The woman in red veil felt startled—Dugu Feng's aura was overwhelmingly powerful.
When he spoke just now, his killing intent became almost tangible, as if he were about to unleash poison and slaughter at any moment.
She dared not say more—this matter required the King of Slaughter's intervention.
Dugu Feng followed behind the red-veiled woman, walking along the street in front of the Hell Slaughter Arena, turning right.
By doing this, alerting the King of Slaughter was inevitable.
But Dugu Feng understood even more clearly that the King of Slaughter had no intention of opening the Road to Hell or creating a new God of Slaughter.
If he continued his winning streak, he would eventually have to face the King of Slaughter anyway.
So why not take the initiative and kill Tang Cheng and Xiong Ba directly?
One was a Soul Saint, the other a Soul Douluo—if they truly met in the Slaughter Arena, he couldn't be one hundred percent certain of victory. Life was only given once, and Dugu Feng had no intention of dying.
The next step was to get past the King of Slaughter—then his journey in Slaughter City would be mostly complete!
A short while later, Dugu Feng entered a spacious room.
The room was dark red, and a man entirely wrapped in a massive crimson cloak stared at Dugu Feng with eyes that were completely blood-red.
The man's face was an unhealthy pallor, as if all the blood in his skin had gathered in his eyes.
"Poison Demon King, you've truly given me a surprise!"
The King of Slaughter's shrill voice seemed to pierce through the roof, making Dugu Feng's eardrums throb.
Dugu Feng slowly stepped forward, stopping a few meters away from the King of Slaughter.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the King of Slaughter. Slaughter City forbids nothing—there are no rules, and anything can be done.
My actions comply with the rules you've set!"
Dugu Feng spoke calmly.
Hmph!
The King of Slaughter snorted coldly, a foul stench emanating from him.
"But your actions have displeased me greatly. Now, I'll give you a chance—join Slaughter City, and I will appoint you as a guest elder, second only to myself!"
So it had come to this—the same offer Tang San and Hu Liena had received.
"Your Majesty the King of Slaughter, you must have already investigated my family. I am the young master of the Dugu Family, with immense influence across the continent.
It is impossible for me to remain in Slaughter City!"
Dugu Feng refused with a smile.
The King of Slaughter took a deep breath. "When you achieve one hundred victories, I can grant you the title of God of Slaughter, allowing you to come and go from Slaughter City freely. You may maintain ties with your family!"
Dugu Feng shook his head. "I did not come to Slaughter City just for a title.
I came to conquer the Road to Hell and obtain the Slaughter God Domain. If Your Majesty permits me to pass through the Road to Hell, then joining Slaughter City might not be out of the question!"
How could he not understand the King of Slaughter's meaning?
The title of God of Slaughter he offered was nothing more than an empty name, devoid of true power.
"It has been a long time since anyone dared to refuse me like this..."
The King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes narrowed.
"Your Majesty the King of Slaughter, do you know how the major powers of the continent view Slaughter City?" Dugu Feng suddenly asked.
"How do they view it?" The red-veiled woman beside him couldn't help but ask. The King of Slaughter's expression clearly showed killing intent, making her curious—how would Dugu Feng persuade the great King?
The King of Slaughter's face remained calm, but his curiosity was evidently piqued.
Dugu Feng smiled faintly and said, "All criminal Soul Masters on the continent hide here—it's a paradise for the wicked.
The major powers once discussed joining forces to dispatch their strongest experts to eradicate Slaughter City, this den of evil!
However, the two most powerful factions clashed, and the plan never came to fruition.
But now, under the leadership of that God of Slaughter, the Spirit Hall grows stronger by the day. It's only a matter of time before they strike Slaughter City!"
The woman in red gauze sneered dismissively, "That's merely your speculation. Besides, all Soul Masters who come to Slaughter City are unable to use their Soul Skills. Even if the Spirit Hall is powerful, they only have one God of Slaughter. How could they possibly be a match for Slaughter City?"
The King of Slaughter remained silent, waiting for Dugu Feng's rebuttal.
"Who said there's only one? Do you know why Tang Cheng appeared in Slaughter City?
Before his death, that Soul Master from the Xiahou family revealed to me that he came here to find Tang Chen—the grandfather of the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect.
Tang Chen is a Limit Douluo at the ninety-ninth rank, who vanished in pursuit of godhood.
But the places on the continent capable of granting godhood are few and far between. Slaughter City, with its unique nature, has become their primary suspect!"
Dugu Feng continued spinning his tale.
At the same time, he calmly observed the King of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter's crimson eyes flickered back and forth, betraying the turmoil in his heart.
Dugu Feng smirked inwardly. What the King of Slaughter feared most was provoking the wrath of two Gods of Slaughter—especially since he had taken over Tang Chen's body.
And one of those Gods of Slaughter harbored a deep-seated grudge against him.
The King of Slaughter stared intently at Dugu Feng, suspecting whether the latter knew about his possession of Tang Chen's body.
But Dugu Feng's expression remained composed as he spoke, revealing no cracks in his facade.
"My father once told me that both the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall are searching for a certain Immortal Herb.
They even sought out my Dugu Family.
Your Majesty, please take a look."
With a flick of his hand, Dugu Feng sent a yellow slip of paper fluttering toward the King of Slaughter.
On it was depicted a snow-white Immortal Herb, its slender, curved leaves resembling the neck of a swan.
The King of Slaughter frowned at the unfamiliar plant. "What is this?"
"This herb is called the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss. It is an Immortal Herb that the two Gods of Slaughter believe can destroy Slaughter City. Its sole function is amplification.
My ancestors once obtained this herb. When refining poison, adding just one leaf increased its toxicity ten thousandfold.
The air here is saturated with toxins. If this herb were introduced into Slaughter City, the poison would amplify instantly. Even you, Your Majesty, would likely be unable to withstand it!
At that point, all the criminals would perish. And given your pale, bloodless complexion, I assume you frequently consume Bloody Mary.
You, too, would suffer the effects of the amplified toxins—ten thousand times stronger—and lose your life!"
Dugu Feng spoke each word deliberately.
The moment his voice faded, two streaks of bloody light erupted from the King of Slaughter's eyes, stopping just before Dugu Feng's face.
"Are you threatening me?" The King of Slaughter could hardly miss the implication.
Did the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss truly exist?
Dugu Feng chuckled. "With my mere cultivation as a Great Soul Master, could I really incite the mental toxins within every Soul Master here?"
Does the King of Slaughter believe I am threatening you? I am merely stating a fact.
But rest assured, since the Spirit Hall and Clear Sky Sect came knocking, our Dugu Family has not offered the Bloody Swan's Kiss, precisely because we have no intention of making an enemy of the King of Slaughter!
As Poison Spirit Masters, our Dugu Family has a poor reputation on the continent and faces discrimination from other factions.
With you, Senior, we share common interests for cooperation!"
The King of Slaughter did not immediately attack him.
This meant his mention of Tang Chen and the two Gods of Slaughter had struck a chord.
Dugu Feng felt reassured.
This was the advantage of information—he knew everything about the King of Slaughter.
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