Chapter 118: A Blood Case Caused by a Sword, Lingxu Establishes His Might

After Lingxu agreed, this man who looked extremely sinister began to teach Lingxu some gestural signals.

The plan was that the two of them would act as if they didn't know each other, and he would secretly give Lingxu hints.

Entering the Diyu Shaluchang, it seemed a match had already taken place before this, yet not a trace of blood could be seen on the arena, only a scent of blood.

All the blood produced was absorbed into the interior of Slaughter City to serve as nourishment.

Next match, 0713, 3517... 6666, 2968, enter the arena.

There are also hosts in Slaughter City, but this host does not provide passionate commentary; they are only responsible for the start and the end.

Just as the sinister man expected, the people entering the arena included him, Lingxu, and that Guangtou Wang.

Upon entering the Diyu Shaluchang, Lingxu felt the killing intent from Guangtou Wang, who had just had his Xuesheng Mali snatched away by him earlier.

He was almost completely locked on; the other party was definitely coming for him first.

Lingxu, meanwhile, took a look at the man with the sinister appearance.

"This Guangtou Wang is very powerful; why don't we join forces to defeat him, and then we can fight each other again."

This is standard procedure in the Diyu Shaluchang; a true powerhouse must face the situation of one against nine.

Guangtou Wang seemed to know this situation too, but he didn't seem panicked at all, looking directly at Lingxu and saying: "I don't care if you join forces, but wait until I finish off this brat first, otherwise..."

Soul power surged, his martial soul was released, and a spiked club appeared in his hand, its spikes looking exceptionally sharp.

Moreover, the other party's soul power was not low, being above level seventy.

With these conditions, he was able to achieve nine consecutive victories and had been lingering on in Slaughter City for nine years.

"Yes, if you don't want to die, step aside." Guangtou Wang wore a fierce expression; most of the others were only Spirit Masters, and the one joining forces with Lingxu was merely a Soul Emperor.

Whether to join forces with the nine, or join forces with Lingxu—it was time to make a choice.

"Not leaving?" Guangtou Wang looked at the people who were retreating one after another; only he had not made a choice.

Facing the threat, he still compromised, could only take a step back, and made some gestures to Lingxu.

The meaning was for Lingxu to stall and exhaust the opponent, and then he would find a way to save Lingxu.

"Brat, dreaming of joining forces with others; let's see who can save you this time."

"Your speed is not bad, but that time I was careless; this time I will definitely beat you into a pulp." After saying this, Guangtou Wang raised his spiked club and struck at Lingxu.

Lingxu took out the Xuantie Sword he had brought in; although it was called a Xuantie Sword, some precious metals had been added to it, so it could be said to cut through iron like mud.

Boom...

When the huge spiked club fell, it did not hit Lingxu, but smashed fiercely into the ground.

By this time, Lingxu had already moved quickly behind Guangtou Wang.

"Where is he?" Guangtou Wang looked left and right but could not find where Lingxu was.

Yet at this moment, no one went to remind Guangtou Wang.

The spectators were all marveling at the speed Lingxu displayed; it was truly too fast.

Lingxu said: "I'm behind you!"

"What?"

Guangtou Wang turned around and swung the spiked club, but this strike hit only air; he still did not see where Lingxu was.

Such speed made even the sinister-looking man who was joining forces with Lingxu feel fear.

Because the person in front, number 6666, had two chances to kill this Guangtou Wang with one sword strike, but did not make a move.

He asked himself, he did not have this speed either, and would end up just like Guangtou Wang.

Viewed this way, his greatest opponent was not Guangtou Wang, but this brat who had just entered Slaughter City.

What to do?

While he was thinking, Lingxu had already exhausted Guangtou Wang through several attacks.

From beginning to end, Guangtou Wang never saw Lingxu, because every time, Lingxu would move behind him.

The other party was not a speed-type Spirit Master and could not keep up with Lingxu's speed; the gap was simply too large.

After failing to land several attacks, Guangtou Wang panicked; in this Slaughter City, one careless move could lead to death. Clearly, he had kicked an iron plate.

Just as he was thinking, Lingxu's sword rose and fell.

Guangtou Wang's head instantly hit the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

Lingxu also retreated several meters away to avoid getting it on himself.

The remaining nine people were astonished, yet someone shouted, to survive, kill him first.

Thus, all nine attacked Lingxu.

Having so easily killed the person they feared, Lingxu became their first choice to kill again.

However, Lingxu did not want to keep playing; in the game of slaughter, one must never let their guard down.

Even if the opponent is weaker than you, you cannot be contemptuous.

The long sword in his hand swung, and people only saw Lingxu's afterimages; eight people had already fallen and stopped breathing.

Lingxu was also handy with the sword; within the Lingxue Sacred Heart Art, Lingxu had previously learned the Lingxue Sacred Hand, and upon coming here, he had also practiced the Lingxue Sacred Sword Thirty-Six Forms.

Although it was only at the minor success stage, it was enough to use in Slaughter City.

Lingxu moved the long sword in his hand, and the remaining sinister man was scared into retreating several steps.

"This, how is this possible?"

"How old are you? How can you have such strength?"

Lingxu said: "Now it is time for our duel."

"I..."

This was truly wanting to cry without tears; it was simply too outrageous, it was truly outrageous to the extreme.

But before the man could finish his words, he was already decapitated.

Lingxu killed nine people, yet not a single drop of blood stained his sword.

Voices drifted from the crowd watching the battle, with some saying the sword in Lingxu's hand was a divine weapon, and that obtaining it would increase one's combat power.

In an instant, many people cast greedy gazes at the longsword in Lingxu's hand.

However, Lingxu did not pay much attention to these people at this moment; he was merely watching as the blood and energy of the others who had died were swallowed by Slaughter City, and of course, a portion of the killing intent entered his own body.

Here, killing intent within the body is accumulated in this way.

Once no more killing intent entered his body, Lingxu walked out of the Diyu Shaluchang.

In just a single match, Lingxu had already left a deep impression on many people.

A new star of slaughter was about to rise.

At the same time, Hongshang had also left Slaughter City one step ahead of Lingxu, preparing to report this matter to the Slaughter King.

Lingxu did not linger at the Diyu Shaluchang either, but walked straight out.

Here, Lingxu also needed to find a place to stay with a relatively better environment.

But not long after he went out, Lingxu discovered that quite a few people were eyeing him.

Yet Lingxu did not immediately strike back; instead, he followed his own rhythm, observing the full scope of Slaughter City.

Overall, this city was dilapidated; there were quite a few buildings, but not many good ones, as they were all occupied by powerful people.

The architecture of this Slaughter City was very classical, even by the standards of the current Douluo Continent, it was quite old.

It was likely that the formation of this Slaughter City was the result of the Asura God directly transforming a city.

After walking for a long time, the several groups of people following behind Lingxu could no longer restrain themselves.

"Kid, don't run, hand over the precious sword."

"The precious sword is ours!"

"No, it's ours."

The number of people surrounding him had already exceeded twenty, including Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, Soul Saints, and even a Spirit Douluo had arrived.

"That is?"

"The Tiger King, who achieved thirty consecutive victories, has also come."

This Mad Blade was the Spirit Douluo; he looked to be in his forties or fifties, had level 83 soul power, his martial soul was a black tiger, and he was known as the Tiger King in Slaughter City.

It must be said that for a Spirit Douluo, it was still quite easy to obtain thirty consecutive victories here.

As he walked into the crowd, everyone automatically stepped aside.

"Your sword is not bad; with it, I can go even further. Offer it to me, and you can obtain the qualification to join my Tiger Sect and receive the protection of my Tiger King."

In Slaughter City, although there was slaughter everywhere, various factions of all sizes had also formed.

Lingxu did not know about the Tiger Sect, so he said: "Is this the sword you are talking about?"

The Tiger King nodded and said: "That's right."

In Slaughter City, if one had a beast martial soul, since soul skills could not be used after possession, everyone would seek out the weapon most suitable for themselves in order to increase their combat power as much as possible.

Therefore, after Lingxu brought out his sword, many people came to snatch it.

Lingxu said indifferently: "Sorry, I have no interest in joining you, but if you become my underling, I might consider giving this sword to you."

"You..." The Tiger King felt an unprecedented insult.

In this Slaughter City, apart from the people of the Slaughter King, his strength was publicly recognized as ranking ninth; if he had a good weapon or a soul bone, he could rank in the top five.

He had taken a fancy to Lingxu's sword at a glance; although it was not the kind of heavy weapon for wide-open attacks, it was the only thing at the moment that could increase his combat power.

But to let him become the underling of a newcomer kid, how could he agree to that?

"What about me? If you want to make a move, do it quickly, don't dawdle," Lingxu said.

"Get him!" the Tiger King said coldly.

Subsequently, the dozen or so underlings behind him swarmed forward.

In their hands were various sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, but when Lingxu drew his sword and swung it, these sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, which looked more ornate than the last, were all slashed into two pieces.

Now the Tiger King was even more covetous, and even another Spirit Douluo had arrived, also bringing quite a few underlings.

"Tiger King, this sword is not suitable for you!"

In front of Lingxu, a woman who looked quite young walked toward him, but while she was young, her appearance could only be described as average here in the Douluo Continent.

However, although her appearance was average, her figure added quite a few points for her.

With a proud figure, every move she made could attract the gazes of many people.

"Poison Scorpion, your poison is already difficult enough for people to deal with; you don't need to use a sword, and you even have a soul bone on you—who could dodge your poison needles?"

The tone of the Tiger King's speech seemed to show that he was still somewhat afraid of this woman.

Poison Scorpion shook her head and said: "This sword is a supplement for me. My current weapon is too poor; once someone gets close, it is extremely disadvantageous for me."

Lingxu glanced at this woman; her soul power was not as high as the Tiger King's, only level 80.

But in this Slaughter City, how could one obtain a Spirit Ring?

Therefore, after so many years, she was still a Soul Saint; she could never cross from level 80 to level 81.

But having a soul bone gave her the ability to survive.

In Slaughter City, soul skills could not be unleashed, but Spirit Bone Skills were not among them and could be used.

Lingxu smiled and said: "It seems you are all here for my sword. You all want it, so who should I give it to?"

Poison Scorpion was not skilled in seduction, but she still said to Lingxu in a friendly manner: "Little brother, this sword should of course be given to me, your big sister. After you give it to me, big sister will protect you and let you be big sister's man."

At first, Poison Scorpion had taken a fancy to Lingxu's sword, but upon walking closer, she discovered that the person seemed even better than the sword.

Lingxu said: "Still the same words: become my underling, and I might consider giving it to you; otherwise, forget it."

"You..."

Although Poison Scorpion was only level 80, she could still rank seventh and had already achieved thirty-three victories; how could she become someone else's underling?

Not to mention that he is just a lackey of someone who has just entered Slaughter City?

"Tiger King, let's join forces. This kid is not simple. After we kill him, give the sword to me, the Soul Guidance Device to you, and then give his body to me," said Scorpion.

Tiger King was a bit confused and said, "You want the corpse too? Could it be that he has a soul bone?"

Scorpion said, "It is very likely. Otherwise, at his age, why would he be so calm? He must have other means besides this sword."

"No, I cannot give the person to you."

Scorpion said, "Then let's kill him first, and then we will split the benefits fifty-fifty."

"That sounds good. Let's attack together."

While speaking, Tiger King protected his body with his martial soul, and then Scorpion also activated his martial soul.

Lingxu said helplessly, "You were originally supposed to be targets I would kill in Diyu Shaluchang. Since you are seeking death so quickly, I will grant your wish."

At this point, Lingxu still raised his long sword.

Because for him, dealing with these two people shouldn't dirty his hands; the sword is enough.

Without using a soul skill, Tiger King took out a giant axe from his Soul Guidance Device and hacked straight toward Lingxu.

Lingxu swung his sword out; the giant axe's material was average, with only one advantage: it was heavy.

Swish...

Boom—half of the giant axe fell to the ground.

Watching his beloved weapon split in two, Tiger King was angry, but also excited.

The long sword in Lingxu's hand was definitely a divine weapon.

But he seemed to have overlooked a problem: Lingxu had taken his attack head-on and sliced the giant axe in two, and he had even managed to do so without his martial soul appearing.

Scorpion seemed to have thought of this problem, so he did not step forward to attack.

Instead, he directly used his Spirit Bone Skill.

Seeing his scorpion tail swing, at least a dozen poisonous needles came toward Lingxu.

Seeing this, Lingxu flashed his figure and easily dodged them.

The next moment, Tiger King took out an iron hammer even heavier than the previous giant axe.

He leaped into the air and smashed down from above.

A boom rang out, and the ground shook.

Lingxu, who should have been in that spot, was already six or seven meters away.

Lingxu said calmly, "It seems that if I don't establish my authority today, there will be a lot of trouble in the future."

Then Lingxu unleashed the Maze Phantom Step, creating one figure after another; everyone was attracted by this magnificent footwork, but the next moment, Tiger King was decapitated.

While they were in shock, Lingxu's sword had already landed at Scorpion's neck.

Lingxu said calmly, "Not bad, on the first day of arriving at Slaughter City, I can obtain a soul bone."

"No, no, you are so close to me, aren't you afraid of the poisonous mist produced around my martial soul?"

"Don't... don't kill me. How about I follow you from now on?"

"It's too late. I already gave you a chance just now, but you didn't cherish it," Lingxu said.

Ah...

Accompanied by a scream, the seventh-ranked Scorpion and the ninth-ranked Tiger King both fell, and Lingxu also obtained a thirty-thousand-year soul bone.

Although he couldn't use it himself, who would complain about having too many soul bones?

Placed in Lingxue Sacred Land, there are plenty of people who need them; as long as one can perform meritorious service for the Sacred Land, they can be exchanged for with contribution points.