Breakout

Within the inner city, wails echoed through the streets and alleys from time to time, yet no one cared.

Ling Chen returned to his room, locked the door, and brought his consciousness before the Golden Dragon Pillar in the Dragon Pillar Space.

[Martial Soul Origin]:

Tool Martial Soul: 7804 points.

Beast Martial Soul: 6791 points.

Body Martial Soul: 4 points.

Special Martial Soul: 2446 points.

[Martial Soul Enhancement Count]: 2 times. (Martial Soul Origin required for enhancement: 10000 points.)

Ling Chen's harvest could be described as quite bountiful; as his strength increased, the speed at which he acquired Martial Soul Origin grew ever faster.

However, up until now, the Martial Soul Origin Ling Chen had accumulated was still insufficient to condense a new Martial Soul. Naturally, enhancing the Green Steel Sword became an imperative task.

Ling Chen injected the Martial Soul Origin into the Green Steel Sword, and the blade began to tremble violently, far unlike the slight tremors of the past.

"What is going on?"

For a moment, Ling Chen could not suppress the Green Steel Sword in his hand; it felt as if it were about to fly away at any second.

Watching the Martial Soul Origin within the Golden Dragon Pillar dwindle, the Green Steel Sword in his hand trembled even more fiercely.

Compelled by necessity, Ling Chen gripped the hilt with both hands and slammed it into the ground, leaving only the hilt exposed above the surface.

With the earth acting as a scabbard, the Green Steel Sword quieted down significantly, and Ling Chen poured the rest of the Martial Soul Origin in all at once.

Before long, a tyrannical force sent Ling Chen flying, and the Green Steel Sword broke through the soil as a result.

The Green Steel Sword, tumbling in the air, erupted with golden light, undergoing a visible transformation.

Its blade became thicker, and both its length and width increased slightly. When it landed back on the ground, it struck like a thousand-pound boulder, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

"This..."

For a moment, Ling Chen's mouth felt as if it were stuffed with that dust; he couldn't find the words to describe it.

He knew the weight of his Green Steel Sword well; with his current strength, the maximum he could lift was around ten kilograms. But looking at this terrifying destructive power, Ling Chen doubted whether he could even pick it up anymore.

His small hand gripped the hilt, and Ling Chen gave a fierce tug. Using too much force, he tumbled backward onto his backside.

"It's not heavy?"

Ling Chen weighed the Green Steel Sword in his hand, half-doubting, half-believing; it was only slightly heavier than it had been after the second enhancement.

"Strange... Is it because it flew too high? Or is the gravity in this Dragon Pillar Space different from the outside world?"

Ling Chen tossed the Green Steel Sword into the air. He didn't throw it high, but when it landed, only a single, sharp ring of the blade was heard.

The destructive power was clearly not as terrifying as before, but it already exceeded the damage that could be caused by the mass Ling Chen perceived.

"So that's how it is. This enhanced Green Steel Sword is truly terrifying!"

The extraordinary mass of the Green Steel Sword did not seem to act upon Ling Chen himself. In other words, when Ling Chen swung the sword casually, the power it unleashed was equivalent to its original mass.

"No wonder! I was wondering how I could snap their weapons with a casual parry; it wasn't relying on the sharpness of the Green Steel Sword, but its absurd original mass!"

Returning his consciousness to reality, Ling Chen intended to experiment further and, incidentally, clean up the "trash" in the vicinity.

Before Ling Chen could even touch the door, he caught the scent of several cold, murderous intents.

"Damn it!"

Ling Chen cursed under his breath. He hadn't expected his location to be exposed so quickly. He was still too young; he didn't need to think to know he was already completely surrounded.

"Kid! Come out! We know you're in there!"

Ling Chen remained silent, instead beginning to weigh his options.

Are these people all in such a rush to die? But if I don't go out, they'll likely find a way to break in. If I face a mob of this many people then, I won't escape death!

Ling Chen peered through a gap between the bricks; there were at least 50 people outside his door, and the entire room and all exits had been blocked off.

The situation was spiraling out of control, yet Ling Chen remained calm.

Ling Chen did not count on Tang San and the others to come and save him; on the contrary, he wanted to test his own limits.

Previously, whenever he swung the Green Steel Sword, he had gone all out. Now, it was different—he only needed to exert a fraction of his strength to leave them without a single survivor.

Outside the door, a man was pressing his ear against the wood, eavesdropping on the movement inside.

Suddenly, a spray of blood splashed onto the faces of those nearby, and a head dropped to the ground, followed by the collapse of its headless torso.

Before those men could react, Ling Chen kicked the door open, wielding his sword in one hand as he charged at them.

"Pfft!", "Ah!"...

The scene descended into chaos. Ling Chen's blade flashed, and he killed with fervor. Techniques he had previously been afraid to use for a lethal blow were now being employed like he was chopping melons and vegetables, wantonly slaughtering everyone there.

Seeing that Ling Chen had actually taken the initiative to charge at them, the others swarmed forward.

Ling Chen had initially carved through several layers of the tight encirclement, barely able to maneuver flexibly, but as the circle tightened and these Spirit Masters swarmed in to attack him collectively, Ling Chen was pushed back into the room.

"Damn it! Is this ever going to end?!"

Ling Chen cursed loudly, his Green Steel Sword swinging so fast it left afterimages, yet those people still charged at him regardless of the cost.

Before long, this place would be buried under a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; if Ling Chen didn't break out now, he feared he would never have another chance. Yet, Ling Chen dared not stop; if he paused, he would be swamped by those soul masters and hacked into mincemeat.

After an hour of high-intensity combat, a dull ache radiated from his arm, and Ling Chen could barely keep his grip on the Green Steel Sword. A sense of impending death welled up in his heart, and Ling Chen no longer had the luxury of looting the corpses, instead gripping his sword with both hands and swinging it desperately.

Dammit! Absolutely detestable! A whole crowd of people refusing to go to the Hell Slaughter Arena, choosing instead to besiege a mere kid like him—Ling Chen even began to suspect they were specifically targeting him.

The more Ling Chen thought about it, the angrier he became; these people were like an endless swarm of zombies in an apocalypse, impossible to kill off completely.

It was right at this moment that a massive hammer descended from the sky, smashing everyone gathered at the room's entrance aside, and a figure appeared before Ling Chen.

The person who arrived was none other than Tang San!

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Covered in blood, Ling Chen finally let out a long sigh of relief; although Tang San had managed to steal the spotlight, Ling Chen had to admit that he had arrived just in time.

"Bullying a child with so many people, you lot really have no shame! If word of this gets out, aren't you afraid of being a laughingstock?"

Tang San raised the Clear Sky Hammer, pointing it at the soul masters; should anyone dare to make a rash move, his Clear Sky Hammer would immediately crush them to pieces!

Ling Chen shook his hands out, his feet stepping over the corpses, the Martial Soul Origin and Soul Rings of those bodies still being stripped away by Ling Chen.

"I say, Brother Silver, why are you wasting your breath on them! This is Slaughter City—just finish them off!"

Before Ling Chen could even finish his sentence, he had already charged into the crowd to kill. Tang San wanted to say something but held back, instead beginning to unleash the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, slaughtering in all directions.

At the same time, Hu Liena emerged from some unknown corner, launching a massacre against the soul masters on the periphery!

Seeing that the situation had turned against them, some turned tail and fled. Now that three demons had gathered together, who could possibly withstand their slaughter?