Ghost Snatching Soul, Impermanence Claiming Life

Led by the Woman in Black Veil, Qian Xunji finally stopped before a peculiar building.

The entire structure was circular, or more accurately, an irregular cone. Its base was the widest, narrowing the higher it rose.

At roughly thirty meters above the ground, it maintained the same diameter as it extended upward, all the way to fifty meters.

Every building in the Area of Slaughter followed a black color scheme, invisibly creating a suffocating atmosphere.

"Let me tell you one more thing. This Area of Slaughter is the center of our City of Slaughter. Once you enter, use your identity token to register. Then you wait for the match to begin. Fighting is forbidden during the wait. Only when ten people have gathered will the match start. During the match, use whatever means you wish. As long as you are the one and only person to come out alive in the end, you win."

The Girl in Black Veil spoke indifferently, though she seemed somewhat angry, leaving Qian Xunji puzzled. He had no idea how he had offended her.

Afterward, the Woman in Black Veil led Qian Xunji into the Area of Slaughter. The interior was much simpler, but a place meant for killing had no need to be lavish.

After registering with his identity token, he began regulating his breathing in the waiting room.

He had originally planned to watch the matches in the Slaughter Arena, but gave up when he heard from the Woman in Black Veil that entry to the spectator stand required a cup of Bloody Mary.

An hour later, Waiting Room 13 of the Area of Slaughter finally gathered ten people. The slaughter was about to begin.

Soon, the ten of them, including Qian Xunji, left the waiting room.

They arrived at the Slaughter Arena outside.

It was a vast, empty field over a hundred meters in diameter, large enough for ten people to fight to their hearts' content.

Unlike the Great Soul Arena, this field had no isolation barriers. Around it stood tier upon tier of rising spectator stands. There were not many spectators at the moment. Near the front, the Woman in Black Veil sat quietly with a cup of Bloody Mary in hand. Although she had seen Qian Xunji fight once, she still did not know the extent of his strength. That battle had ended far too quickly.

The battle on the field was on the verge of erupting, and Qian Xunji immediately darted into the distance.

Qian Xunji had sealed his own Soul Power. After all, his Soul Power was too high, and using it would make this no fun. He had come here to experience contests between life and death, to hone his movement techniques, combat skills, reflexes, and more.

Just like that, the melee quickly began, while Qian Xunji continuously roamed the field.

Because he was young, at least four people attacked him at the same time from the start. But Qian Xunji's senses were exceptionally sharp, and all four attacks missed. After chasing him for a while without being able to kill him, they went looking for other targets.

Watching Qian Xunji narrowly evade wave after wave of attacks, the Woman in Black Veil could not help but sneer.

"I thought he was something special. Turns out he's nothing much."

By then, after a round of brutal fighting, only three people remained on the field.

One was a one-eyed old man wielding twin daggers, while the other was a scarred middle-aged man gripping a massive golden-ringed saber. The two of them were also the strongest among the ten, both with Soul Power above level eighty. They were two Soul Douluos.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately understood each other's intentions. They moved at once to surround Qian Xunji. If they wanted to duel without worry, they first had to clear the field.

Seeing this, Qian Xunji sighed inwardly. It seemed he had no choice but to act.

The scarred middle-aged man grinned cruelly. "Stinky Kid, come and die! Take a slash from Grandfather!"

Qian Xunji's gaze turned cold, and a trace of disdain appeared at the Corner of Mouth. "If you have the ability, come kill me. If you don't, wait for me to butcher you." With that, Qian Xunji raised his hand and gave him a large middle finger.

Though the scarred middle-aged man did not know what it meant, rage shot straight to his head. His eyes turned bloodshot as he raised his saber and charged forward.

The one-eyed old man behind him flashed with light in his eye, but instead of advancing, he retreated. He was not so impulsive. It was the perfect chance to let Qian Xunji wear down the scarred man's strength. Why not sit back and watch the tigers fight?

Qian Xunji had not expected the scarred middle-aged man to charge him directly, but it worked out perfectly. He could deal with one first and avoid revealing more of his strength.

The scarred middle-aged man gripped his saber with both hands and slashed diagonally, seemingly intending to cleave Tang Bufan in half. Qian Xunji had originally planned to employ evasive tactics, but from the Corner of Mouth of his eye, he caught sight of the one-eyed old man retreating. So he raised his sword and directly collided with the scarred man's great saber. The terrifying force instantly jolted the scarred man's hands apart, and the saber slipped from his grasp. The next moment, a golden sword light split him in two, blood splattering across the ground.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open. He could not understand how this young man, who looked so immature, possessed strength so far beyond his own.

A wave of shocked cries erupted from the spectator stands. The Girl in Black Veil covered her mouth as disbelief filled her eyes.

In the distance, the one-eyed old man's expression changed drastically. He had misjudged him. This young man was actually an expert.

Still, he remained confident in himself. This young man had merely relied on his great strength to catch the scarred man off guard and kill him.

Now that he knew, he would be prepared in advance and would not give him another opportunity.

One minute later, the one-eyed old man also fell into a Blood Pool, dying with his eyes open.

From that day onward, Qian Xunji's journey of slaughter officially began.

One week later, the number of Fallen Ones who had died beneath Qian Xunji's sword finally reached three digits, while he achieved five consecutive victories. Naturally, he had done so deliberately.

At the same time, he truly came to understand the terror of the Area of Slaughter, especially the constant sneak attacks from enemies after matches ended. Only then did he understand why the Girl in Black Clothes had managed merely a dozen or so victories in more than half a year.

Even so, he escaped unscathed every time. To conceal his strength, he even deliberately took a few neither-heavy-nor-light attacks whenever he faced an ambush before slipping away.

Just like that, three months passed in a flash. Qian Xunji's winning streak reached an astonishing thirty-seven matches, placing him among the top twenty in the City of Slaughter.

Such speed had long since broken the City of Slaughter's record.

As for his strength, opinions differed greatly.

Some said he was extremely powerful. Otherwise, how could he achieve thirty-seven consecutive victories in just three months?

Others said his luck was exceptionally good, allowing him to narrowly break through encirclements every time.

In a Cultivation Room somewhere in the Inner City of the City of Slaughter, Qian Xunji exhaled a breath of turbid air, ended his cultivation, and headed once more for the Area of Slaughter.

One year later, an icy aura filled the entire Area of Slaughter. Qian Xunji entered last, yet the gazes of the other nine people all fell upon him.

Having participated in ninety matches, he naturally had ninety consecutive victories. This was Qian Xunji's current record. At the same time, he was the person with the best record in the Area of Slaughter. Unexpectedly, the one following close behind him was the Girl in Black Clothes named Man Yao, with eighty consecutive victories.

Over the past year, Qian Xunji and Man Yao had become the two most famous people in the Area of Slaughter—no, in the entire City of Slaughter. The people of the City of Slaughter collectively called them "Ghost Snatching Soul, Impermanence Claiming Life."

This was because both struck ruthlessly, decisively, and without mercy, killing people as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, their faces expressionless throughout.

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