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Dugu Feng had another thought he hadn’t voiced aloud. Since he predicted the King of Slaughter would soon make his move, the time to confront him was approaching.

Why should he worry about being discovered by the King of Slaughter?

"I’ve been in Slaughter City long enough, and my preparations are sufficient. It’s time to quickly achieve one hundred victories!

From sixty to one hundred victories, strength is one aspect, but the most important thing is playing this chess game with the King of Slaughter."

Dugu Feng’s expression was solemn, having already considered many things.

Several days later.

Outside the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Tang Cheng had just finished a match, increasing his consecutive wins to eighty-five.

He walked out with a calm expression—the recent fight hadn’t posed any trouble for him.

The other nine opponents had collapsed at the first touch, all smashed to pieces by his Clear Sky Hammer.

He was accustomed to such scenes.

Only fifteen more victories until he reached one hundred, and then he could challenge the Road to Hell, just like his idol.

Tang Cheng was exhilarated.

No one in Slaughter City could match him now.

He was dissatisfied with how slowly the Slaughter Arena arranged his matches.

If not for the long intervals between fights, he would have already achieved one hundred victories.

As Tang Cheng walked down the street, he suddenly halted, his eyes darting left and right.

In an instant, he spun around and retreated.

"Boom! Boom!"

Over a hundred people surged out from the arena entrance, blocking it completely.

These spectators had been watching the match, and after Tang Cheng left, they silently rose and followed.

Tang Cheng had assumed they came to watch his fight and would leave afterward.

But they had indeed come for him—not to spectate, but to target him.

Tang Cheng turned back to survey the street.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

A disorderly, chaotic noise arose as dark masses of people emerged from both ends of the street.

They converged toward the center, step by step.

From alleys and thoroughfares, the crowd closed in on Tang Cheng.

His heart pounded. Who? Who could mobilize so many people to kill me?

Could it be the King of Slaughter? Impossible—if the King wanted me dead, he wouldn’t need such measures.

A surge of icy, bloodthirsty, ruthless killing intent erupted from Tang Cheng.

His frenzied Clear Sky Hammer materialized in his grip.

Showing even a hint of fear now would invite these people to tear him apart.

Only by burning his bridges did he stand a chance of survival.

Mo Li stood among the crowd, his heart racing, his spirit electrified.

Nearly two thousand people had turned out.

Whether they succeeded or not, today would shake the entire Slaughter Arena.

He, Mo Li, was orchestrating something monumental.

Tang Cheng—a figure he had never dared to challenge before?

Now, I will kill you!

Mo Li thought viciously.

Screech! Gleaming blades shimmered under the violet moonlight.

Every Soul Master wielded sabers, spears, axes, spiked clubs...

Even bows and arrows.

Their weapons were a chaotic assortment.

Some Soul Masters appeared emaciated—clearly recruited from the outer city.

But with Bloody Mary supplied and a full meal in their bellies,

they had mustered the courage to join the mob.

"Who’s behind this?!"

Tang Cheng let out a thunderous roar that shook the heavens.

He aimed to overwhelm with sheer presence.

"Your grandmother’s ass!"

Mo Li bellowed back, pouring every ounce of his spirit into the shout.

He needed to break his subordinates’ fear of Tang Cheng.

"Your grandmother’s ass!"

Hundreds behind him echoed the cry as they charged forward.

"Kill!"

"Hack him down!"

"Shoot!"

The other leaders understood this principle too—only overwhelming battle cries could suppress men’s terror.

The battle erupted instantly.

Weapons and arrows rained down upon Tang Cheng at the center.

Chaos engulfed the scene.

In a corner, Dugu Feng leaned against a wall, admiring the spectacle.

Utterly satisfied.

"Dream Phantom Thousand Mechanisms!"

As these words left his lips,

All charging Soul Masters became frenzied.

The mental toxin fully ignited the murderous aura swirling around them.

Their bloodlust peaked.

Heh!

This was Slaughter City after all—let the killing begin!

Bloodshed was the norm here.

Every Soul Master felt an inner presence urging them forward relentlessly.

Even leaders like Mo Li, who’d planned to retreat into the crowd while urging their men forward,

Had their bloodlust awakened by Dugu Feng’s technique—now they led the charge most fiercely.

Seeing their leaders fearlessly charging, the underlings finally shed their fear.

Tang Cheng was swallowed by the tidal wave of bodies.

The battle’s epicenter

Became a crimson sea, blood painting the sky.

Splattering gore drove everyone to madness.

Kill—their sole target was the hammer-wielding man at the center.

Such was the all-consuming bloodlust.

Hmm?

Dugu Feng’s attention sharpened—a dozen figures burst from an alley into the fray.

Slaughtering indiscriminately.

Wasn’t that Tang Cheng’s usual residence?

How could a warrior like him lack loyal followers?

Dugu Feng had assumed such pressure would scatter them like rats abandoning a sinking ship.

Yet these dozen charged courageously into the mob, moths to flame, determined to save Tang Cheng.

With a thought, his figure blurred forward.

"Dream Phantom Thousand Mechanisms, Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers!"

Personal intervention was necessary—Tang Cheng couldn’t survive.

His target was a longsword-wielding Soul Master.

That blade looked familiar.

When absorbing his First Soul Ring, Xiahou Yu of the Xiahou clan had died before him wielding such a sword.

This man’s Martial Soul matched Xiahou Yu’s exactly.

The same domineering longsword.

A Clear Sky Sect vassal—no wonder such loyalty.

As Dugu Feng approached, only the swordsman remained standing among the dozen, the others already slain.

The swordsman, covered in wounds, was roughly Soul Ancestor level. Unable to use Soul Skills, even with his formidable blade Martial Soul, the outcome was inevitable against such numbers.

"Spare him!"

Dugu Feng’s cold command cut through as he closed in. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You? You’re behind this attack on Boss Cheng?"

Recognition flashed across the swordsman’s ashen face.

Dugu Feng—the warrior with a sixty-battle winning streak—how could they not know him?

If Dugu Feng was involved, their leader’s survival seemed nearly impossible.

Even if so many people couldn’t kill the boss, they could at least exhaust his energy. Then when Dugu Feng secretly poisons him, what chance of survival would the boss have?

With great effort, he raised the longsword in his hand and actually drew it straight toward his own neck.

"Before me, if I don’t permit you to die, you won’t be able to die even if you want to!"

Dugu Feng gave a cold laugh as a flick of his finger sent the longsword clattering to the ground.

He stepped forward and hauled this Soul Master of the Xiahou family into a room.

He hadn’t even begun questioning him yet!

Why had Tang Cheng appeared in Slaughter City?

And what was the true situation with the Clear Sky Sect back then? Dugu Feng was very curious.

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