Hell Slaughter Arena

Wu Qi did not answer, but responded with his actions.

Under the protection of the Slaughter Envoy, no one can lay a hand on him, but likewise, he cannot lay a hand on anyone else.

At that moment, Wu Qi rushed forward, dealt with the Fallen by the roadside, and collected his blood with a vessel.

The Slaughter Envoy shrugged and said helplessly, "In that case, your Newcomer Protection Period ends here."

"Next, you'll have to face the attackers alone; I'll only lead you to the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena."

That being said, how could the Fallen have spent years mingling in the Inner City not know the rules?

Little did they know that Wu Qi's protection period had ended, how could they dare to easily offend the Slaughter Envoy?

Arriving unimpeded at the Hell Slaughter Arena, Wu Qi poured the Bloody Mary he had collected into a larger vessel.

You don't need Bloody Mary to register for the competition; you only need it to watch it.

The Slaughter Envoy registered Wu Qi for the competition, and then he walked into the audience passage to watch the competition in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

On the Arena of Hell Slaughter Arena.

The ten Competitor stood in a circle, and as the competition began, the scene descended into chaos.

In such a chaotic battle, those who appear to be physically imposing and strong become the first targets of attack.

Just one minute into the game, two burly men fell to the ground in pools of blood.

Their blood and Soul Power were drawn away by an invisible force and fell into the Lava Blood Pool at the bottom of the Arena.

The killer can only plunder a small portion of their opponent's Soul Power.

Wu Qi, sitting in the audience, saw all of this clearly.

The Blood-Colored Palace on the other side.

This is the residence of the Slaughter King.

After seeing Wu Qi off, the Slaughter Envoy immediately came to report back.

As he listened to her report, the Slaughter King's lips twitched slightly, and his face gradually darkened.

Although dissatisfied with the Spirit Hall's actions, the Slaughter King did not have the power to overturn the table.

His true form is the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, and he only attained his current status by parasitizing Tang Chen, who failed the Asura God Trial.

In Tang Chen's memory, there had been images of Qian Daoliu.

The Slaughter King instinctively feared his opponent; how could he dare to contradict the Spirit Hall's arrangements?

He paused, then chuckled, "Keep a close eye on that kid. As long as the Spirit Hall keeps its promise, we'll do as they say."

About half an hour later, it was Wu Qi's group's turn to compete.

The last burly man to appear had already achieved a nine-game winning streak.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, a loud cheer erupted from the audience.

Apart from Wu Qi, the remaining eight players had only won one match at most, and most of them were participating for the first time.

The weak often band together to drive out the strong.

A woman who had just won a battle smiled and invited Wu Qi, "Little brother, join us to deal with that guy."

"From now on, your older sister will take good care of you."

Wu Qi remained unmoved and stood quietly to the side.

The woman frowned, but did not make a move for the time being.

Wu Qi's appearance is unusual, and his strength is even more unknown.

Offending them is disadvantageous to them.

Furthermore, the most pressing issue is dealing with that giant who has won nine consecutive victories.

As the match began, Wu Qi silently retreated to the edge of the Arena, coldly watching the group of Fallen fight each other.

Why would he waste his Soul Power to join the attack on that man with nine consecutive victories if he wasn't already surrounded?

That man's nine-game winning streak was no exaggeration.

Surrounded by enemies, he easily dispatched several Fallen with his Mountain-Splitting Blade.

Seeing that things were not going well, the woman immediately retreated to Wu Qi's side.

"If we don't join forces, we're all going to die. Only by killing that guy will we have any chance of survival."

Wu Qi shook his head slightly, "No, I'll be the only one who survives; you will all die."

After he finished speaking, Crane Cloud Wings appeared behind him.

The sharp Wing Blade easily severed the woman's body at the waist, splattering blood everywhere.

The big man quickly dealt with the remaining Fallen, and two minutes later, only two people remained on the Arena.

The burly man, carrying Mountain-Splitting Blade, laughed heartily, "I never expected the last one left to be a mere brat. Looks like I'll finally achieve my ten-game winning streak!"

Wu Qi shrugged at his confidence and casually said, "Don't be too sure of yourself. Get past me first."

The big man thought he made sense and charged at him with his Mountain-Splitting Blade.

Wu Qi's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his fingers, a sharp-edged feather fell into his hand.

The burly man was imposing, Mountain-Splitting Blade moves were wide and sweeping.

Wu Qi made full use of his physical advantages to dodge attacks, while his sharp Feather Blade transformed into a dagger, slashing multiple wounds on the burly man's body.

Seeing that he was as difficult to deal with as an eel, the big man's forehead veins bulged and his muscles bulged with blood.

With added force, the Mountain-Splitting Blade slammed down heavily, striking the Arena floor with a crisp sound!

"Kid, all you can do is hide?"

Wu Qi smiled faintly, "Since you don't want to cherish the last moments of your Goddess of Life, then let's end it."

After speaking, Crane Cloud Wings spread open, their edges gleaming with a cold light.

He took the initiative and his Wing Blade collided with the Mountain-Splitting Blade, sparks flying everywhere.

The big man clearly felt the pressure, and faced with Wu Qi's powerful offensive, he could only passively defend.

Wu Qi was clearly just a skinny kid, so why did he possess even greater strength than him?

Seeing this, the audience stopped calling out the big man's name, and the scene became completely silent.

In the end, Wu Qi used his sharp Wing Blade to behead the Han man.

Having achieved only one victory, the Fallen paid no attention to him, and none of them even knew his name.

After leaving the Hell Slaughter Arena, Wu Qi was not attacked.

Instead, under the guidance of the Slaughter Envoy, they chose their own houses in the Inner City area.

Verdant Forest.

Qiangu Changkong and Chen Ping arrived at the edge of the forest and disembarked from the carriage.

This forest is inhabited by Soul Beast, and many low-level Soul Master come here to Soul Hunting, hence the existence of Spirit Beast Town.

In this world lacking media, the appearance of Qiangu Changkong and Chen Ping remains unknown to people.

As long as they don't reveal their names, outsiders won't know they are the champions of the Spirit Master Competition.

Not long after the competition ended, the events surrounding it remain a hot topic of discussion.

As he walked into the town, Qiangu Changkong felt incredibly smug.

As Main Team Member of the champion Battle Team, Seven Treasures Team, he has many admirers.

Chen Ping tugged at his sleeve, reminding him, "Chang Kong, someone's coming."

The people who approached them were members of the local Soul Hunting Team.

Having learned from his experience in the Star Dou Great Forest, Qiangu Changkong decided to make good use of his opponent.

In order not to reveal his purpose, he concealed the important parts of his speech.

"Brother, we don't need Soul Hunting. But we have something we'd like to ask you about."

How can you make money without earning it?

The young man did not reject their suggestion; instead, he said, "The intelligence is valuable, and I hope you understand that."

Don't worry, you'll get your share.