Behind the bar, a waiter dressed in black clothes with an indifferent expression raised his head.
With just one glance, his expression changed.
This was a youth of around fifteen or sixteen. He was young, yet his Killing Aura was incredibly dense.
Killing Aura was not something one accumulated simply by killing many people. If that were the case, could a Soul Master gather enough Killing Aura just by slaughtering civilians?
Killing Aura was born through brutal slaughter and duels. Even more so, life-and-death battles between Soul Masters of similar strength produced greater Killing Aura.
The Killing Aura on this youth before him was far too dense, greatly exceeding the standard.
He could practically enter Slaughter City directly.
The black-clothed waiter's expression became somewhat more welcoming.
Dugu Feng smiled faintly. He believed his Killing Aura had reached the standard. Although he had only remained outside Slaughter Town for several months, he had killed at least a thousand people. Those he killed were not all weak; they were powerful opponents with Soul Power similar to his own, and most were even stronger than him.
At first, killing people had still weighed on his mind somewhat. Gradually, however, his heart became as hard as iron, no longer affected by slaughter in the slightest.
Killing Aura had already become part of his bearing.
The black-clothed waiter directly brought out a cup of murky liquid from beneath the bar. The liquid was dark red and emitted a strong bloody stench.
This was Slaughter City's source of energy: blood.
But it was definitely not pure blood.
At first whiff, the pungent smell resembled the stench of fresh blood. But Dugu Feng, who was accustomed to poisons, immediately detected the scent of poison.
From the moment one entered Slaughter City, one would be poisoned. It was