The God of Slaughter Enters Class Zero! (Second Update! Please Vote and Bookmark!)

"I want to enter Class Zero ahead of schedule!"

Standing beside Yue Guan, Su Yi looked at Bibi Dong and spoke coldly.

"Little fellow, have you gone mad? Your Soul Power has only reached level twenty-three, and you want to enter Class Zero?"

Before Bibi Dong could answer, Yue Guan, standing beside Su Yi, stared at him in shock.

Su Yi did not answer. He simply looked quietly at Bibi Dong, waiting for her response.

Bibi Dong, who had been sitting in the Pope's Chair, stood up as she looked into Su Yi's calm, indifferent eyes.

"Fine. Then we'll send you into Class Zero early."

As Bibi Dong spoke, she walked over to Su Yi.

Looking at the little fellow before her, who had once only reached her thigh, she saw that he had now grown to her waist.

In a few years, this little fellow would be taller than her.

"Yue Guan, take Su Yi directly to Class Zero, the Death Group."

"When Su Yi graduates, he will assume the position of Holy Son of Spirit Hall."

After Bibi Dong finished speaking, she looked at Su Yi and smiled faintly. "The position of Spirit Hall's Holy Son can only be yours."

"Let's go."

Su Yi spoke calmly and indifferently to Yue Guan, who stood beside him.

As soon as Su Yi finished speaking, Yue Guan took him and vanished from Pope's Palace.

Only after Su Yi and Yue Guan had disappeared did Hu Liena, who had heard Su Yi volunteer to enter Class Zero ahead of time, snap out of her daze.

Class Zero, Spirit Hall's so-called Death Group.

She knew that, with Su Yi's talent, he would eventually enter Class Zero and experience the rules and bloodshed of the Soul Master World ahead of time.

But he had only just become a Soul Grandmaster.

The desperadoes in Class Zero were all at least Soul Grand Masters, and there were even many Soul Elders among them.

Those people were vicious and depraved, yet he had proposed entering that place early.

At that thought, Hu Liena ran to Bibi Dong's side and looked at her with worry in her eyes. "Teacher, Su Yi is entering Class Zero now? He..."

At that point, Hu Liena did not know how to continue.

Bibi Dong looked at the little girl standing beside her, smiled faintly, and placed a hand on Hu Liena's little head, gently rubbing it. "Nana, didn't you, Xie Yue, and Yan get through it the same way back then?"

"But... but back then, my brother, Yan, and I were three people. And we had some other companions too."

"But Su Yi is all alone."

Seeing Hu Liena's anxious, concerned expression, Bibi Dong smiled gently. "Don't worry, you little girl. That little fellow is quite formidable. That child was born for this."

After thinking for a moment, Bibi Dong found the words to describe Su Yi.

"God of Slaughter!"

"Alright, little fellow. This is Class Zero, established by Spirit Hall within Spirit Academy."

"So-called Class Zero is actually the Death Group. Spirit Hall's outstanding disciples are sent here for training. Success means survival. Failure means death!"

"Rather than a class, this is more like a place where we imprison the people we captured for you to use as trial targets. Every person here has innocent blood on their hands. We did not kill these scum after capturing them, but kept them alive until now so they could offer up the only remaining value of their lives in this world."

"Every batch of disciples sent here in the past came in groups. Even when Nana, Xie Yue, and Yan of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation entered Class Zero, twenty people came in. In the end, only the three of them walked out alive."

"But this time, there is only you. So, little fellow, have you thought it through?"

Su Yi looked at the rundown, filthy camp before him, which resembled a slum, and said nothing.

He silently drew the Black Dagger hidden at his calf, then flashed forward and rushed inside.

Seeing Su Yi answer him in this way, Yue Guan sighed softly. "Little fellow, be careful."

With that, Yue Guan left.

After rushing into Class Zero of the Death Group, Su Yi immediately concealed himself.

The moment he entered, he found the place filthy and chaotic, with a stench that reached the heavens.

Yet Su Yi, hidden inside an old wooden crate, showed not the slightest discomfort.

It was as if he could not smell the nauseating foul odor at all.

From the various dilapidated tents came rough curses and, from time to time, heart-rending screams.

After Su Yi had hidden in the crate for more than half an hour, he had nearly grasped the situation of every enemy here.

There were twelve tents in total. Each tent held fewer than ten people at most, while the smallest held only two. Most tents housed four or five people.

There were more than sixty enemies here in total.

At that thought, Su Yi looked toward a burly man walking out of one of the tents.

After leaving the tent, the man walked several dozen meters away and relieved himself.

The opportunity had come.

Gripping the dagger in his hand, Su Yi watched the burly man like a leopard eyeing its prey—calm, ruthless, and poised to strike.

With a whoosh, Su Yi sprang out from the wooden crate where he had been hiding.

In less than two breaths, Su Yi crossed more than twenty meters and appeared behind the burly man.

The dagger sank to the hilt into his throat, destroying his vocal cords.

He knocked him down and pulled out the dagger in one fluid motion.

The burly man Su Yi had brought down stared at those cold, indifferent eyes in terror.

He opened his mouth, wanting to cry for help.

Unfortunately, Su Yi had already destroyed his vocal cords.

The moment he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Then his eyes lost focus, and he breathed his last.

Su Yi did not pay any attention to the burly man who wanted to call for help.

To him, it was merely a dying man's Final Radiance and struggle.

This place was different from the bandits he had dealt with before.

The bandits he had killed before had mostly been merely somewhat vicious ordinary people. Even their strongest leader had only been a level eighteen soul master.

But everyone here was a soul master above the level of Soul Grandmaster.

Assassination was the best method.

Every soul master here had two soul skills.

And he knew nothing about their martial souls or soul skills.

Even if he did know, if he faced these soul masters alone and each of them used a soul skill, he would still be finished here.

Spirit Hall's outstanding disciples from previous generations had all entered this place in groups.

Even head-on confrontations would not result in an overwhelming disadvantage, but he had no helpers at all.

For him, the Destined God of Slaughter, he did not need any helpers.

Using his own strength to fight forty or fifty Soul Grand Masters, along with more than ten Soul Elder-level soul masters, was simply a pipe dream.

The only solution was to deal with these people one by one.

Whether it was straightforward slaughter or assassination, both were what he excelled at most! Awaken! It was hunting time!

I'm late, I'm late. Couldn't be helped—I didn't wake up until nearly one, and after eating, it was already past two.

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