"Kid, you're still young yet you've come to Slaughter City like the others. Being favored by our boss is an honor for you—at least your trip here won't be in vain!"
Scarface Man suddenly leaped forward like a starving wolf pouncing on prey, flanking Dugu Feng alongside Thin-cheeked Man on either side.
Though their words belittled Dugu Feng, their actions were cautious. This was Slaughter City, after all—countless had died from carelessness here.
The two were clearly seasoned veterans.
Vigilance and going all-out were instinctive reactions in every battle.
"They came right on schedule, as expected."
Dugu Feng flicked his sleeves and stood up. The moment his twelve-hour newcomer protection period ended, enemies had arrived.
The corners of his lips curled into a cold smile.
In this cramped room, he had prepared thoroughly.
Just as Scarface Man and Thin-cheeked Man lunged at him, a pungent, acrid stench filled the air.
Dugu Feng sneered, "Wait. I'll ask, you answer. Don't struggle—understand?"
Scarface Man, seeing Dugu Feng's composure, sensed something amiss and tried to retreat, only to find his body unresponsive.
"What... what is this?"
His eyes widened in terror.
Thin-cheeked Man also realized the dire situation and attempted to flee, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.
Dugu Feng took a slow step forward, his voice icy. "This is a deathly poison specially prepared for you. The moment you entered this room, your fate was sealed."
Their faces instantly paled. Never had they imagined this seemingly inexperienced youth would be so ruthless, laying such a trap in advance.
Thud! Thud!
Both collapsed to the ground.
Purple veins bulged across their bodies, their faces twisted in agony.
Yet they couldn't move a muscle.
Dugu Feng had reduced the poison's lethality but maximized its paralyzing effects, rendering the two completely helpless.
Without a trace of pity in his eyes, Dugu Feng coldly watched their suffering and said:
"Who sent you?"
Scarface Man's breathing grew ragged as he roared with all his strength, "Kid, antidote us now! If we die, you won't live to see tomorrow!"
"In Slaughter City, mercy is cruelty to oneself. Since you've been poisoned, your end is death—the only difference is whether it's quick or slow!
Cooperate, and I'll grant you a swift end.
Refuse, and every sin shall be tested upon you!"
With that, Dugu Feng flicked his right hand across his belt, producing a large bucket.
He placed it before the two.
Then came ropes.
Effortlessly, he hoisted them up and bound them to the bucket's edge, submerging only their arms inside.
A short sword flashed in his hand, slicing open the veins on their arms.
Terror filled Scarface Man and Thin-cheeked Man's eyes. This was no novice—this was a demon.
"Bloody Mary is the most precious treasure in Slaughter City!
I won't waste a single drop."
Do you know what these are? This is ginseng, this is Blood Growth Herb, and this is the precious Thousand-Year Fleeceflower Root—all excellent for replenishing essence and blood. Once you've lost half your blood, we'll feed you these herbs.
Then we'll use Soul Power to help you digest them.
This cycle will repeat at least five times, until all your bone marrow is transformed into fresh blood!"
Dugu Feng took out several more medicinal herbs.
Soul Power surged in his hands as he gradually broke down the herbs.
He went about his actions methodically, but each movement felt like a death sentence.
Scarface Man and his companion grew increasingly terrified.
The blood in the bucket had already covered the entire bottom, transitioning from a steady trickle to slow, dripping drops.
Any normal person would have fainted from such blood loss long ago.
But the toxins kept them awake, denying them even the relief of unconsciousness.
After another moment, the two finally reached their limit.
Dugu Feng noticed it too—this was their breaking point.
"Now, will you answer my questions?" Dugu Feng smiled.
The two nodded frantically, eager to comply.
"Names!"
"Lang Er (Wolf Two)!" "Hou San (Monkey Three)!"
"Who's behind you?"
Scarface Man hesitated for just a second before blurting out, "Our boss is Mo Li. His Martial Soul is the Devil Tiger, and he commands over a hundred followers. The boss has a particular liking for young boys and girls..."
He was truly terrified now, words pouring out as he revealed everything about their faction.
Dugu Feng nodded thoughtfully. This matched his expectations—the inner city had many factions.
Winning just one match granted the right to live in the inner city for a year.
Those who won more matches would face stronger opponents. Unless they were here to train, most strong fighters preferred to compete only once a year and spend the rest of their time indulging in the pleasures of Slaughter City.
The black-veiled maiden who had guided him had said it plainly: in the inner city, as long as you were strong, there was no pleasure beyond your reach.
Not everyone was here for the Slaughter God Domain like him.
In fact, ninety-nine percent of the people here probably didn't even know such a thing existed.
"How many people are in Slaughter City? Tell me about the strong ones on the Slaughter Road and the other factions!"
"The inner city has about thirty thousand people, the outer city is uncountable..."
Hou San answered without hesitation, clearly very familiar with Slaughter City.
"The strongest in the inner city is a Soul Douluo named Xiong Ba. His Martial Soul is the Sky-Rending Demon Bear."
"There's also a Soul Saint named Tang Cheng, whose Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer."
Dugu Feng listened carefully, his mind reeling.
A member of the Clear Sky Sect was here? Hadn't the Clear Sky Sect completely withdrawn from the world?
"Tang Cheng entered Slaughter City about eight years ago. He's won eighty-three matches so far. Even though he can't use Soul Skills, he's created his own techniques for his Weapon Soul—extremely brutal and powerful. Even Soul Douluos avoid facing him despite him being just a Soul Saint."
Eight years ago—that was around the time the Clear Sky Sect had gone into seclusion!
It seemed much more had happened back then than just the Spirit Hall's pressure forcing the Clear Sky Sect's retreat.
The scale of the conflict and the forces involved must have been far greater.
But Tang Cheng had clearly never left Slaughter City—either he died in battle or was killed by the King of Slaughter.
Dugu Feng suspected the latter was more likely.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Lang Er and Hou San were dead.
Dugu Feng collected the blood of the two individuals into his Storage Soul Tool and resumed his cultivation.
He continued cultivating in his room for an entire week.
During this period, a total of eighteen people came to kill him.
The outcome went without saying.
All of them became Bloody Mary in his Storage Soul Tool.
Starting from the eighth day, no one came anymore.
He had already gained the recognition of these wicked individuals, making them regard Dugu Feng as one of their own
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