The Hundred-Man Battle in Hell's Killing Arena came to a perfect conclusion.
However, the impact it left behind was far from settling.
This was especially true for the officials on Slaughter King's side, who were still in the observation room.
"Strong… truly terrifying." The Black-Armored Captain, as a Title Douluo, was the one who could see most clearly what had happened under that white light. Even now, his body couldn't help but tremble involuntarily.
"Could you see what exactly happened inside that white light just now?" The masked vice-captain looked toward his captain.
Though he possessed strength comparable to a Title Douluo, he was still only a Soul Douluo in the end.
In certain other aspects, he was inevitably far inferior to a Title Douluo—for example, in observational ability and breadth of vision.
"I saw it. The light emitted by that bullet could distort and absorb the surrounding space."
"Over twenty Soul Masters were forcibly compressed near the bullet, then crushed together into a single mass."
"Those screams… were the wails of their bones and bodies being shattered."
"I see…" The masked vice-captain frowned. "Then… were you able to tell what Contestant 6666's Martial Soul is? Is it that gun?"
"I don't know." After a long silence, the Black-Armored Captain shook his head. "This is the first time I've ever seen something like this. And… without the cleansing power of the great Slaughter King of Slaughter City, it should be impossible to use Soul Skills. Given that situation, I truly don't know how to judge it."
If it was a Soul Skill, why weren't any Soul Rings released?
If it wasn't a Soul Skill, could it be a Soul Bone skill? But could a Soul Bone skill be used so freely?
And with so many different forms of expression—it was simply beyond reason.
After recovering from his shock and contemplation, the Black-Armored Captain turned to the black-veiled girl beside him and spoke:
"For her next match, send in all the Soul Sages and Soul Douluos who can participate."
"Wouldn't that violate the rules?" The black-veiled girl frowned.
"No. Tell them that if they win, they'll be allowed to join my Black-Armored Knights."
Joining the Black-Armored Knights was practically the dream of everyone in Slaughter City.
Because in Slaughter City, only the Black-Armored Knights could freely use their Soul Rings and Soul Skills—this was only possible with the Slaughter King's permission. This temptation was more than enough, equivalent to letting them ascend to the heavens in a single step.
"Wait."
Just as the Black-Armored Captain finished speaking and the black-veiled secretary was about to carry out the task, the vice-captain wearing the ghost-faced mask interjected:
"Delay her next match for a while. Let's consult the Slaughter King first before making a decision."
"If possible, I'd even suggest lifting the restrictions on Soul Douluos and Soul Sages."
"Is that so…" The Black-Armored Captain pondered for a moment before nodding. "Very well, we'll proceed as Yang Wuji suggests."
A Soul Douluo who couldn't use their Soul Rings was only equivalent to a Soul Emperor in strength—that was still far too weak.
"Isn't this going too far? And those are Soul Douluos we're talking about!"
"No. This woman's origins are unknown. In any case, you prepare the participants first. Whether they can use their Soul Skills or not, we'll ask the King first before deciding."
In the end, after some discussion, the three of them agreed to have the black-veiled girl contact the Soul Douluos and Soul Sages in Slaughter City, enticing them to participate in the Hundred-Man Battle.
Slaughter City, the tallest building.
This was the residence of Slaughter King Tang Chen. Anyone who approached could sense the extraordinary aura within.
Several Title Douluo-level presences lingered, dense and unyielding.
The captain and vice-captain of the Black-Armored Knights entered the castle together.
The two stood outside what was clearly a training room door. Yang Wuji reached out and lightly knocked.
"Ancestor Tang Chen, we have urgent matters to report. Please open the door."
Rustling sounds came from behind the massive door.
Before long, the door slowly slid open from both sides.
"What is it?"
A tall, powerfully built man stood up from his seated position and stepped outside.
Within the enormous training room, aside from the Slaughter King, there were actually four Title Douluos and one Soul Douluo present.
The four Title Douluos were positioned at four corners, surrounding the tattered-clothed Soul Douluo in the center. An intricate aura of soul power rose around them, forming what seemed to be some kind of special formation.
Yang Wuji only glanced at the four Title Douluos before returning his gaze to Tang Chen.
"Old Sect Master, the situation is actually like this…"
Yang Wuji recounted the events in detail to Tang Chen without omitting a single word.
"Able to use skills in Slaughter City?" Tang Chen's face showed surprise as he listened. "The White Queen, you say? If what you describe is true, she might indeed be a talent worth recruiting for the sect."
"And she's very young?" Tang Chen pressed with slight curiosity.
"That's correct." The Black-Armored Captain seized the topic and nodded. "Her life force is like the rising sun—she's likely no older than fifty."
In truth, the Black-Armored Knight was being conservative.
In his estimation, the silver-haired young woman already known as the White Queen was probably not even thirty.
"Tell me your plan."
After listening to the report, Tang Chen offered no comment and instead tossed the question back to them.
The Black-Armored Captain and Yang Wuji exchanged glances before explaining their earlier plan to test the White Queen.
"I see." Tang Chen stroked his chin, deep in thought. "Very well, proceed as you've suggested."
"Being able to use Soul Skills in Slaughter City—aside from those who've already mastered the Slaughter Domain, the only ones capable of this are likely those with connections to divine inheritances."
For example, someone like Qian Daoliu wouldn't face restrictions on using Soul Rings or Soul Skills upon entering Slaughter City.
"Old Sect Master, won't you be going yourself?"
Seeing Tang Chen about to turn back, Yang Wuji couldn't help but ask.
Tang Chen paused, glancing at Yang Wuji behind the ghost-faced mask before sighing. "I can't leave right now. Tang Hao has reached the most critical moment. I must remain by his side at all times to prevent any mishaps."
As if sensing Yang Wuji's concern, he continued: "As for the White Queen you speak so highly of, we'll discuss her after Hao'er's matter is settled!"
"In any case, whether to allow those people to use their Soul Skills is up to the two of you to decide." With that, Tang Chen tossed a stone imbued with divine energy to Yang Wuji.
"Don't worry about any White Queen. Even if she's a divine inheritance candidate, she'll have to bow in Slaughter City. I, Tang Chen, am no pushover."
The mere thought of how his own divine trial had been interfered with by the Rakshasa God made Tang Chen grit his teeth in frustration.
"Never mind. We'll deal with the rest later."
For now, helping Tang Hao's Martial Soul break through was the priority. Tang Chen had already decided on Tang Hao's new ninth Soul Ring—the Crimson Blood Nine-Headed Bat King, which he was currently suppressing.
Since you refuse to leave, then I'll use another method to make you an eternal weapon of the Clear Sky Sect.
My body isn't so easily parasitized! I am invincible on this continent.
A 99th-rank Limit Douluo!