What are you babbling about? Go talk to my Naginata!

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

"Do it!"

A sharp, piercing roar shattered the deathly silence!

In the corner of the tavern, several gaunt figures who had been keeping their heads down with sinister auras suddenly lunged forward!

In their eyes, although Qian Qizhou's previous strike had been terrifying, it must have been some kind of powerful burst spirit skill that consumed a massive amount of energy, leaving him at his weakest right now.

"Seeking death!"

Qian Qizhou's gaze turned abruptly cold. He didn't even look back, merely spitting out those two words with icy indifference.

"Hum--!"

Purple lightning erupted with a roar!

Engulfing Lightning appeared in his hand, and upon the blade, violent thunder surged madly like a living creature.

He didn't even use any spirit skills; he simply poured his immense spirit power into the Naginata and slammed it downward.

"BOOM--!!!"

With him at the center, a destructive shockwave of purple lightning spread out instantly like a tsunami.

The ambushers who had lunged at him didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to charred ashes within the violent thunder.

Several patrons nearby who were slightly closer were caught in the aftermath, screaming as they were blasted away, slamming into the walls with broken bones and shattered limbs.

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

Everything was instantly pulverized, carbonized, and turned to dust by that terrifying power of thunder!

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

As for survivors? What were those? He didn't know.

Qian Qizhou remained expressionless, slowly sheathing his blade.

He didn't even glance at the carnage around him, his gaze falling to the ground.

There, a staircase leading downward, emanating a thick, bloody stench, was now revealed.

Clearly, this was the true entrance to Slaughter City.

Entering the passage and passing the guards outside the city, Qian Qizhou stood on a wide yet filthy street.

The sky was not blue with white clouds, but a depressing dark red dome, as if covered in congealed blood, shrouding the entire city in a dim, bloody haze.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench, and the ground was covered in bloodstains and filth.

Shadowy figures moved about the street, but every one of them was gaunt, their eyes either numb or crazed, most bearing hideous scars on their bodies.

Further away, a colossal coliseum was vaguely visible, from which earth-shaking shouts and roars continuously erupted.

Qian Qizhou smelled the sickening, mixed odors in the air, his brows knitting tightly together as a flicker of undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes.

He was a germaphobe.

Although he had endured many hardships and battles, he still felt an instinctive rejection and physiological discomfort toward such a dirty, filthy, and chaotic environment.

The scene here was nothing short of extreme torture for his senses.

He subconsciously moved to circulate his spirit power—

"Hm?"

"My spirit skills and spirit power have been suppressed?"

"Tch..."

Just as he wanted to use his spirit power to shield himself from the filth, this had to happen.

Just as he felt the urge to retreat, considering whether to leave first and make other plans, a slightly husky, alluring female voice sounded not far from his side: "Hehe~ A newcomer? Regretting it already?"

Qian Qizhou turned his head to see a woman in tight black leather armor with a hot figure, leaning against the side, observing him with great interest.

Her eyes were not numb or crazed like those of the people around them; instead, they held a hint of playfulness.

"What a pity..." She licked her red lips, her voice laced with schadenfreude: "Regret is useless, though~"

"Once you enter Slaughter City, you can never leave, unless... you can conquer Hell Road and earn the title of Slaughter God."

Outside the outer city of Slaughter City, a terrifying bolt of lightning shot into the sky.

Facing the fallen ones who were lunging at him with roars, a cold light flashed in Qian Qizhou's eyes, and the irritation caused by his germaphobia instantly transformed into cold killing intent.

He had no interest in listening to any noise from this trash driven by the desire for slaughter, nor did he care to have any physical contact with them.

"What are you jabbering about? Go tell it to my Engulfing Lightning!"

If his soul power was being suppressed, couldn't he just use the Engulfing Lightning to convert the soul power of the Holy Light and flames into Electro elemental energy instead?

He let out a cold snort, not even sparing a glance at the figures lunging toward him, as the naginata in his hand suddenly erupted with a brilliant, dazzling purple lightning.

"BOOM--!!!"

There was no need to use any soul skills; with a mere flick of his wrist, he swept the naginata horizontally.

A crescent-shaped bolt of lightning instantly detached from the blade and slashed outward.

"Squelch! Squelch! Squelch--!"

A series of teeth-grinding cutting sounds rang out!

The dozen or so fallen ones charging at the front froze in their tracks, the madness and greed on their faces solidifying along with them.

The next second, their bodies were severed at the waist, the wounds charred black, not even leaving time for blood to spray out.

The violent power of the lightning had instantly extinguished their vitality.

The lightning's momentum remained undiminished as it continued to slash backward, cutting dozens more fallen ones who couldn't dodge in time clean in half, clearing out a large vacuum zone.

Severed limbs and charred corpses collapsed to the ground in a heap, and a strange, pungent odor of burnt flesh mixed with blood began to permeate the air.

The entire clamorous street of the outer city fell into instant, deathly silence.

All the fallen ones who had been itching to move were like creatures whose necks had been throttled, staring in sheer terror at the figure holding the lightning blade, who stood there like a demon god.

The playful smile on the woman's face also froze instantly, her pupils contracting as a flicker of horror flashed through her eyes.

How is he not being suppressed by the rules???

Qian Qizhou didn't even look at the corpses on the ground; the purple halo on his skin shimmered slightly, completely isolating him from any filth that might splash onto him.

He lifted his foot, stepped over the charred remains, and headed toward the Hell Slaughter Arena mentioned by the female envoy.

The fallen ones along the way retreated in terror, not daring to get anywhere near him.

Occasionally, a few who were blind or completely consumed by the desire to kill would roar and lunge at him from the side or behind—

Qian Qizhou didn't even turn his head, simply striking back with his blade.

"Ssh! Ssh!"

With a flash of lightning, the lunging figures were instantly reduced to charred fragments.

Before long, Qian Qizhou arrived unimpeded in front of the massive, oppressive black structure that reeked of a sky-high stench of blood—the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Standing before the gate were two rows of guards clad in heavy black armor, wielding giant axes, with only their cold eyes visible.

They exuded a thick scent of blood and an aura of slaughter; clearly, they were battle-hardened killers, entirely different from the rabble in the outer city.

If nothing else, they were waiting here, intending to eliminate Qian Qizhou, the variable.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang--!"

A series of dull, explosive sounds rang out!

Those formidable, battle-hardened arena guards, along with their heavy armor and giant axes, were reduced to a pile of fine, charred powder.