The City Slaying Plan

After seeing Tang San and his group off, Ling Chen returned to the scarred man's residence.

Since the door was already unlocked, Ling Chen had no reason to spend the night on the streets.

The room wasn't luxurious, but at least it had a bed, a table, and chairs—far better than scraping by in a dim corner.

"Huu~"

Ling Chen let out a long sigh; the experiences of the past few days felt like riding a roller coaster in front of the King of Hell—a dance with death!

Now that the door was locked, he didn't have to worry or fear, allowing him to rest properly and relax his taut nerves.

He took a piece of cloth from his Soul Tool, dampened it to wipe the blood from his face, and lay down on the bed.

Exhaustion, drowsiness, mental fatigue...

As Ling Chen closed his eyes and drifted into sleep, these feelings were gradually cast to the back of his mind and dissipated like smoke.

He didn't know how long he slept; in Slaughter City, where there was no cycle of day and night, Ling Chen could only rely on the reflection of the blood moon to estimate the time.

"Is it the second day?"

Ling Chen was a bit uncertain, but it didn't matter.

Well-rested, he was full of vigor and in excellent condition. If saying he could take on ten people before was the arrogance of madness, then this was the confidence of someone who had awakened.

Ling Chen sat cross-legged and sorted through the information he had recently acquired.

Tang San and the others were about to leave. According to the original plot, after Tang San left, he would follow Tang Hao to the Moonlight Pavilion to learn etiquette from Yue Hua, suppressing the killing intent within him.

After that, he would return to the Clear Sky Sect to acknowledge his ancestors and set the three ten-year promises.

Meanwhile, Hu Liena would return to Martial Soul Hall and realize the true identities of Tang San and Tang Yin while hunting Xiao Wu.

If nothing went wrong, once Ling Chen left, he would have to face the recruitment efforts of those two.

Xiao Wu's sacrifice would push their relationship to an irreconcilable point, and if Bibi Dong added fuel to the fire, she would seek to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect after wiping out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, would intervene and muddy the waters. These events alone were not something a six-year-old child could interfere with.

Of course, looting corpses was an exception...

If he sided with Martial Soul Hall, not only would he be heavily cultivated, but he could also grow rapidly through looting corpses.

After the two sects were destroyed, not only would the Martial Soul Origin be pure, but there would also be countless Soul Rings, though he might not get a share of the Soul Bones.

But that would be enough for Ling Chen to advance by leaps and bounds and soar to the sky.

At that time, he could also use the [Effect 3] of the Golden Dragon Pillar to condense the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul or even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and by the time he grew up, he might be able to contend with the Sea God Tang San.

It was just a pity that Ling Chen could never change the final outcome. If he had transmigrated to Holy Soul Village at the same time as Tang San, Ling Chen would have had a chance to defy the heavens and change his fate.

Now, if he were to spend ten years growing, Tang San would likely already be in the God Realm.

If he sided with Tang San, he could leverage Tang San's connections to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and become a disciple of the Seven Kill Sword, Chen Xin, to obtain his sword dao inheritance.

This way, he could loot corpses as a matter of course and also find a way to save one of Chen Xin's arms—the best of both worlds.

As for looting corpses from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, that would require more effort.

After careful deliberation, Ling Chen chose the latter.

The treasures of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well could allow a Martial Soul to undergo a transformation, and those items were all in Tang San's possession.

If Ling Chen could obtain the Blazing Sun Snake Core to trade with Tang San, perhaps he could trigger a transformation of his own Martial Soul.

But that was a matter for the future. Now that he knew Slaughter City was about to be destroyed by Tang San, the people inside were doomed anyway, and Ling Chen didn't mind sending them on their way early.

Rather than letting so much Martial Soul Origin be buried here, it would be better to feed it to the golden dragon of the Golden Dragon Pillar.

A bold and crazy plan was born in Ling Chen's mind—slaughter the city! Who would have thought this was the idea of a six-year-old child!

It seemed insane, but it was possible to achieve in Slaughter City.

In any case, there were no good people here; everyone had blood on their hands, so Ling Chen felt no psychological pressure to slaughter them.

Thinking it, he did it. Ling Chen left his room and arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena to sharpen his sword by killing a few people first.

Little did he know, during the time Ling Chen was sleeping, his reputation as the Severed Limb Demon Child had already spread; even the people in the outer city of Slaughter City knew of him.

Even with Ling Chen's great fame, there were still those who were unafraid and stepped onto the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Being unafraid only meant they were courageous; it did not mean their limbs could block Ling Chen's Green Steel Sword.

In an instant, severed limbs and arms littered the arena, and nine soul masters fell right there.

Tang San and Hu Liena watched from the sidelines. Although they had anticipated this, even they felt it was too cruel.

Did he really have to kill them like that? Couldn't he give them a quick death?

Ling Chen's answer was simple: he swung his sword, severing a man's arm along with his weapon.

Since he was killing them anyway, it had no impact on Ling Chen's ability to extract their Martial Soul Origin and Soul Rings.

By severing their limbs while they were still alive, he couldn't extract the essence immediately, so the Martial Soul Origin remained relatively concentrated in their torsos.

Not only was the Martial Soul Origin abundant, but it was also quick to extract.

In one hour, Ling Chen had accumulated ten consecutive victories, at which point he was physically exhausted.

Ling Chen stepped down, and Tang San stepped up, beginning his "whack-a-mole" routine with the Clear Sky Hammer.

One strike meant instant death; compared to the cruel methods of the Severed Limb Demon Child, being crushed by a single hammer blow was the most merciful way to go.

At the very least, the blood loss was certainly less than what Ling Chen caused by severing limbs, and facing death was not a prolonged wait.

Ling Chen was also carefully studying Tang San's hammer technique; amidst the wide, sweeping movements, his power climbed steadily without him ever losing his center of gravity.

"So strong!"

Ling Chen couldn't help but marvel; he felt that the core strength behind those strikes was something he could never hope to reach.

The battle ended quickly, and before the corpses on the arena floor could be cleared, Ling Chen had already arrived on the Hell Slaughter Arena. How could he let those others handle the looting of the bodies?

To avoid arousing suspicion, Ling Chen pointed at the corpses on the ground toward Tang San and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Tang San looked bewildered, clearly not understanding what Ling Chen was trying to convey.

Could Ling Chen be trying to kill him? But hadn't they reached an agreement yesterday? Was he trying to go back on his word?

Tang San stared at Ling Chen with a gloomy expression, his grip tightening on the Clear Sky Hammer. Ling Chen, however, remained unhurried as he used the Green Steel Sword to sever the heads of the corpses.

"Don't let your guard down! If you haven't flattened them, you still have to prevent them from faking death to ambush you!"

Tang San finally realized that Ling Chen's earlier gesture had been a reminder, and his expression immediately shifted from overcast to clear.

Although Ling Chen couldn't see Tang San's expression through his mask, he had sensed a hint of killing intent from him just a moment ago, though he didn't mind; looting the bodies was the only thing he cared about.

Half an hour later, Ling Chen left after winning two more consecutive matches.

Compared to killing in the Hell Slaughter Arena, he preferred killing in the Inner City. Looting bodies there was a matter of course, and there was no need to put on a show for the King of Slaughter.

Ling Chen wasn't certain that the King of Slaughter couldn't see through things that Tang San and the others couldn't perceive.