Killing intent in the Inner City

Qiangu Changkong took out a smoke bomb from his Soul Tool.

He threw it to the ground, and amidst billowing smoke, his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

This was a night raid, and he had no intention of fighting to the death.

However, this battle was not without its gains; at least he learned about Gong Li Hai's strength.

As the leaders of Clear Breeze Stronghold arrived, the Qiangu Changkong vanished without a trace.

"Brother, what exactly happened?" the second-in-command asked.

Gong Li Hai's hands trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and said, "The grain we stole earlier came from a powerful force."

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

"Big brother, are you sure you're not mistaken?" several leaders asked anxiously.

Facing a powerful force with its limited strength, Clear Breeze Stronghold is doomed.

"Brother, let's run tonight."

Gong Li Hai certainly wanted to escape, but the fact that Qiangu Changkong, Soul Ancestor level cultivator, dared to come out and rant so brazenly clearly indicated that the area was already surrounded.

If they flee now, and chaos ensues, their entire army will be wiped out.

If we persevere, there might still be a chance to negotiate with the other party and secure a way out.

The third leader, a former military captain, largely agreed, saying, "Big Brother is right. We occupy advantageous terrain, and the main force won't be able to attack us in a short time."

"The fact that they didn't launch a full-scale attack immediately proves they're not from the Heaven Dou Royal Family. We're within the Heaven Dou Empire's territory; even if they wanted to take action, they'd have to consider the impact on the Heaven Dou Royal Family."

"Therefore, dragging this out and resolving the matter through negotiation is the only way."

"After daybreak, a few of us will split up and go out to investigate. Only by finding out exactly who we've offended can we take targeted action."

Having already familiarized themselves with the surrounding area, the two Qiangu Changkong them quickly ran a long distance away.

Seeing that there were no pursuers behind him, Chen Ping anxiously asked, "Chang Kong, are you alright?"

With his hands clasped behind his back, Qiangu Changkong Kong adopted a posture of feigned strength, saying, "Just a worthless trash Soul King, not worth mentioning."

This isn't him faking it; it's the truth.

During the Spirit Master Competition, every Soul King he encountered was stronger than Gong Li Hai.

During training, he sparred with Wu Qi and Feng Xiaotian, and in the Spirit Master Competition, he even faced all three members of the Golden Generation.

It could be said that this wasn't his first time fighting a Soul King. He might have struggled against Wu Qi and others, but he felt no pressure at all against Gong Li Hai.

Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief. "So, we have a real chance to take his head."

"However, they have more than one Soul King powerhouse; they also have several Soul Ancestor. If we are surrounded and attacked, we will probably be the ones who fall."

Qiangu Changkong stroked his chin and analyzed, "Grandpa said that training for those at the Soul Ancestor and above is not just about fighting and killing, but more importantly, about tactical planning."

"In a head-on confrontation, we're definitely no match, but we still have tactics, don't we?"

"Starting tonight, we'll harass them every night, but we can't drag it out like we did today. We'll use a feint to one side and then quickly retreat."

Slaughter City.

Unbeknownst to many, Wu Qi had already achieved a fifteen-game winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

At first, seeing his youthful face, no Fallen paid attention to his behavior.

However, as time went on, those powerful individuals favored by the Fallen died at his hands one after another, and the situation began to change.

Winning in the Hell Slaughter Arena is the only way for the Fallen to survive in the Slaughter City.

To have a powerful figure like Wu Qi compete against him is tantamount to courting death.

In this life-or-death moment, the Fallen showed unprecedented unity, unanimously deciding to join forces to kill Wu Qi off the field.

The real danger in the Slaughter City is never in the Hell Slaughter Arena, but in the Inner City.

Today, Wu Qi had just finished his match when he noticed someone in the audience constantly watching his every move.

As he left the arena, all of them followed.

He knew without a doubt that a large number of Fallen must be lurking Hell Slaughter Arena.

Over the centuries, many have come to the City of Slaughter City to train, but only eight have managed to pass through the Hell Road and obtain the title of God of Slaughter.

Aside from the inherently dangerous Hell Road, most of the geniuses perished within the Inner City.

This place is like a giant crab cage. Whenever a strong person appears, most of the crabs (the Fallen) will desperately grab onto their body to prevent anyone from actually leaving the cage.

Wu Qi could easily use his flying ability to hide directly in the outer city.

But what's the point?

Hiding in the outer city, he will be unable to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena competition.

The longer you stay here, the easier it is to be assimilated.

At that point, Wu Qi would also be one of the Fallen, and would forever lose the possibility of leaving the Hell Slaughter Arena.

With this thought in mind, his gaze sharpened, and he walked heavily out of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

As expected, he was surrounded by a large number of armed Fallen.

On the other side, a newcomer who had just arrived in the Slaughter City, upon witnessing this scene, couldn't help but ask the Hell Messenger a question.

"What's going on? How did that kid offend so many people in one go?"

The Hell Messenger couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "No, that young man is the true powerhouse. The weaker ones surrounded him out of fear of the stronger one's appearance."

You can understand it as Gresham's Law: Gresham's Law drives out Good Money.

Upon seeing this, the newcomer abandoned his original idea and decided instead to live in the outer city for a while.

Wu Qi's gaze swept over the group of Fallen.

Among these Fallen are many Soul Emperor and even Soul Saint level.

If Wu Qi were to face these people in the outside world, he would have absolutely no chance of winning and would be easily overwhelmed by the crowd.

But this is Slaughter City, where Soul Saint cannot use Soul Skill, let alone their Martial Soul Avatar.

Without the enhancement of Soul Skill, the only advantage Soul Saint has over Ordinary Person is probably that they have more Combat Experience and a stronger body.

"Number 003 (Wu Qi), if you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too sharp and affecting the brothers' livelihood."

"Remember to be reborn into a better family in your next life, and never set foot in this Slaughter City."

After he finished speaking, the Fallen swarmed forward, attacking from all directions, leaving no way to avoid them.

"The Soft Bone Rabbit's Left Leg Spirit Bone skill: Teleport."

Wu Qi's figure disappeared from the spot.

When the Fallen discovered him again, he had already plunged into the crowd, killing several Fallen in one fell swoop.

"Impossible! This is the Slaughter City! You're not God of Slaughter, so how can you use Soul Skill!"

The Fallen were terrified and dared not make a move.

Among them were some knowledgeable individuals who immediately stated, "The Slaughter City restricts Soul Ring skills; this is Soul Bone Skill!"

Upon hearing this, a look of greed appeared in the Fallen's eyes.

In the outside world, Soul Bone are the object of fierce competition among all Soul Master.

In the Land of Slaughter, the power of Soul Bone is amplified, only driving people to greater madness.

After all, who wouldn't want an extra life-saving Soul Skill?