Dugu Feng's strength hadn't yet reached an overwhelming level.
Had he come to this place as a Soul King or Soul Emperor, he wouldn't have needed to be so cautious.
As he pondered, he sensed the toxins within his Soul Power and felt a surge of joy.
The Azure Phosphorus Scarlet Venom had been successfully activated.
This was his trump card - the Azure Phosphorus Scarlet Venom specifically targeted spiritual power and could stimulate mental toxins within an enemy's body.
When projected through his Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers, its power was tremendous.
Coming to Slaughter City, this cultivation paradise, ahead of schedule had been the right choice. Now all that remained was to achieve one hundred victories and traverse the Road to Hell.
Time passed, and half a year went by. The landscape of Slaughter City had completely transformed.
A newcomer had arrived in Slaughter City and didn't participate in a single match for the first nine months. But from the ninth month onward, he hardly missed any match.
By the time everyone knew of him, he had already achieved forty consecutive victories.
At this point, all Soul Masters were studying his strength and skills, hoping to survive if they ever faced him.
Every match Dugu Feng participated in was packed to capacity with spectators.
After careful study, they realized just how extraordinary this newcomer Soul Master was.
While others couldn't use Soul Skills, he could actually employ Self-Created Soul Skills.
Wasn't this fucking cheating?
All Soul Masters cursed this unfair advantage!
Beyond his Self-Created Soul Skills, his most formidable weapon was poison - insidious, unpredictable poison.
Once they stepped into the Slaughter Arena, they wouldn't even know when they'd been poisoned or how the toxins had been administered.
This newcomer was truly terrifying!
Under these circumstances, Dugu Feng continued his unstoppable advance.
He could no longer conceal any of his abilities, as his opponents grew increasingly stronger.
His finger technique, the Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers, was completely exposed!
Those terrifying Blue Phosphorous Twelve Fingers became everyone's nightmare. While others couldn't use Soul Skills, these fingers could attack from range with ethereal, unpredictable movements.
It was practically dimensional suppression.
By the half-year mark, he had achieved sixty victories.
He also earned a title: "The Poison Demon King!"
"The Poison Demon King who kills without blinking!"
Dugu Feng had become one of the few top-tier powerhouses in the Slaughter Arena, standing at the pinnacle of Slaughter City.
Only two individuals had more consecutive victories than him: Xiong Ba with the Spirit of Sky-Rending Demon Bear, and Tang Cheng from the Clear Sky Sect.
Xiong Ba had seventy-eight victories, while Tang Cheng had eighty-four.
Dugu Feng had a premonition that the King of Slaughter would soon make his move.
The rules of Hell Slaughter Arena stated that fallen ones with over fifty victories wouldn't meet in the same match.
But for someone like him without a Slayer God backing him, these rules might as well not exist.
In a dimly lit crimson chamber, where the walls and floor were all painted in oppressive dark red...
On a massive chair at the room's focal point sat an imposing figure.
His eyes flickered with scenes from the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Finally, his gaze settled on Dugu Feng, Xiong Ba, and Tang Cheng.
The only one who could command Slaughter City so completely was naturally the King of Slaughter.
"Great King, we've investigated the Poison Demon King's origins. He comes from the Dugu Family, the power behind the Great Soul Arena. This family is most skilled in poison arts."
Dugu Feng's consecutive victories in the matches stem from his use of poison!"
A seductive female voice echoed in the darkness.
"Arrange for him to face Tang Cheng in his next match. If he dies, so be it. If he wins, bring him to me!"
The King of Slaughter's icy voice held not a trace of emotion.
The hidden woman fell silent for a long moment before responding, "Tang Cheng is one of the most powerful Soul Masters in Slaughter City's history. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died at the Poison Demon King's hands? With his strength, if he joined Slaughter City, we'd gain another Titled Douluo!"
"You don't favor Tang Cheng?" The King of Slaughter sounded surprised.
The concealed woman stepped closer to the King of Slaughter, her figure and delicate features visible beneath a dark red veil, exuding an alluring charm.
As she massaged the King of Slaughter's shoulders, her eyes showed confusion. "Tang Cheng is strong, but his strength follows predictable patterns—it all relies on the formidable hammer techniques of his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul. I've watched the Poison Demon King's matches too. His Soul Power level is low, yet his victories are... unnatural. He gives off an air of mystery—yes, mystery. It's as if no enemy can defeat him. Compared to Tang Cheng, I actually have more confidence in him!"
The King of Slaughter's lips curled coldly. "Tang Cheng must die. We cannot allow another such Asura to emerge. As for the Poison Demon King, he is indeed a genius. You know well how valuable poison is to Slaughter City. If he won't serve me, death is his only path."
This beauty didn't understand the Poison Demon King's methods, but as the King of Slaughter, he had observed everything clearly. The Poison Demon King could actually trigger the mental toxins within Soul Masters' bodies—toxins that had accumulated over countless years in Slaughter City's core blood pool, the key to controlling these Soul Masters. And Dugu Feng could manipulate them? Could he eventually control these mental toxins himself?
Tang Cheng and Xiong Ba were merely powerful warriors, but Dugu Feng's abilities posed a potential threat to Slaughter City itself. The King of Slaughter had already decided—if the Poison Demon King refused to join Slaughter City, he would personally eliminate him. His eyes turned ruthless.
Not far from the Hell Slaughter Arena, in Mo Li's quarters, Dugu Feng sat upon a chair inlaid with blue-purple crystals. Below him stood over a dozen Soul Masters of varying backgrounds, Mo Li among them.
"How goes the task I set you?" Dugu Feng tapped the armrest.
"Lord Poison Demon King, we've gathered all the Bloody Mary needed to recruit a thousand men to serve you," Mo Li replied respectfully.
With sixty consecutive victories under his belt and his deadly poison, Dugu Feng's power left Mo Li no room for defiance. The Poison Demon King could end his life at any moment.
"What about the outer city?" Dugu Feng frowned.
"The outer city's Soul Masters aren't strong, but they're numerous. However, recruiting there would cause too much commotion..." Mo Li hesitated.
Dugu Feng's face darkened. With a flick of his right hand, a streak of Azure Phosphorus Finger Intent struck Mo Li's chest, sending blood spraying.
"Have you stayed in Slaughter City so long you've forgotten how to think? With all your factions constantly clashing, what's unusual about recruiting people for revenge?" Dugu Feng said coldly.
Mo Li's chest was bleeding as he said humbly, "Yes, Poison Demon King!"
The other leaders below simultaneously lowered their heads.
Each of them commanded their own faction with dozens, even hundreds of followers.
Yet before Dugu Feng, they could only cower like mice before a cat.
Dugu Feng rose and departed without another word.
(End of Chapter)