All Because of That Face

"This, this Martial Soul... Is this really an Angel Martial Soul? What a dark, cold, evil aura!" The commentator covered her mouth and unconsciously backed away two steps.

After venting a little of the frustration he had built up from spending every day under Angel's Light in Spirit Hall, Qian Renhan withdrew his Martial Soul and relaxed. Looking indifferently at the commentator beside him, he said, "Say everything you need to say at once, then get lost."

The commentator was once again stunned. When had she ever encountered such a crude desperado? In all her years as a commentator, she had received no fewer than eighty desperadoes, if not a hundred. When those people first arrived in the City of Slaughter, they either wet themselves in fright and clung to her, begging her not to leave; asked her to explain more so they could prepare themselves; or stared at her lecherously the entire time. But someone who wanted her to finish explaining and get lost right away? This was the first.

The Black-veiled Girl truly did not want to pay attention to this crude man, but because of her position, she still spoke gently. "I am your commentator. You may ask me anything you do not understand. For twelve hours, I will answer all your questions. After twelve hours, this place will be where you live. You will also officially become a member of the City of Slaughter."

"Didn't you understand? Tell me everything at once. You've received so many desperadoes as a commentator—tell me the answers to the questions they usually ask."

Meeting Qian Renhan's blood-red eyes, which seemed to disregard everything, the Black-veiled Girl suddenly felt a chill rise within her. Perhaps she had remembered that the King of Slaughter's eyes were also blood-red. She unconsciously cursed, Damn it, am I the villain, or is he? I've been in the City of Slaughter for so long, and he actually scared me.

The Black-veiled Girl cleared her throat. "The City of Slaughter is a paradise of sin. Its rule is that there are no rules. As a member of the City of Slaughter, you may do anything here. Even if a Title Douluo from the outside world comes here, they will become weaker because their soul skills vanish. Under the King of Slaughter's rule, we have no need to fear them at all. In the City of Slaughter, as long as you have sufficient ability, you can do anything you want. But I must remind you that precisely because there are no rules here, you may face deadly danger at any time."

"In the City of Slaughter, you may enter but never leave. If you want to survive, you must win in the Hell Slaughter Arena. A friendly reminder: the Hell Slaughter Arena is located at the very center of the Inner City. Every victory lets you live one additional year. Otherwise, you must contribute a cup of Yellow Spring Dew every month. Those who achieve fifty victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena will become citizens of the City of Slaughter and may live here forever, without needing to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena or facing any restrictions."

"In the City of Slaughter, if you want food and lodging, you must kill people. Take the corpses to designated locations in exchange for Skull Tokens, then use the Skull Tokens to make purchases."

"Those are basically the questions previous Fallen Ones asked. Do you have any others?"

The moment the Black-veiled Girl finished that last sentence, Qian Renhan had already started toward the Inner City. "You can get lost now," he said.

"You!"

The Black-veiled Girl watched Qian Renhan's departing back and unconsciously stomped her foot. Even someone with the best temper would explode when faced with Qian Renhan's attitude.

Just as the Black-veiled Girl was about to return to her post and prepare to receive the next Fallen One, she reconsidered. Why not follow Qian Renhan and see how this arrogant fellow would be tortured to death? It was working hours anyway, and it was not often that someone this interesting came along. Wouldn't it be a pity to leave just like that?

The Black-veiled Girl followed behind Qian Renhan at a distance, close enough to observe him while remaining unnoticed by the Fallen Ones, so they would not attack Qian Renhan.

As he walked, a ragged figure suddenly rose from the roadside, raised a dagger, and stabbed toward Qian Renhan's neck. At the same time, he cackled, "Yo, newcomer. Looks like there's more Yellow Spring Dew for me. My luck really is good!"

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Qian Renhan's throat, a pitch-black sword flash swept past. The Fallen One, along with his dagger, was sliced into two.

Qian Renhan glanced at the two halves of the corpse below him, his brows furrowing slightly. Its age could not be determined, and it barely had any flesh on it. It was like a skeleton covered by a layer of skin. It did not even bleed enough to form a small pool.

"With his blood and vitality so depleted, he can still live. It seems I really did underestimate the vitality of Soul Masters." Qian Renhan gripped his sword and continued toward the Inner City.

Behind him, the Black-veiled Girl, hidden in a corner and watching the show, covered her mouth. She was naturally not shocked that Qian Renhan had killed a skin-and-bones man. Rather, it was the weapon in Qian Renhan's hand. It had actually been condensed from Soul Power. In a place like the City of Slaughter, where soul skills could not be used and Soul Power was greatly restricted, only usable to restore physical strength and nourish the muscles and bones, Qian Renhan could actually guide his Soul Power outside his body and form it into a terrifyingly powerful longsword. It was simply unbelievable.

Upon entering the Inner City, Qian Renhan found himself in a completely different world. If the Outer City was a dead-silent, indifferent world, then the Inner City was a luxurious, frenzied one. Colored lights could be seen everywhere, creating a scene of bustling prosperity. The Inner City's prosperity could likely rival Heaven Dou City.

All sorts of sounds entered Qian Renhan's ears. Some were filled with exhilaration and pleasure, some with mournful groans, and others with pain and despair. As he walked down the street, men and women were copulating wildly everywhere around him.

However, Qian Renhan did not care much about any of it. If this kind of little movie were playing on the streets of Blue Star, a crowd would probably gather at once and pull out their phones to secretly record it.

Just then, a rough voice rang out. "Hey, what a pretty little pretty boy. His skin is so pale, and his hair is white too. He'd be absolutely gorgeous if he put on a dress, wouldn't he?"

Qian Renhan stopped and turned his head. Beside him stood an extremely ugly man, nine feet tall, bare-chested, with a large blade resting on his shoulder.

As soon as the words "absolutely gorgeous" were spoken, people from all around gathered. The City of Slaughter was known as a paradise of sin, and what were the evils within people's hearts? Naturally, the seven deadly sins. In a place like the City of Slaughter, where there were no rules, the sins most likely to erupt from within people were naturally wrath and lust.

As more and more people gathered, even a group of Fallen Ones casually copulating in the street glanced at the women beside them, curled their lips in disdain at their appearances, and headed toward Qian Renhan.

Among the women of the City of Slaughter, the vast majority had been turned from blooming roses into withered old trees by the Fallen Ones' day-and-night abuse. Beautiful women were absolutely a rare species, and most of them had been collected into the castle by the King of Slaughter.

If you were given the choice between spending a night with the world's most beautiful woman or with a hundred ordinary women, most people would surely choose the former.