Chen Feng showed no hint of panic—he had been ready for this moment all along.
Though soul skills were nullified, his spirit power was not.
Holding the Seven Kill Sword in his left hand, Chen Feng infused it with soul power. With the strength granted by his left arm's soul bone, he slashed forward.
The warhorse let out a tragic wail as its limbs flew apart.
The quality of the Seven Kill Sword revealed itself in full—no armor could resist its edge. Before its sharp gleam, all defenses crumbled like tofu under a knife.
In an instant, all 108 armored soldiers were cut down, bodies strewn across the ground in a bloody mess.
Step by step, Chen Feng moved forward, raising his head to gaze at the purple moon hanging ominously in the sky.
"Slaughter City… here I come."
A black token floated silently through the air, landing in Chen Feng's hand. Engraved on it was a grinning skull—his proof of entry.
From this moment on, he was no longer "Chen Feng."
Here, he had only one identity:
Number 9527.
Gripping the token tightly, Chen Feng strode toward the city gates.
Crimson blood stained the dark ground, and massive, obsidian gates towered above him, exuding an oppressive atmosphere.
Above the gates were four bold characters: Slaughter City.
On either side, black-armored guards stood still and silent like statues.
A woman draped in black gauze stepped forward from within the gates to greet him.
"Number 9527, I will serve as your guide.
Your newcomer protection lasts twelve hours.
After that, your safety is no longer guaranteed."
Her face was hidden beneath the black veil, but her graceful figure hinted at beauty beneath the shroud.
Chen Feng glanced at her and asked plainly:
"What happens when the protection ends?"
"There are no rules in Slaughter City," she answered coolly.
"No one can say what might happen—anything is possible.
And I do mean anything."
As they walked slowly through the streets, scenes of depravity played out openly on either side.
Two burly men rode women like beasts, their grunts and thrusts cheered on by a leering crowd.
In the shadows, a curved blade flashed. A head was sliced clean off and stuffed casually into a sack.
At a nearby blood vendor, an emaciated old man sighed as he drained blood from his arm into two Bloody Mary glasses—his only way to earn survival.
Without that, he'd be kicked out to die beyond the city walls.
Chen Feng nodded, expression cold.
"This is a wasteland of decay," he muttered.
The veiled woman continued:
"Slaughter City has existed for over a thousand years.
Legend says this place was born from a domain left behind by a soul master who broke through Rank 100.
Here, all soul skills are rendered useless.
Only raw power and the most basic forms of martial spirits remain usable.
However, you may still use your soul power freely."
Chen Feng looked at her.
"Then how does one obtain the Killing God Domain?"
The woman chuckled dryly beneath her veil, the sound laced with sarcasm.
"There's only one way, and almost no one has ever succeeded."
Chen Feng's voice remained impassive.
"Just tell me. Whether I succeed or not… isn't your concern."
She responded:
"To obtain the Killing God Domain, one must enter the Hell Arena.
Only by becoming its champion can you earn the right to challenge the Hell Road.
And only by surviving the Hell Road can you leave Slaughter City… and be granted the Killing God Domain."
"Number 9527, let me remind you—
Slaughter City has existed for a millennium.
And in all that time, only eight people have ever earned the Killing God Domain."
Eight… in a thousand years.
A terrifying ratio.
But Chen Feng wasn't discouraged.
To him, eight was already impressive.
After all, anyone who obtained the Killing God Domain had essentially taken the first step toward inheriting the power of the Asura God.
"What happens if I fail?" he asked.
"There's no such thing as failure in Slaughter City," she replied coldly.
"Only death. That's the only outcome."
Chen Feng sighed inwardly.
Everywhere in this city was tied to life and death.
It lived up to its name.
The woman continued:
"Food and drink are free here.
But if you want anything else—tools, clothes, weapons—you'll need to pay with blood or heads.
Corpses are the most valuable currency here."
Chen Feng nodded.
"Even surviving here means killing.
All rules serve the same purpose—slaughter."
He looked at her and said calmly:
"Take me to the Hell Arena."
The veiled woman hesitated.
"Are you certain?
Every match there ends with only one person left alive."
Chen Feng's voice was as firm as ever.
"I'm sure. Take me there. Now."
"Very well," she said.
Her tone was frosty, as though she could already see his demise.
In a dark corner, a scarred brute licked the blood off his blade as Chen Feng passed.
"Mmm… fresh meat," the man chuckled.
Chen Feng glanced at him without speaking.
As he passed, his hand twitched slightly.
The brute froze.
Three seconds later, a thin red line appeared across his chest.
Then, with a dull thud, his upper torso slid off, the cut clean as a mirror.
Led by the veiled woman, Chen Feng arrived at a massive black structure.
It was like a coliseum of death, dwarfing the underground arenas of places like Pissno City.
It rivaled even the grand arena of Heaven Dou City.
"Tell me the rules," Chen Feng asked.
"There are none," she replied.
"Do anything you must to survive.
Each match pits ten combatants against each other—
Only one survives."
Chen Feng pressed again.
"How many wins do I need to become champion?"
The veiled woman smirked.
She had seen countless arrogant newcomers before.
Most learned humility by the second match…
Or ended up as bloody chunks on the floor.
Still, she answered:
"Win one hundred matches.
Survive them all.
That's the only way to become a champion."
"Register me. Now."
She frowned slightly but said nothing, taking his black token and walking off.
Chen Feng stood quietly, arms at his side.
He had no interest in this city's corrupt lifestyle.
He had only one goal—to obtain the Killing God Domain.
This was also the third trial set by the Asura God.
From the very first day of his arrival, Chen Feng's slaughter trial began.
He held back nothing.
In his first match, the nine other combatants were slain within seconds.
The entire match took less than one minute.
And Chen Feng understood clearly—
It was dangerous to waste too much energy in the arena.
The real risk… was after the match, when returning to your quarters in a weakened state.
That's when the scavengers came out.