"Too bad I'm still a hair's breadth from Level 98. The further I advance, the more enormous the Soul Power required."
"But it's time to leave this place."
Dugu Feng fought back the urge to destroy the place. He knew Slaughter City was a vast cage—a vast prison. As long as it remained,
the fallen would pour into it like rats. In a way, it helped contain Evil Soul Masters.
Evil Soul Masters scattered far and wide posed a much greater threat than those gathered together.
After all, there wasn't a single good person in Slaughter City.
But if those desperate fugitives left, they would stop at nothing to survive.
Innocent people would suffer.
Destroying Slaughter City was easy. Building another one would not be.
So he would rather leave it standing. That did not mean he would spare the King of Slaughter, though. The Asura God's godhood was still a prize worth coveting.
As for Tang San, he would be generous if he didn't take the Sea God Godhood from him too.
The main problem was that the Sea God's nine trials would take far too long.
He had no patience for them.
By contrast, he believed his talent and strength would make earning the Asura God's recognition no difficult task.
Of course, if the Asura God insisted on choosing Tang San, there was nothing he could do.
Dugu Feng went straight to the Slaughter Arena. When the other nine contestants saw who had arrived,
despair spread across their faces. One of them tried to seize the chance to flee.
But an enforcer who had been waiting grabbed him by the throat and hurled him onto the platform.
No one knew how many times this had happened already.
Dugu Feng strolled into the arena as though he hadn't a