You Two Ancestors, Please Leave Already!

The City of Slaughter, which revered killing, was now gripped by immense fear because of it.

From the outer city to the inner city, anyone who failed to leave in time had, without exception, been reduced to puddles of blood by Bibi Dong's Venomous Silk.

"Dong'er, stop."

Seeing that the effect was about enough, Pei An spoke calmly.

If this continued, that King of Slaughter would not be able to sit still any longer.

He would eventually face that man, but not now.

Bibi Dong nodded, and the Soul Power surging around her gradually subsided.

Her beautiful Pretty Face was slightly pale at the moment.

This was not Bibi Dong's first time killing, but a massacre on such a scale still made her uncomfortable.

It was only because she trusted Pei An that she had endured the discomfort and continued killing.

Hidden somewhere within the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter sighed in relief when he saw Bibi Dong stop.

Pei An had guessed correctly. If Bibi Dong had continued slaughtering like this, he would have had no choice but to show himself and stop her.

Deaths in the City of Slaughter were no great matter, but such a sudden large-scale death toll was another matter entirely.

If Bibi Dong continued, even the stable operation of the City of Slaughter might be affected.

That was something the King of Slaughter absolutely did not wish to see.

Having grown accustomed to being the local emperor here, he would never allow anything to go wrong in the City of Slaughter.

After the commotion caused by those two, the Fallen Ones no longer harbored any improper thoughts.

Seeing Bibi Dong lower her banner and Pei An beside her showing no intention of killing anyone, the Fallen Ones finally breathed sighs of relief.

"Those two demons have finally killed enough!" A voice filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and deep emotion rang out.

He had fled rather quickly and had luckily escaped Bibi Dong's Venomous Silk. Now, still rejoicing in his luck, he patted his chest.

"But why can that person still use soul skills in the City of Slaughter? Do the City of Slaughter's rules not work on them?"

"Who the hell knows? Why don't you go ask them?"

Silence.

What a joke. Going over there would be the same as seeking death, wouldn't it?

"Say, isn't the direction they're heading toward the Slaughter Arena?"

"It doesn't just seem like it. It is."

"Seriously, who could beat them?"

"Better than letting them keep killing, right?"

"At most, only nine people die in a Slaughter Arena match. But if they keep killing like this, even nine thousand people won't be enough."

"That makes sense. But what if you run into them?"

"Then wait to die. What else do you expect?"

"..."

Under the varied gazes of the Fallen Ones, Pei An and Bibi Dong arrived at the Slaughter Arena.

The Slaughter Arena staff member in charge of registration was overcome with fear upon seeing the two of them and could only force out a smile.

"Are you two registering?"

Even when facing the most vicious Fallen Ones, he had never worn such an expression.

Because of his status, no matter how vicious those Fallen Ones were, they would not dare lay a hand on him.

But these two before him were different.

The City of Slaughter's rules seemed unable to restrain them.

Combined with the scene of Bibi Dong killing her way here, his fear was only natural, wasn't it?

"Mm."

Pei An gave a slight wave of his hand, and the Sword of the Living Judgement shot through the air.

With a flash of sword light, the head of a Fallen One in the distance instantly fell to the ground.

Soul Power carried the blood over. Pei An casually took out two glass cups and placed them before the City of Slaughter staff member.

The blood fell into the cups, still steaming.

"Two Bloody Marys. The registration fee." After doing all that, Pei An spoke calmly.

The City of Slaughter staff member's lips twitched slightly. "Actually, that won't be necessary..."

He had never intended to charge these two ruthless figures a registration fee.

Pei An smiled. "No. Rules should be followed."

Heh, as if I believe that.

The City of Slaughter staff member grumbled inwardly, but he did not dare reveal the slightest hint of it on his face. He hurriedly accepted the two Bloody Marys.

Only after Pei An and Bibi Dong left did his taut nerves gradually relax.

However, in the next moment, his expression changed as he suddenly realized a problem.

Pei An and Bibi Dong did not seem to have Nameplates!

In the City of Slaughter, every Fallen One had a Nameplate bearing their own Serial Number.

But Pei An and Bibi Dong were exceptions.

At the time, the Black-Veiled Woman had not had the chance to give them Nameplates before the two drove her away.

For a moment, the City of Slaughter staff member was at a loss.

Without Nameplates, arranging their future Slaughter Arena matches would be difficult!

As for asking them...

Though the two had already left, after the disturbance they had caused in the City of Slaughter, many Fallen Ones would surely be watching them.

With a casual inquiry, he should be able to learn roughly where they had gone.

But he truly did not dare go.

Who knew whether those two would think he had failed at his job and send him off with a single sword strike?

After all, both of them seemed more or less mentally deranged.

But leaving things as they were was not an option either.

The next time they came to participate in a Slaughter Arena match and discovered that he had made no arrangements for them, he would probably die too.

Just as the City of Slaughter staff member did not know how to handle this, a scarlet figure appeared in his field of vision.

Seeing the newcomer, he immediately dropped to his knees and said respectfully, "Greetings, King of Slaughter!"

The King of Slaughter gave him an indifferent glance before ordering, "Set those two's Serial Numbers as 0 and 1."

"Remember, do not place them together when arranging their matches."

"Yes, yes." The man hurriedly agreed.

The King of Slaughter was just about to turn and leave when he suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, then turned back and walked over.

His bony fingers lightly tapped against the wooden tabletop. The King of Slaughter's voice carried a trace of helplessness. "Forget it. When arranging matches for these two, there is no need to follow the rules."

"When they come next time, ask for their opinion. If they are willing, they may also participate in multiple Slaughter Arena matches within a short period."

Hearing this, the staff member froze for a moment before nodding. "Yes, understood."

His wariness toward Pei An and Bibi Dong deepened further.

For even the King of Slaughter to break the rules for them, just how terrifying were these two?

The King of Slaughter did not actually want to set such a precedent.

After all, breaking the rules would, to some extent, damage his authority in the City of Slaughter.

But he truly did not want Pei An and Bibi Dong to remain in the City of Slaughter for long.

It would be a real headache if they went mad later and began slaughtering again.

They had backing, strength, and were not restricted by the City of Slaughter's rules.

The King of Slaughter truly had no way to deal with these two.

Right now, he only wanted to send these two ancestors away as soon as possible.

So what if there were two more Gods of Slaughter...

Judging by Pei An's performance, even though he had not obtained Divine Slaughter's Domain, he was practically no different from a God of Slaughter within the City of Slaughter. Neither would be affected by the City of Slaughter's rules.