Chapter 263

At this time, the place where Nan Feihuang was located was the outer city of Slaughter City, where wanton killing was not permitted, because those here were losers who dared not go to the Hell Slaughter Arena; they exchanged two cups of Bloody Mary voluntarily contributed each month for the protection of the Slaughter King.

This only bought the qualification to stay in the outer city; in order to guarantee food, drink, and lodging here, they needed to contribute even more Bloody Mary, which also led to many people here being skin and bones, haggard beyond measure.

Although these people were alive, they were actually no different from the dead, merely lingering on in a hopeless state.

Soon, Nan Feihuang followed the black-veiled young woman into the inner city; in fact, from this point on was the true Slaughter City, and as soon as he entered the inner city, Nan Feihuang immediately felt an atmosphere completely different from the outer city.

If the outer city was a world of dead silence and indifference, then the inner city was a world of luxury and madness, with all kinds of colorful lights visible everywhere. The number of people in the inner city was far greater than in the outer city, and it was completely different from the quiet of the outer city.

Inside the inner city, it was extremely chaotic. Everywhere there were excited laughs, painful cries, and many other hair-raising sounds.

Looking around, in a corner on the left, a very tall, burly man was holding a woman with a decent figure to enjoy himself. However, a man behind the burly man seemed unable to endure it, sliced off the burly man's head with one blow, then kicked the corpse away and snatched the woman.

It truly was a place with absolutely no rules, where killing could be seen anytime, anywhere.

However, no one dared to make a move against Nan Feihuang at this moment, because this black-veiled young woman was an emissary of the Slaughter King; as long as she was by Nan Feihuang's side, it was equivalent to Nan Feihuang still being within the twelve-hour newcomer protection period.

"Rather than calling it a paradise of sin, it is better to call it a city of beasts," Nan Feihuang thought to himself.

"How about it, isn't this place very interesting? As long as you have strength, status, power, and beauties, you can enjoy them as you please!" the black-veiled young woman tempted him.

"Not interested, take me to the Hell Slaughter Arena."

"Hehe, truly a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers. Once you get there, my protection will be useless. Since you are courting death, then suit yourself," the black-veiled young woman sneered and led Nan Feihuang to a huge black building.

It was about the same size as the Great Soul Arena of Gulei Royal City, but it was filled with a feeling of oppression and was located at the very center of Slaughter City, which showed how important this place was to Slaughter City.

"Take your identity token to register, then wait for the match to begin. During the wait, you are not allowed to make a move. Each group entering the Slaughter Arena consists of ten people; no matter what means you use to kill, as long as you can walk out alive at the end, that's all that matters. Remember, only one can survive from each group; there is no such thing as admitting defeat," the young woman introduced simply.

Nan Feihuang nodded; he knew the rest. What he had to do next was to continuously achieve victory after victory in the Hell Slaughter Arena until he obtained a hundred victories, and then charge at the Hell Road.

However, entering this Hell Slaughter Arena required contributing a cup of Bloody Mary, and one could see many people ahead queuing up to enter with cups filled with fresh blood.

At this moment, a fierce-looking burly man walked over, said nothing, randomly picked someone from the crowd, beat him into a meat paste with one punch, and snatched the Bloody Mary. It was very clear that the Bloody Mary for this entrance fee did not have to be one's own; one snatched from others also counted.

Nan Feihuang smiled and walked forward, preparing to follow suit. At this time, the black-veiled young woman reminded him, "If you take the initiative to provoke, the newcomer protection period will have no effect."

"It doesn't matter, I don't need that kind of thing anyway." Nan Feihuang walked in front of the burly man, his fingers beginning to condense soul power.

In Slaughter City, there was no need for words; if you took a fancy to something, you just killed the person and snatched it. In this hellish place, if Nan Feihuang did not learn to adapt, he would absolutely not survive.

The burly man also knew he had been targeted by Nan Feihuang; he gave a ferocious smile, summoned his martial soul, the Magic Flame Lion, and with fire spewing from his mouth, he bit toward Nan Feihuang.

A decent martial soul; the Magic Flame Lion could be considered one of the top-tier martial souls that ranked among the best, even a step stronger than the Gale Magic Wolf, and slightly inferior to the Gale Two-Headed Wolf.

Nan Feihuang thrust toward the burly man's mouth without the slightest fear. The two were still half a meter apart and had not touched, yet one could see the burly man's skull had already been pierced by Nan Feihuang.

Condensing Qi into a weapon; Nan Feihuang's comprehension of weaponry, even if not equal to Dian Wei, was not something these pieces of trash who only knew how to use Brute Force to kill and had no technique could compare to.

With the help of the snatched Bloody Mary, Nan Feihuang entered the Hell Slaughter Arena very smoothly.

As soon as he entered, he smelled a thick, bloody stench. Inside Nan Feihuang's body, his two god-level martial souls trembled simultaneously.

The Dunjia Heavenly Book was filled with disgust; it was a supreme treasure of Daoism that emphasized purity and non-action, and it was full of loathing for this kind of place. The Painted Halberd, on the other hand, was the exact opposite; as a divine weapon on the battlefield, it had already killed endlessly and appeared very excited in this place.

"I want to register!" Nan Feihuang walked to the counter and threw his identity token over.

The attendant was a woman with a numb expression; not a trace of emotion could be seen on her face, and like a puppet, she took the token. "Very well, number 8733. It just so happens that nine people have already registered ahead of you; you are the tenth, and you can take the stage in the next match."

Nan Feihuang nodded and walked to the spectator stands to wait quietly. On the Slaughter Arena, only three people remained at this moment, plus four corpses.

The area around the Slaughter Arena was surrounded by magma; it seemed that among the ten people, three had already been reduced to bones.

The final winner was a cold man whose martial soul was a heavy hammer. Even though his opponent begged him for mercy, he still knocked his opponent down toward the magma without the slightest hesitation.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, another life passed away.

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, there is only Life and Death, no victory or defeat.

"Let us congratulate number 5624 for achieving twenty-one victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena!"

It turned out this person was an expert with twenty-one consecutive victories. The entire arena resounded with cheers for number 5624; just as the black-veiled woman said, the strong could possess everything here, including the worship of the weak.

Just at this moment, ten more numbers were announced in the hall, and 8733 was among them.

"Good luck, I can take the stage as soon as I arrive!" Nan Feihuang chuckled and leaped directly from the spectator stands onto the Slaughter Arena.

He was the last one to take the stage, but he attracted everyone's attention. It was not because he looked formidable; on the contrary, it was because the aura on his body was completely different from the people of Slaughter City—his killing intent was truly weak to an absurd degree.

There was no helping it; Nan Feihuang had not killed many people before this, and he did not like killing that much either. It was inevitable that his killing intent was not strong.

(End of this chapter)