What's That Gibberish? Tell It to My Naginata!

Qian Qizhou turned to look at the woman, just about to speak...

"Attack!"

A sharp scream shattered the silence!

In the corner of the tavern, several short, gaunt figures who had kept their heads down, their auras sinister, suddenly sprang into action!

In their eyes, Qian Qizhou's strike just now had been terrifying, but it had to be some kind of powerful burst Soul Skill that consumed a great deal of energy. Now was when he'd be at his weakest.

"Looking to die!"

Qian Qizhou's eyes suddenly turned icy. He didn't even look back, merely spitting out two cold words.

"Vmm—!"

Purple lightning erupted with a roar!

Engulfing Lightning appeared in his hand. Violent thunder surged wildly along the blade as if it were alive.

He didn't even use a Soul Skill. He simply poured his vast Soul Power into the naginata, then slammed it down.

"Rumble—!!!"

Centered on him, a destructive shockwave of purple lightning suddenly spread like a tsunami.

The attackers rushing at him didn't even have time to scream before the raging lightning reduced them to charred ashes.

A few patrons standing nearby were caught by the shockwave as well. Screaming, they were sent flying and slammed into the walls, their bones broken and tendons snapped.

The entire dilapidated tavern shook violently. Tables, chairs, the bar, the wine racks...

Everything was shattered and carbonized in an instant by that terrifying power of lightning, reduced to dust!

With a single strike, the entire tavern was razed to the ground, leaving nothing but a mess of black ashes.

As for survivors? What were those? Never heard of them.

Qian Qizhou remained expressionless as he slowly lowered his weapon.

He didn't even glance at the carnage around him, instead looking down at the ground.

There, an underground staircase had appeared, descending into the depths and giving off a thick stench of blood.

Clearly, this was the real entrance to Slaughter City.

After entering the passage and getting past the guards outside the city,

Qian Qizhou found himself standing on a wide, filthy street.

The sky wasn't blue, nor was it scattered with clouds. Instead, a gloomy, dark-red dome stretched overhead, as if covered in congealed blood, shrouding the entire city in a murky crimson haze.

A nauseating stench filled the air, and the ground was covered in blood and filth.

Figures crowded the streets, but every one of them was gaunt and bony, their eyes either numb or crazed, their bodies mostly marked with hideous scars.

Farther away, a colossal arena could be seen. Roars and shouts that shook the heavens poured out of it without pause.

Qian Qizhou caught a whiff of the nauseating mix of odors in the air. His brows knitted tightly, and unmistakable disgust flashed in his eyes.

He was a neat freak.

Although he had endured countless hardships and battles, he still instinctively recoiled from such a filthy, foul, chaotic environment, his body reacting with discomfort.

The sight here was nothing less than the ultimate torment for his senses.

He instinctively began circulating his Soul Power—

"Hm?"

"My Soul Skills and Soul Power are being suppressed?"

"Tsk..."

He'd only just tried to use his Soul Power to shield himself from the filth, and now this happened.

Just as he was starting to have second thoughts and wondering whether to leave for now and make other plans,

a woman's voice, slightly hoarse and laced with a hint of allure, rang out not far from his side. "Hehe~ New here? Regretting it already?"

Qian Qizhou turned to look. A woman in tight black leather armor, her figure fiery, was leaning to one side, studying him with keen interest.

Unlike the numbness or madness in the eyes of those around her, hers held a hint of amusement.

"Too bad..." She licked her red lips, her voice tinged with glee. "Regretting it won't do you any good~"

"Once you enter Slaughter City, you can't leave—unless... you can make it through Hell Road and earn the title of Slaughterer."

Outside Slaughter City, terrifying lightning shot into the sky in an instant.

As the Fallen rushed at him with furious roars, a cold glint flashed in Qian Qizhou's eyes. The irritation caused by his neat freak tendencies instantly turned into icy killing intent.

He had no interest in listening to these trash, ruled by their bloodlust, make a single sound, and he couldn't be bothered to touch them.

"What's all that gibberish? Tell it to my Engulfing Lightning!"

They were suppressing Soul Power. So couldn't he use Engulfing Lightning to convert the part of his Soul Power tied to Holy Light and flame into Electro instead?

He gave a cold snort. He didn't even look the rushing figures in the eye as the naginata in his hand suddenly blazed with dazzling purple lightning.

"Boom—!!!"

He didn't need to use a single Soul Skill. He only had to twist his wrist and sweep his naginata across.

A crescent of lightning instantly tore free of the blade and slashed outward.

"Shhk! Shhk! Shhk—!"

A string of teeth-grating slicing sounds rang out!

The dozen or so Fallen at the front froze in place, the madness and greed on their faces frozen along with them.

The next moment, their bodies split at the waist. Their wounds were charred black, and not a drop of blood had time to spray out.

The raging lightning instantly snuffed out their lives.

The lightning continued slicing onward, cutting dozens more Fallen behind them in half before they could dodge and clearing a vast swath of empty space.

Limbs and charred corpses came tumbling to the ground, while a strange stench of burning flesh and blood filled the air.

The noisy streets of the outer city fell silent in an instant.

All the Fallen who had been itching to make a move seemed to have their throats gripped. They stared in terror at the figure wielding a lightning blade, as if he were a demon god.

The amused smile on the woman's face froze, too. Her pupils contracted, and a trace of horror flashed through her eyes.

Why wasn't he being suppressed by the rules???

Qian Qizhou didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. A faint purple glow flickered across his body, completely shielding him from any filth that might splatter onto him.

He stepped over the charred remains and headed toward the Hell Slaughter Arena the female envoy had mentioned.

The Fallen along the way scattered in terror, not daring to approach him.

Every now and then, some fool—or some lunatic completely consumed by bloodlust—would howl and lunge at him from the side or behind—

Without even turning his head, Qian Qizhou slashed backhanded.

"Shhk! Shhk!"

A flash of lightning, and the charging figures instantly became charred chunks.

Before long, Qian Qizhou reached the enormous, oppressive black building that reeked of blood—the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Two rows of guards stood before the entrance, dressed in black heavy armor and carrying enormous axes, their cold eyes the only thing visible.

They reeked of blood and killing intent. Clearly, they were seasoned killers, nothing like the rabble in the outer city.

If nothing else, they were waiting here to eliminate Qian Qizhou, this unpredictable variable.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—!"

A series of muffled blasts rang out!

The formidable, battle-hardened guards of the Slaughter Arena, along with their heavy armor and enormous axes, were reduced to a pile of fine, charred powder.