"I suspect you did this on purpose..." Qian Renxue's face flushed red as she shot Ye Feng an extremely resentful glare.
She didn't doubt that his method was ineffective—rather, she believed he had tricked her into coming to Slaughter City just to scheme against her...
"I thought your Angel Bloodline could purify toxins. Who knew you'd be so weak that you couldn't even last a day?"
Ye Feng shrugged, speaking bluntly.
The Angel Spirit possessed powerful purification abilities, especially against evil desires.
But the "sacred" attribute and the "evil" toxins here were natural opposites.
If one side was weaker, the other would attack fiercely.
This was likely the main reason Qian Renxue had been affected so quickly.
If her Martial Soul could suppress the toxins, she might never have been influenced.
But if she couldn't withstand them, she would quickly lose herself in them.
"You—!!!!"
Qian Renxue was instantly furious. Her already foul mood worsened, growing increasingly violent, and a flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes.
Of course, it wasn't directed at Ye Feng.
But at the entirety of Slaughter City—she wanted to kill to vent her rage, to unleash it mercilessly!
"Fine, there's one last option. I can take you away directly."
"But if we do that, we'd be breaking the rules. We'd never be allowed back, or else we'd face the King of Slaughter's retribution."
Ye Feng laid out the final solution.
The King of Slaughter couldn't attack normal participants, but if Ye Feng used [Void Walker] to force an escape, it would count as a violation.
They'd lose all future access.
If they ever returned, they'd face the King of Slaughter's relentless pursuit.
Unless absolutely necessary, Ye Feng wouldn't resort to this method.
"Forget it. I'll just go kill people instead..." Qian Renxue exhaled sharply, ultimately choosing bloodshed.
Drinking Bloody Mary was out of the question.
As for doing that with Ye Feng...
She did have some fondness for him. Even after he took advantage of her multiple times, she never grew to despise him.
But it was just fondness—not enough to jump into bed on the spot.
And as for fleeing Slaughter City, she wouldn't choose that either.
If she left, Ye Feng would have to follow, costing him the chance to obtain the "Slaughter God Domain."
No matter how infuriating he was, she didn't want to ruin this major opportunity for him.
...
Hours later.
Ye Feng lounged on the couch, resting.
Qian Renxue walked in slowly, sword in hand, her body splattered with blood—whether from the Hell Slaughter Arena or random unlucky souls in the inner city, it was unclear.
She glanced at Ye Feng without a word and headed straight for the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from inside.
Though Slaughter City was brutal, it offered endless luxuries—as long as one had the strength to claim them.
Outer city residents had to drink rainwater of unknown age,
but the room Ye Feng and Qian Renxue occupied, though shabby, had all the essentials, including clean water for bathing—a rare privilege.
Ye Feng glanced toward the bathroom, noticing that Qian Renxue seemed utterly exhausted... She hadn't even closed the door properly, leaving a narrow gap.
Even without looking closely, Ye Feng could see a flash of white...
"Bang—"
"You bastard! Don't peek!"
Qian Renxue noticed the peeping gaze and finally reacted, quickly locking the door.
...
...
The third day.
In the end, Qian Renxue chose to kill, completing three duels to somewhat alleviate the murderous desires in her heart.
But for these three matches, she had waited over 20 hours.
...
...
The fourth day.
Qian Renxue waited the entire day without a single match.
This nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.
So she randomly picked unlucky targets in the inner city to kill.
About this, she felt no psychological burden.
Because indeed, as Ye Feng had said, everyone here deserved to die.
Moreover, she discovered that wanton slaughter in the inner city was far more effective in venting her emotions than killing in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Especially when she saw the despairing pleas of the Fallen Ones before her Demon Sword severed their heads...
The warm blood, the scent of gore, relaxed her previously suppressed mood considerably.
...
The seventh day.
With Qian Renxue's rampant slaughter, the most stubborn and insane Fallen Ones in the inner city were all exterminated by her.
If you dared to be fearless, Qian Renxue dared to kill you all.
No matter how deranged they were, under her terrifying pressure, they regained some sanity and fled to the outer city.
This left the Hell Slaughter Arena completely empty, with only Qian Renxue remaining.
Her reputation spread throughout the entire Slaughter City, earning her a nickname—Demon Sword!
One woman, one sword!
Killing like a demon!
...
...
The tenth day.
With no one left to kill in the inner city and killing forbidden in the outer city, Qian Renxue and Ye Feng stayed indoors, holed up in their room.
Ye Feng remained unaffected. Instead, he used his heaven-defying comprehension to continuously grasp the rules of this place.
He realized that the rules of slaughter here were incredibly dense. Even without actively seeking them, these rules seemed to seep into him, constantly being understood.
Ye Feng had a premonition that even without venturing onto the Road to Hell, he could comprehend the "Slaughter God Domain" through the endless slaughter rules here.
For ordinary people, comprehending the Slaughter God Domain required accumulating killing intent—meaning daily, relentless slaughter.
But that was for ordinary people.
For someone with heaven-defying comprehension like Ye Feng, killing was unnecessary. His extraordinary perception allowed him to understand the path of slaughter simply by breathing the air here.
It was like the difference between a genius and an average student.
Average students need to recite or even copy texts dozens or hundreds of times to memorize them.
Geniuses learn at a glance.
...
In the room.
Qian Renxue tossed and turned under the blankets, unable to sleep.
The murderous thoughts in her heart swelled uncontrollably, with no outlet, making her feel like she might explode.
"That bastard Ye Feng... it's all his fault, so infuriating..." Qian Renxue grumbled.
Seemingly, cursing Ye Feng made her feel slightly better.
Only then did she recall the solution Ye Feng had mentioned.
Killing intent was also a form of "desire." One could choose to vent it through slaughter or... other methods.
"Other methods..."
Qian Renxue seemed to think of something, her face growing redder by the second.
Subconsciously, she reached her hand under the blanket, pressing it between her thighs, and then...
As a pure and holy angel.
Qian Renxue would never normally do such things.
After all, her heart was devoted solely to her ambitions, never to be disturbed by such vulgar desires.
At most, she might press her thighs together, or rinse herself while bathing...
(End of Chapter)