Upon entering the Hell Slaughter Arena, Ye Feng was quickly directed to wait by a doorway.
Ye Feng was first in line—no one before him, no one behind.
Clearly, the number of participants wasn't very high.
Originally, Ye Feng had planned to complete ten matches a day and finish in ten days. But now, it seemed this timeline would have to be extended…
From the Narrator, Ye Feng learned that the Spirit Hall only delivered a new batch of people once a month.
Half a month had already passed since the last delivery. Most newcomers didn't dare participate in this deadly game, choosing instead to offer Bloody Mary to avoid being slaughtered.
Only those who believed themselves strong enough—or those whose minds had been warped by the rules of slaughter in this place—would continuously engage in the killing.
Using his perception, Ye Feng saw nine doorways around him. Currently, only six were occupied, meaning they were still three people short of a full match.
The six individuals all had bloodlust and madness in their eyes, resembling wild beasts more than humans, their rationality all but gone.
If such people were outside, they would undoubtedly be classified as terrorists, capable of wreaking havoc.
Of course, this was all the result of the influence of Slaughter City after their arrival.
After waiting a few minutes, Ye Feng saw the remaining three doorways fill with people.
As soon as the number was complete, the iron doors before everyone slowly began to open—as if releasing ferocious beasts from their cages.
Clank, clank, clank—
With the doors' opening, a wave of bloodlust far more intense than outside assaulted their senses.
It wasn't just the scent of blood—there was something else mixed in, something that seemed to stir the most primal urges for slaughter within one's heart.
However, this influence was subtle. Only someone with Ye Feng's level of spiritual power could detect it.
Prolonged exposure to this force would easily cause one to lose themselves in the desire to kill.
And the source of this bloodlust… came from beneath the ground.
Ye Feng didn't need to look to know that beneath them lay the core of Slaughter City—the Blood Pool.
It was also the origin of all Bloody Mary in Slaughter City.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of something cutting through the air came from beside him.
A man to Ye Feng's left, seeing him seemingly lost in thought, had silently crept closer. Now, he raised a dagger and viciously thrust it toward Ye Feng's temple.
As the dagger descended, the man's lips twisted into a frenzied grin.
He seemed inexplicably excited at the prospect of seeing brains and blood spraying out.
Ye Feng had long since noticed the sneak attack, but he couldn't be bothered to dodge. A mere Soul Grandmaster was nothing to him…
Tap—
The dagger struck Ye Feng's temple with full force—and then…
Nothing happened.
The man felt as though he had stabbed solid steel. The terrifying recoil nearly made him lose his grip on the weapon.
"N-no… That's impossible!"
His face twisted in shock, but he raised his hand again—this time aiming for Ye Feng's eyes.
Even if this guy had absurd defenses, he refused to believe the eyes could be just as tough!
"It's over."
Ye Feng's gaze remained indifferent as he casually glanced at the man.
The next moment, the descending dagger abruptly halted—then reversed direction, slowly inching toward the man's own forehead.
"W-what's… happening… My hand… I can't control my hand!! What the hell did you do?!"
In the Hell Slaughter Arena, Soul Skills couldn't be used. Everyone relied on cold weapons and hand-to-hand combat, making it impossible for the man to comprehend such a bizarre situation.
He only felt his right hand being controlled by an invisible force, driving the dagger in his grip straight toward his own forehead.
The man frantically jerked his head back, trying to dodge.
Unfortunately, his hand was attached to his body—there was nowhere to hide.
"Dead Hand! Stop it!! Damn it!!"
The man desperately pulled at his own right hand with his left, even using terrifying strength to snap his wrist.
Yet, despite this, his right hand continued driving the dagger into his forehead.
"Thud—"
The blade pierced through his skull. The man collapsed unwillingly, his eyes filled with despair.
"This kid is strange—kill him!"
The scene was witnessed by the others, who were instantly horrified.
In the heat of the battle, aside from the man Ye Feng had killed, two more had fallen.
The remaining six now saw Ye Feng as the most dangerous target, clearly intending to eliminate him together.
After all, the rule of combat was that only one could survive—the strongest threat had to be dealt with first.
However, before they could act, a dagger on the ground suddenly flew up.
"Whoosh—"
"Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud—"
Seven Stars in a Row.
The dagger circled the arena once, drawing seven sprays of blood before returning to Ye Feng's hand.
The battle was over.
As the nine combatants lay dead, the gates of the Hell Slaughter Arena slowly creaked open.
Ye Feng's penetrating gaze could see the blood within the fallen being drawn by a mysterious force, surging toward some hidden underground location.
But he paid it no mind—he knew this was the source of Slaughter City.
Without these sacrifices, even the Road to Hell couldn't be opened.
To unlock the Road to Hell, a massive blood sacrifice was required—which was why one needed a 100-win streak to qualify.
100 battles, 9 deaths per battle—900 lives.
Add in those who died in other conflicts, the total would amount to over a thousand corpses and spilled blood.
For Ye Feng and Qian Renxue, the toll would be at least two or three thousand—or even more.
...
...
Meanwhile.
Deep within Slaughter City stood a dark crimson palace.
The hall was vast and empty, its far end dominated by a throne of blood—crafted from gemstones and bleached bones.
Seated upon it was a tall, gaunt figure exuding boundless authority.
"Great King… two powerful newcomers have arrived in Slaughter City, both possessing legendary Self-Created Soul Skills. Should we make contact?"
A cold, feminine voice echoed through the hall.
"No need. They are beyond your reach…"
The man on the throne shook his head lightly, his tone indifferent.
"But, my King, Slaughter City has lacked fresh blood for too long…"
The woman's voice gritted her teeth, clearly unwilling to relent.
"Hmph! That woman carries the pure bloodline of an angel—she is undoubtedly a descendant of that one! And that being is among the strongest in the continent today. Even without the Slaughter God Domain, she poses a tremendous threat!"
"As for the other boy… he's rather interesting."
"For now, observe. Avoid contact unless absolutely necessary."
The King of Slaughter spoke indifferently.
"But..."
The cold female voice still sounded unwilling.
"Silence!"
The man seated at the head grew visibly angry and snapped coldly, "You're just jealous of that angel's beauty, aren't you? Though I favor you, if you dare lay a hand on those two, I swear I'll throw you into the Blood Pool as a sacrifice!"
The cold female voice was clearly frightened and immediately fell silent.
"Rest assured. Though they are strong, strength comes at a price. Being too powerful... is not good news..."
The King of Slaughter's tone was eerie.
Because both of them were extremely strong, if they won too much, no one would be willing to fight them anymore.
Without opponents, they naturally wouldn't be able to complete the condition of 100 consecutive victories, let alone qualify to open the Road to Hell—much less leave.
The entire Slaughter City was filled with "Poison," a toxin that could stir the killing desires in one's heart.
The longer they stayed in Slaughter City, the deeper their "poisoning" would become.
By then, they would either submit to him or perish in the slaughter—there were no other choices.
Though he feared the existence behind that angel, as long as he acted within the rules, the other party would have no excuse to attack Slaughter City.
"At the will of the great King of Slaughter..."
The woman said no more, her tone reverting to reverence.
(End of Chapter)