By the blood pool in the underground space.
The smell of blood in the air was so thick it was almost palpable, as if it could solidify one's breath.
The surface of the blood pool shimmered with a strange dark red luster. Scorching heat hit the face, making people mistakenly believe that it was not blood, but boiling magma.
A faint layer of golden light overflowed from Lu Feng's body surface, isolating the killing intent and evil thoughts from the outside world.
The moment he stepped into this place, he finally understood the operating principle of the Capital of Slaughter.
If the believers of the Angel God pursued peace and light, then the faith required for the Asura God's position was the killing intent and malice that made people sink and fall.
And the Rakshasa God also needed this kind of extreme negative energy.
Therefore, inheritances of two deities existed here simultaneously.
In the past half year, Lu Feng would go into the city every few days to harvest a wave of fragments, focusing the rest of his time on finding the entrance to the Divine Position inheritances.
Although he had already reached the bottleneck of level 70, he was not in a hurry.
Just as a certain Grandmaster said, one could still continue to cultivate after reaching a soul power bottleneck. The excess energy would be stored in the body and released together when absorbing the next soul ring.
At this moment, Lu Feng's gaze locked on the depths of the blood pool.
He was almost certain that the inheritance places of Asura and Rakshasa were at the bottom of that blood pool.
However, how to enter became a difficult problem.
"Jump directly in?"
This thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately extinguished it.
Although his "Holy Light" could barely withstand the external killing intent, if he jumped directly into the blood pool, he would probably be eroded by evil thoughts instantly, becoming a living dead person like Tang Chen.
"Let's solve Tang San's matter first."
Lu Feng withdrew his thoughts and muttered to himself, "If this drags on, he might just kill his way out on his own."
In just half a year, Tang San had achieved another twenty victories.
The King of Slaughter had long harbored killing intent towards him, but due to the special rules of the Capital of Slaughter, the Slaughter Envoys could not directly attack the populace.
Therefore, the King of Slaughter could only manipulate the matches in secret, constantly arranging stronger opponents for Tang San.
However, even Soul Douluo-level powerhouses failed to stop Tang San's winning streak.
Now, his victories had reached sixty-two.
It seemed another Deathgod was about to be born.
After Lu Feng became the Sword-Holding Envoy, the King of Slaughter had urged him several times to kill Tang San.
However, Lu Feng always had various excuses to evade it.
He had two purposes for coming to the Capital of Slaughter: first, to pick up Martial Soul fragments; second, to find a Divine Position and fleece a God Bestowed Soul Ring.
As for the [Asura Sword], it was an unexpected surprise.
And now, Lu Feng had achieved his small goals. He didn't want to stay in this ghostly place anymore.
"Time to go back."
Lu Feng turned to leave the blood pool, muttering to himself, "My sworn brother should be getting anxious."
Inside the dark room.
Candlelight cast flickering shadows on the blood-colored walls.
Lu Feng pushed open the door and saw Tang San sitting cross-legged in the corner, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the scar on his wrist.
"Lu Feng, you came!"
Tang San looked up, a rare smile appearing on his face.
A trace of expectation flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by coldness. "I don't want to stay in this ghostly place for even a day."
Lu Feng nodded. "Mhm. I've bribed the guards. Come with me."
Tang San stood up. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and asked doubtfully, "Lu Feng, if I leave, what about you? Will you really not be punished?"
Lu Feng glanced at him. "So much nonsense. Keep up."
Tang San looked at Lu Feng's back and instantly clenched his fists.
At the same time, his hatred for the Capital of Slaughter reached its peak.
Here, he not only lost his innocence but now was about to lose his sworn brother!
"This dirty place, I will destroy it sooner or later!"
At the city gate.
The guard bowed respectfully to Lu Feng, ignoring Tang San beside him.
The Sword-Holding Envoy was the second-in-command of the Capital of Slaughter, in charge of all punishments in the city.
The figures of the two went far, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
Cold, oppressive—this was Tang San's most direct feeling.
The cold aura constantly blew against Tang San's body, but he still followed Lu Feng closely, striding forward.
The space here was very special. Tang San felt his spiritual power compressed into a very small range, unable to spread out.
"Alright, this is the place," Lu Feng said indifferently.
Tang San nodded. "Mhm, what do I need to do?"
Lu Feng didn't speak. Soul power surged around him, and the [Knuckle Duster Martial Soul] covered his hands.
Two yellow, two purple, two black—six soul rings slowly rose.
"Soul Emperor!"
Tang San exclaimed.
If he remembered correctly, Lu Feng was only two months older than him.
Immediately, Tang San's eyes flashed, and a refusal to admit defeat rose in his heart.
Trapped in this ghostly place for two years, his soul power cultivation had been greatly troubled.
His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was devoured, leaving only the Clear Sky Hammer to use.
But Tang San had felt his physical condition. After replenishing the soul rings for the Clear Sky Hammer, his soul power would surely exceed level fifty; reaching the Soul Emperor level wasn't impossible either.
Lu Feng's sixth soul ring flashed. Instantly, the two were pulled into a gray space.
The Dark Devilgod Tiger's soul ring was extremely special. Lu Feng had tried; the sixth soul skill of all his Martial Souls was this 'Reincarnation Despair Realm'.
Seeing Tang San's curious look, Lu Feng explained, "This is my sixth soul skill, an independent space, independent of the continent."
"I will use special means to release this soul skill again. This way, our exit will be outside the Capital of Slaughter."
Hearing this, Tang San's eyes lit up instantly. "What a magical soul skill."
Lu Feng nodded. Immediately, a pale blue light screen rose from his feet. Tang San instantly felt the surrounding space becoming distorted.
When the spatial fluctuation disappeared, Tang San found himself appearing on a grassland.
Feeling the fresh breath in the air, Tang San couldn't help but let his tears flow.
He finally got out!
Looking at Tang San kneeling and crying bitterly, Lu Feng couldn't help sighing.
This poor child.
Lu Feng patted his shoulder. "Tang San, hurry up and escape. I have to go back."
Hearing this, Tang San looked at Lu Feng tightly. "Lu Feng, don't go back. Come with me. Could it be you really like that dirty place?"
Lu Feng shook his head. "No, the King of Slaughter's ability is far beyond your imagination. I can only hold him off temporarily. You'd better go quickly."
With that, the pale blue light screen rose under Lu Feng's feet, and he disappeared directly into the air.
Seeing this, Tang San instantly fell to his knees.
His fists were clenched deadly tight, pounding the ground forcefully. "Lu Feng, wait for me. I will definitely save you!"
Capital of Slaughter.
Lu Feng looked at the blood-colored figure standing at the city gate, and an ominous premonition instantly rose in his heart.
"You betrayed me!" the King of Slaughter said sternly.
Lu Feng smiled and said, "Respected King of Slaughter, how could I betray you? Iron Hammer Asura, hasn't he been sent away by me forever?"
"Hmph." The King of Slaughter snorted coldly.
With a whoosh, the Asura Demon Sword appeared in his hand. "Betrayer, unforgivable."
Lu Feng's eyes sharpened. Feeling the overwhelming momentum, his heart instantly sank to the bottom.
Luo Wu Pao possessed him, and brilliant golden light surged from his body, isolating the killing intent. At the same time, a golden-red sharp sword appeared in his hand.
"Why do you also have an Asura Demon Sword!" the King of Slaughter exclaimed.
The corner of Lu Feng's mouth turned up slightly. "Not so. This is the Asura Divine Sword!"