After the girl in black veil finished her introduction, she said calmly, "It's relatively easy for outsiders to enter the Slaughter City, but to leave it is almost impossible..."
"No need to say anything more, I know all of this. Just take me to the Hell Slaughter Arena." Dai Mubai didn't want to argue with her anymore and immediately said.
I came here to conquer the Hell Road and obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain; do I need your introduction?!
The woman in black veiled was interrupted. She frowned slightly, shook her head, and said, "It seems you've already inquired about the rules of the Slaughter City. Then I wish you a speedy victory in achieving one hundred wins in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and then break through the Hell Road to obtain the title of God of Death."
However, on the way to the Hell Slaughter Arena with Dai Mubai, the woman in black veil still dutifully explained the rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Dai Mubai only paused for a short while; his main goal was to continuously win in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
But killing wasn't what Dai Mubai was most worried about. What he was most worried about was the viciousness brought about by the constant killing affecting his mind.
While thinking, led by the girl in black veil, Dai Mubai quickly crossed the outer city of the Slaughter City and entered the inner city.
If the outer city was relatively normal, then the scene inside the inner city was simply an eyesore.
Everywhere in the inner city exudes an extremely strong atmosphere of decadence.
Various explicit scenes, including skinning and dismemberment that require censorship, and live sex acts, unfolded continuously before my eyes.
Moreover, even standing right in the middle of the street, Dai Mubai couldn't help but take a second look.
The woman in black veil had been watching Dai Mubai closely, and when she noticed him glancing at the images from time to time, she became interested.
"You can get anything you want here, as long as you have enough strength."
A playful glint appeared in Dai Mubai: "What if I wanted you?"
The woman in black veil was taken aback upon hearing this, then said disdainfully, "I'm sorry, I belong to the great King of Slaughter. If you can defeat the great King of Slaughter, I will naturally become your servant."
Upon hearing Dai Mubai said, "Oh? I'd like to have a chance to meet the great King of Slaughter."
The woman in black veil ignored Dai Mubai's arrogance. In her mind, the King of Slaughter was the ruler of this place and could not be defeated.
Dai Mubai continued towards the center of the inner city and soon arrived at his destination, which was also the very center of the entire Slaughter City.
Before them stood a massive circular building, its highest point more than fifty meters above the ground, roughly half the size of the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena.
"This is the Hell Slaughter Arena, the heart of our Slaughter City," the woman in black veil said. "If you want to participate in the battles here, all you need to do is register with your identity token. If you want to spectate, you'll need to offer a Bloody Mary as your ticket. There's no time limit for spectating; you can watch whenever you want."
Dai Mubai nodded, but he wasn't in a hurry to sign up.
After learning all the rules of the Slaughter City, Dai Mubai bid farewell to the woman in black veil.
He circled the Hell Slaughter Arena to confirm its location.
During this time, a few reckless individuals rushed out to launch sneak attacks, but Dai Mubai never let his guard down, cleaving each attacker in two with a single sword strike.
Dai Mubai settled in an empty house less than two streets from the Hell Slaughter Arena. The location was spacious and easy to observe.
In this place, what's truly terrifying isn't the enemies inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, but the constant sneak attacks you face after the match, when you're at your weakest.
Inside the room, Dai Mubai sat cross-legged, beginning to plan what to do next.
The Slaughter City is permeated with bloodshed, oppression, and depravity; the murderous aura is omnipresent, constantly eroding people's spirits.
The purple moonlight shone through the window, and even the light itself carried a restless, unsettling quality.
Staying here for too long will wear down your humanity, distort your mind, and you really will go insane.
In the original novel, after Tang San experienced the Slaughter City, he seemed to become a different person, always carrying a murderous aura, and the list of those Way to Death was added up very quickly.
Fortunately, his mental strength had surpassed that of Soul Douluo and was close to that of Titled Douluo, so he should be able to barely withstand it.
But we still can't be careless; it's best to get out of this awful place as soon as possible.
Dai Mubai made up his mind that he had to finish the battle quickly and complete the 100-win streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena as soon as possible.
The next day, Dai Mubai arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena, where a muffled commotion emanated from the circular building.
Dai Mubai casually killed a Fallen Soul Master on the road, took a cup of Blood-Colored Mary, and completed the registration.
Because he was a newbie, he was quickly matched into a battle.
To survive in the Killing City, one is forced to fight in the Hell Killing Arena once a year.
If you can survive and win one battle in the ten-person free-for-all, you can live for another year in the Slaughter City.
However, there is another exception: members who provide a certain number of Bloody Mary to the Hell Slaughter Arena each year can be exempted from participating in combat.
Another possibility is that by achieving fifty victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena, one can obtain permanent residency in the Slaughter City.
Entering the Hell Slaughter Arena, one finds a dimly lit, enclosed space. The surrounding stone walls are inlaid with a ring of blue-purple lights, giving it a very eerie and cold feel.
Ten contestants were led to a circular arena, and as some black iron fences slowly rose around them, Dai Mubai was naturally among them.
The arena was surrounded by a stone-stepped spectator stand, where many spectators were already gathered, their shouts echoing throughout the arena.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The sounds were synchronized and frenzied.
Dai Mubai stood to one side, feeling the murderous intent emanating from all around him, which was truly exhilarating.
The other nine opponents were all desperate criminals.
They looked at Dai Mubai, who was different from others and extremely handsome, with an instinctive greed in their eyes, like wild beasts that had spotted their prey, each of them eager to pounce.
Dai Mubai could clearly sense that these people were not very strong. Four of them were not even Soul Master; they were just more robust than the average person.
They were clutching all sorts of weapons, including chains, daggers, and spiked clubs.
The remaining five Soul Master all appeared to be Fallen Soul Master, their Soul Power unstable, clearly indicating that they cultivated through some evil methods.
Thinking of the scene years later when these Fallen Soul Master wreaked havoc on the continent, and how they used every means of torture and slaughter to cultivate evil arts, Dai Mubai felt an urge to exterminate them all.
The battle has begun.
When everyone else thought the newcomer was easy to bully and rushed towards Dai Mubai, he didn't hesitate at all.
The White Tiger Golden Fiend Sword materialized in his palm. He didn't even have his Martial Soul attached to him. In a flash, he rushed into the crowd.
The golden greatsword exuded a powerful killing aura, and a deep humming sound accompanied its blade as it sliced through the air.
Horizontal sweep, vertical slash, straight thrust.
Dai Mubai's movements were swift and decisive, each sword strike aimed directly at vital points without any unnecessary movements.
Some were cut in half at the waist, some were split in two, and some were pierced straight Penetration the heart.
In just a few breaths, before most of them could even utter a cry, nine people lay on the ground, not a single body intact.
Their blood seeped into the cracks in the floor and flowed beneath the Hell Slaughter Arena, as if absorbed by something, leaving not a trace of blood on the ground.
Gasps of surprise erupted from the stands.
Dai Mubai's killing efficiency was terrifying, forming a stark contrast with his attire.
A handsome young man with blond hair, dressed in a platinum-gold outfit, stood cleanly amidst a pile of severed limbs; the scene looked utterly incongruous.