This time, his opponents were several times stronger than before.
Many people who had been lying low stepped forward.
The bloodlust within them had been stirred.
They all wanted to know just how strong this kid was, that he dared to fight three consecutive battles under such circumstances.
"Three Soul Saints, five Soul Emperors, and one Spirit King!!"
In the distance, Hu Liena silently mourned for Qin Feng.
With such a lineup, this kid was basically finished.
Honestly, being able to win two consecutive matches already showed how terrifying his strength was.
If he had been from Spirit Hall, he could have had the honor of being taken in by her master, Bibi Dong, and received the Pope's unique cultural refinement. Then he would not have ended up like this.
It was all because of that Grandmaster who ruined his students!!
He had taught Qin Feng to be so arrogant and contemptuous of everyone else.
Now, he was destined to fall flat on his face.
And in Slaughter City, once you fell, there was no medicine for regret.
Because it represented one word: death!!
"Three matches! You really have guts!"
A bare-chested man stared coldly at Qin Feng.
His body was covered in scars.
This man was Dao Batian, a formidable fighter with ten consecutive victories.
A level seventy-six Soul Saint.
He was also the strongest combatant among these people.
Seeing Qin Feng act so arrogantly, he could not help coming up to teach this young man a lesson.
"A Soul Saint? Draw your blade!"
Qin Feng looked at Dao Batian and spoke coldly.
"Then I'll draw it!"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Dao Batian replied icily.
In Slaughter City, people generally fought with weapons first before using their martial souls.
Although there were no soul skills, martial souls were usually