Nothing to Say to the Corrupted, Kill

[Remember to check in, Qia-luo~]

Qian Xunji arrived at the tavern serving as the entrance to Slaughter City, and a system notification popped up before his eyes.

Check in to get rewards; not checking in would be inhuman.

He opened the system panel and tapped the check-in button.

[Check-in successful. Obtained Ice Heart Technique.]

Ice Heart Technique?

A mental cultivation method for calming the heart and focusing the spirit, its core mantra being, "Heart like clear ice, heaven collapsing without alarm."

Once cultivated, it allows one to maintain a state of absolute calm, blocking the erosion of various external emotions.

Good stuff.

With the Ice Heart Technique gifted by System-mama, he no longer had to worry about the Rakshasa God playing dirty.

Even with his spiritual power reaching the Divine Origin Realm, Qian Xunji would not be arrogant enough to think he could completely withstand the underhanded tactics of a First-Class God.

Before officially entering Slaughter City, Qian Xunji spent three days cultivating and successfully mastered the basics.

Then, he pried up the floorboards and stepped inside.

He traversed the long, narrow passage, which was scraped by chilling winds carrying the scent of blood, and arrived within Slaughter City.

The moment he stepped into Slaughter City, he felt his entire body grow uncomfortable.

The air was saturated with an evil, murderous aura, making it feel as if he were in an environment with one hundred percent humidity, causing difficulty in breathing.

An invisible force, as if coming from the heavens and earth themselves, was suppressing him and weakening his strength.

Slaughter City was a secret realm created by the Asura God, one of the five God Kings of the God Realm, to select a successor.

The massive God of Slaughter Domain enveloped the entire Slaughter City, sealing the spirit rings of spirit masters and preventing them from using spirit skills or gaining the buffs of their spirit rings.

Even a Titled Douluo arriving here would be reduced to an ordinary person with strong physical fitness because their spirit rings were sealed.

However, this did not include Qian Xunji, who possessed the god-level Angel Domain.

The Angel Domain was bestowed by the First-Class God, the Angel God.

As both were at the god-level, it existed on the same tier as the God of Slaughter Domain.

Though inferior to the Slaughter Domain, it was not enough to be crushed.

Qian Xunji felt his strength after the suppression and thought to himself, The strength of a newly-advanced Titled Douluo. Although my spirit ring skills are weakened, they can still be used. That is enough.

"I am the Nightmare Knight Griffith. You have violated the rules of Slaughter City. Only by defeating me will you be qualified to enter."

At the end of the passage, one hundred and one figures appeared. All of them were clad in full black armor, their faces completely obscured by black helmets, making it impossible to see their features. One hundred of them held heavy two-handed swords, while only one sat high atop a warhorse also clad in black armor.

The person who spoke was the man riding the warhorse.

Qian Xunji, wearing the Emperor Armor, did not speak. He simply raised his hand to use his fourth spirit skill, "Angel Light Blade," summoning over a dozen short golden swords.

He controlled the swords to slay the enemy, charging toward the one hundred black-armored warriors wielding heavy swords.

As for himself, he gripped a golden sword and unleashed a Half-Moon Slash, swinging from bottom to top, cleaving both horse and rider in two with a single blow.

The battle lasted less than a minute before all one hundred and one black-armored warriors present were finished off by Qian Xunji.

As the holy power purified the evil, Qian Xunji benefited from it, and his own spirit power became even more solid.

What surprised Qian Xunji slightly was that killing the warhorse also yielded gains.

This reminded him that the predecessor to the Spirit Hall, the Angel Church, had grown and strengthened by collecting faith through the slaughter of evil spirit beasts and fallen spirit masters.

The Angel family did not know how to manage their resources, nor did they know how to use Slaughter City to farm fallen spirit masters and evil spirit beasts to obtain experience points for the rapid growth of the Angel spirit.

One could only say that in this Douluo plane, where even hijacking a grain supply route could be called a "master strategy through the ages," one should not hold any hope for the intelligence of these foolish Douluo natives.

After dealing with the black-armored warriors blocking the end of the passage, Qian Xunji continued forward and arrived before the pitch-black city gate.

Looking up, he saw four large characters: "Slaughter City."

He walked from outside the gate to the inside.

At the entrance, two rows of black-armored warriors stood silently.

A woman in black, wearing a black veil mask, stepped out from behind the black-armored warriors.

"Welcome to Slaughter City." The woman's voice was somewhat pleasant. She swayed her hips as she walked to Qian Xunji and made a gesture of invitation.

Qian Xunji did not speak. He pierced the woman's chest with a sword, then reformed his golden short swords to hunt down the two rows of black-armored warriors.

He had nothing to say to this group of criminals, the fallen spirit masters.

For these heinous criminals, it was better to kill them all than to leave a single one alive to harm those law-abiding, normal people.

Slaughter City, Outer City.

A group of residents, gaunt and sallow, with numb expressions and heads bowed, heard the sounds of fighting and looked up one after another.

Fighting, dead bodies, blood covering the ground—to the residents of Slaughter City, this was nothing more than a daily occurrence.

But for an outsider who had just arrived in Slaughter City to dare attack the subordinates of the King of Slaughter was, however, a rare sight.

"So much blood. Collecting a single cup would be enough to live comfortably for a month."

"What a waste, killing even the Slaughter Envoy, who was so beautiful and had such a lovely voice."

"The outsider probably doesn't know that the gender ratio in Slaughter City is severely skewed, and women are extremely rare."

"The fight ended so quickly? Why don't we take advantage of the warmth and use the Slaughter Envoy while we can?"

The fallen one who spoke had his throat slit by a golden short sword controlled by Qian Xunji's spiritual power the moment his words fell.

He never held back against these criminals who spouted filth and nonsense.

The bodies of the fallen spirit masters killed by Qian Xunji were covered in golden, holy flames.

As the fire burned to purify the evil, their corpses melted like butter and dissipated into the heavens and earth.

For every bit of evil purified, he received a portion of holy feedback, and the spirit power within Qian Xunji grew that much denser.

Using his ninth spirit ability, Spirit Detection, he searched for fallen spirit masters hiding in the shadows, controlling the golden short sword to snipe them from afar.

He killed without leaving a corpse behind.

By repeating this process, Qian Xunji achieved the feat of a thousand kills within a single day.

Thick killing intent swirled around his body.

High above Slaughter City, within the Rakshasa Secret Realm, a wisp of divine consciousness left behind by the Rakshasa God sensed that holy, bright, and scorching power—a power that made It loathe it—belonging to the Angel God.

It cast Its gaze toward the source of the power.

It saw Qian Xunji, clad in the Emperor Armor, standing atop a rooftop and controlling the golden short sword to kill from a distance.

It was rare for It to see a believer possessing the power of the Angel God step foot into Slaughter City.

"Not a Six-Winged Angel spirit?"

"Most likely what mortals call a spirit mutation."

It was not a Six-Winged Angel spirit, but rather the appearance of an armor spirit.

This piqued the Rakshasa God's interest, and It decided not to strike and kill Qian Xunji immediately.

A descendant of the angels who possessed the power of the Angel God, yet did not have a Six-Winged Angel spirit.

If he were to become the High Priest of the Rakshasa God...

Interesting, interesting. This would be quite amusing.

But to become the High Priest of the Rakshasa God, a spirit power of level 98 was not enough.

Only by reaching level 99, the Limit Douluo, would one be qualified to become the High Priest of the Rakshasa God.

The bored Rakshasa God began to exert Its power to find some entertainment.

It descended a purple light that floated above Qian Xunji's head like an angel's halo, serving as a conspicuous mark.

Its voice rang out in the ears of every fallen spirit master residing within Slaughter City.