The idea that "many hands make light work" can sometimes be misleading, leading people to believe that having more people means having more power.
As these people rushed towards Qi Ling, they seemed to already envision themselves tearing Qi Ling to pieces, then taking the two beauties for themselves and indulging in their pleasure.
But just as they rushed within ten meters of Qi Ling, it all ended.
Qi Ling didn't even need to use his Xuanyuan Sword; all the enemies who broke into the Xuanyuan Sword Realm were cut in half from head to toe.
This incredibly bizarre scene shocked everyone. Even if they weren't afraid of death, they didn't like dying for no reason, let alone dying without any meaning.
After the first dozen or so people died, the others immediately stopped, terrified. A death line seemed to appear about ten meters away from Qi Ling.
Qi Ling, however, continued walking forward without looking back, as if he hadn't done anything that seemed like magic.
After paying the price of more than ten lives, these people finally understood why Qi Ling could possess two such beauties, and no one dared to cause him any more trouble.
"Look, this is so convenient, a one-time solution," Qi Ling said to Qian Renxue. "And it's so classy, isn't it cool?"
Qian Renxue looked helpless and said, "Men are so childish!"
Jian Lan chimed in, "Agreed."
Qi Ling watched the two walk together, feeling a pang of annoyance, while she followed behind. Was she childish? No! This was the first time someone had ever said that to her!
However, after Qi Ling killed more than ten people, his body also underwent a strange change. A bloodthirsty impulse kept surging into his heart, and his killing intent continued to accumulate.
"So that's how it is. This city can actually undergo such miraculous changes." Qi Ling felt the killing intent within him. "It's like big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp. Every time I kill someone, my killing intent accumulates on that person."
"Even the slightest killing intent, after accumulating in large quantities, will undergo a qualitative change, and the one who ultimately obtains all of that killing intent will become the new Slaughter God!"
This principle is similar to the process of refining poisonous insects; the surviving insect will become the Poison King, absorbing all the poisonous mist and toxins, and gaining all its power.
But in reality, isn't the life of Soul Master just like that? Every Soul Master can be said to have come this far by stepping over countless other living beings; the Slaughter City simply accelerated this process countless times.
Following the city's main road, the three gradually approached the most important building in the city: the Hell Slaughter Arena. The houses near the Hell Slaughter Arena were also the most luxurious and comfortable places.
"This is it! Take a look, which one do you think is suitable? I think that little two-story building is quite nice!" Qi Ling said, pointing to a house.
Qian Renxue and Jian Lan both said they didn't care. Neither of them were people who craved luxury. Qian Renxue often lived outdoors in the open, and Jian Lan lived in a bamboo forest. Houses didn't mean much to them.
But Qi Ling is different. His obsession with houses seems to be ingrained in his bones. After all, the idea of living in peace and contentment is a tradition passed down from our ancestors.
Having decided on her goal, Qi Ling stepped forward and knocked on the door. "Open the door! Open the door! Don't hide inside and stay silent, I know you're home!"
After Qi Ling's shouting, the door was quickly and roughly opened, and a burly man who was at least 2.5 meters tall came out, carrying three simply dressed women in his arms.
The burly man quickly noticed Qi Ling, who was causing trouble. Veins bulged on his forehead as he angrily said, "Kid, are you looking for death? How dare you interrupt my good time, Du Leisi! I won't let you leave so easily."
" Du Leisi? What a nice name!" Qi Ling raised an eyebrow and said, "I regret to inform you, Mr. Du, that your house has been requisitioned. Please leave within three minutes, or you will face the consequences!"
Upon hearing Qi Ling's words, Du Leisi laughed as if he had heard a joke, turning to the three women beside him and saying, "Hahaha, did you hear that? This kid actually dared to threaten me, telling me to leave my house right now!"
Then, Du Leisi shrugged off the three women, grabbed a huge axe, and brandished it in front of Qi Ling, saying, "Kid, looks like you're new here, right? Your killing intent is so weak, you probably haven't even participated in a single match before, have you?"
"I, Du Leisi, am a survivor of thirty matches. I have no interest in killing a weakling like you. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe I'll spare your life!"
Qi Ling nodded secretly after hearing Du Leisi's words. Sure enough, the purpose of participating in the Hell Slaughter Arena was to obtain the killing intent from others.
Because all the participants have already accumulated enough killing intent, the efficiency of acquiring it will be greatly accelerated, ultimately concentrating all the killing intent on the sole victor, who will become the ultimate Slaughter God.
The man before them, Du Leisi, was Entanglement in an extremely dense killing intent, clearly a powerful individual who had likely experienced countless life-or-death battles, which explained his ability to live in such a house.
"Perfect, let me see what's so different about someone who's won thirty matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena," Qi Ling laughed. "Come on, cut me down."
"What?" Du Leisi frowned, wondering if he had misheard. Had this kid just told him to cut him down?
"Can't you hear me? I told you to chop me up!" Qi Ling said, "Use your rusty axe to chop me up!"
This time, Du Leisi heard it clearly and was furious. It was the first time he had been looked down upon like this, and someone actually wanted him to cut him down.
"Kid, I don't know what kind of strength you have outside, but here, your tricks won't work!" Du Leisi said, raising his large axe. "But unfortunately, you don't need to know, because you're about to die."
As he spoke, Du Leisi swung his axe down, striking Qi Ling squarely in the shoulder. His intention was to cleave Qi Ling diagonally in two from shoulder to hip.
But now, his usually invincible all-out axe strike hadn't even scratched Qi Ling's skin! It was as if he had struck something indestructible, unable to advance an inch.
Qi Ling sighed in disappointment. He had thought that someone who had won thirty matches must be incredibly skilled, so he had used all his strength to defend himself, only to be met with this?
It's like straining in the toilet for ages, only to have a fart pop out – it's incredibly unpleasant! This really annoyed Qi Ling.