Entering Slaughter City

"Tell me, what did you come to see me about?"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong shook her head helplessly. Instead of answering, she looked at Qin Feng in confusion.

"I wanted to ask, is Hu Liena in Slaughter City now?"

"She is."

Bibi Dong nodded at this. Because of Qin Feng's blow, Hu Liena had volunteered to go to Slaughter City. Helpless, she could only agree.

"Then I'd like to ask Your Holiness for a map to Slaughter City," Qin Feng continued.

"Fine, but... what are you going to Slaughter City for?"

Bibi Dong was even more puzzled. Slaughter City was not a place one could leave easily. If you went in and didn't lose a layer of skin, it wouldn't be called Slaughter City.

"That need not concern Your Holiness."

A faint smile appeared on Qin Feng's face. Slaughter City was nothing more than a shell occupied by a soul beast. He could wipe it out with a wave of his hand.

"Here."

Bibi Dong shook her head, then tossed out a map. Qin Feng caught it, took a look, and prepared to leave.

"I'll be going now, Your Holiness."

"Wait. If you see Hu Liena, look after her."

"Got it. Besides, if I see her, how could I not look after her?"

Qin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. She really didn't trust him. He had already formed an alliance with Spirit Hall, yet she still said that, making him seem like an outsider.

Afterward, Qin Feng returned to the sect and summoned everyone in it for a meeting.

"Sect Master, what is it?" Dugu Bo asked in confusion as he stood in the sect's main hall.

"I called everyone here today because I have something to announce. I'm going to Slaughter City. Who wants to come with me?"

Qin Feng swept his gaze over the crowd as he spoke. In truth, he did not even need to ask. Which of the summoned people would not want to go? He figured Dugu Bo was probably the only one unwilling to go.

"..."

Sure enough, the moment Qin Feng finished speaking, Dugu Bo shut his mouth. Then he raised his head to stare at the ceiling and said nothing more.

"Ahem, I'll go."

Bald Strong coughed lightly and stepped forward. Then the summoned people came forward one after another, leaving Dugu Bo thoroughly embarrassed.

"Then Bald Strong, Fat Wave, King Gigi, and Lazy Yangyang."

Qin Feng picked a few people and told the others to remain in the sect. Then he led Bald Strong and the others out of the sect, found several carriages, and set off for Slaughter City.

"Reporting to Your Holiness, Qin Feng and the others are heading west."

"I know."

Bibi Dong rubbed her brow, looking utterly exhausted. She stared blankly out the door.

"Sect Master, Qin Feng is heading west."

"Mm, I know."

"Uncle Sword, what is in the west?"

Ning Fengzhi tapped the table as he asked. Ever since Qin Feng had displayed his strength, he had ordered spies to keep Qin Feng under constant surveillance.

"The west... Slaughter City?"

After thinking for a moment, Sword Douluo suddenly spoke. It was merely his guess as well.

"Slaughter City..."

Hearing those words, Ning Fengzhi fell into thought. Slaughter City?

At this moment, nearly all the continent's top forces had learned of the news.

"We're almost there."

Qin Feng looked at the map in his hand, then raised his head and looked at the city ahead.

"We're here?"

Bald Strong climbed out of the carriage and looked up. An ancient, unadorned city stood before him.

Qin Feng and the others drove their carriages into the city. Unlike other cities, it was neither bustling nor prosperous. Though the shops were open, there were barely any pedestrians on the streets.

Qin Feng did not pay much attention to it. He checked the map and headed toward a tavern.

"Five cups of Yellow Springs Dew, please."

The moment Qin Feng entered the tavern, he spoke to the owner. At once, everyone in the tavern turned to look at Qin Feng and the others.

"Right away."

The owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, then brought out five cups of Yellow Springs Dew and delivered them to Qin Feng's table.

Looking at the blood-red liquid before him, Qin Feng swallowed. Bald Strong, however, drank his cup in one expressionless gulp.

King Gigi and the others also raised their cups and drained them, their expressions barely changing. After finishing, they all looked at Qin Feng.

"Gulp..."

Seeing that they had all finished, Qin Feng hardened his heart, picked up his cup, and downed it in one go. Afterward, his brows knitted tightly, but soon relaxed.

The other tavern patrons wore strange expressions at the sight. Then one of them stood up.

"Kid, can you give me that monkey?"

Qin Feng turned his head and saw a man standing on a stool, sneering at him.

"If you've got the skill, come take it!"

Qin Feng curled a finger at him and smiled.

"You said it. Brothers, get them!"

A strange glint appeared in the man's eyes. A blade appeared in his hand, and five Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. The others likewise unleashed their martial souls.

"Bald Strong."

Qin Feng did not turn around to look any further. Instead, he closed his eyes and spoke to Bald Strong.

"Got it!"

Bald Strong agreed without hesitation. A chainsaw appeared in his hand, while nine Soul Rings rose behind him.

"A... a Titled Douluo!"

The others were horrified by the nine Soul Rings on Bald Strong's body. They were even more shocked upon seeing that two were Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings.

"Die."

As soon as Bald Strong spoke, he vanished in an instant. Miserable screams rang out one after another. Once they faded, Qin Feng rose to his feet as well.

"Owner."

As Qin Feng spoke, he walked toward the owner. The owner's face turned pale at once.

"Sir, this way."

The owner clearly knew why Qin Feng had come. He led Qin Feng to a secret chamber, then allowed Qin Feng and the others to enter.

"That easy?"

Bald Strong smacked his lips. He had thought it would be difficult, but this was all there was to it?

"You'll know once you get inside."

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. If this were all there was, it truly would not be difficult. But the real danger lay within.

"What danger?" Bald Strong asked with interest.

"Once you enter, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to use soul skills."

That was also why Qin Feng had brought soul beasts. Three soul beasts over two hundred thousand years old—he refused to believe they could not defeat Tang Chen alone.

"Interesting."

Bald Strong was somewhat surprised. He had not expected such a place to exist.

Before long, Qin Feng and the others reached the end again. Qin Feng pushed open the door and walked inside.

The moment they entered, they saw an armored man mounted on a horse.

"Dread Knight Scott."

"You know me? Since you do, there's no need for me to say much."

Scott looked at Qin Feng in surprise. Few people recognized him the moment they entered, though a little girl had called out his name a few days ago as well.

"Bald Strong."

"OK."

Bald Strong nodded. A chainsaw appeared in his hand. Without another word, he charged at Scott with it.

"Ha!"

Just as Bald Strong's chainsaw collided with Scott, a blur suddenly flashed past. Looking closely, Fat Wave's claw had already slashed across Scott's neck.