"Hahaha, ignorant and fearless!"
After hearing Qin Xiao's words, the Black Armored Knight laughed instead of getting angry, mocking Qin Xiao's ignorance.
"You probably don't know how many arrogant fools like you have been trampled into mincemeat by my warhorse!"
As he spoke, he pointed his long spear at Qin Xiao, "Kill!"
...
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The warhorse suddenly accelerated, charging towards Qin Xiao.
One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters...
In the blink of an eye, the Black Armored Knight and his warhorse had reached Qin Xiao, the sharp spear, gleaming with a cold light, fiercely stabbed towards Qin Xiao's throat.
With such sharpness, let alone flesh and blood, even thick steel plates could be pierced through.
Even, Qin Xiao could already see the bloodthirsty gleam in the Black Armored Knight's eyes.
Swish!
At the next moment, the spear pierced Qin Xiao's throat as desired.
But to the Black Armored Knight's shock, there was no resistance at all, like stabbing at the air.
That's right.
It was air!
"Damn, it's an afterimage."
The bloodthirsty look in his eyes completely faded, giving way to a look of shock.
But it was all too late.
A figure descended from the sky, bearing down on him with the weight of Mount Tai, pressing down ferociously.
He hurriedly tried to defend.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion echoed through the cave.
Under the gaze of over a hundred onlookers, the Black Armored Knight and his warhorse beneath him were crushed into a mush of flesh.
Silence, a death-like silence.
It wasn't until Qin Xiao casually picked up three tokens on the battlefield that the many Black Armored Knights regained their senses.
Hiss...
They couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Instant kill!
A thorough and decisive instant kill!
Their leader, the Terror Knight, had just fallen at the hands of this young boy, unable to withstand a single move?
How terrifying was that?
The Black Armored Knights were stunned.
"Your Highness's strength is still formidable even here!"
Meng Yiran's eyes also showed a complex look.
The strength of Qin Xiao could only make her look up in admiration.
"Do any of you still wish to stand in my way?"
Qin Xiao's gaze swept lightly over the crowd.
It was hard to imagine, but these Black Armored Knights, notorious for their killing, couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet when facing Qin Xiao.
Instinctively, they made way, clearing a path for Qin Xiao and the two ladies.
"Let's go."
Qin Xiao simply said and strode forward.
Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran flanked Qin Xiao, one on each side.
...
After quite some time.
Qin Xiao, along with Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran, once again halted their steps.
In front of them stood a pitch-black city gate, atop which were written four bloody characters:
Slaughter City!
"Once you enter here, aside from yourselves, you'll have no one else to trust, including me!"
In the moment of the ladies' astonishment, Qin Xiao reminded them one last time.
"Your Highness, we will bear your words in mind."
Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran exchanged a glance and nodded firmly.
Rumble...
At that moment, the pitch-black gate was pushed open, emitting a series of loud noises.
Next, two rows of Black Armored Knights stood in formation, and then a woman with a veiled face emerged from within.
"Welcome to Slaughter City."
The woman's voice was pleasant, and she looked curiously at Qin Xiao, Zhu Zhuqing, and Meng Yiran, showing a hint of intrigue.
Slaughter City had its unique ways of transmitting messages; she had already learned of the Terror Knight's death at the hand of Qin Xiao.
You should know, within Slaughter City, the Terror Knight was already quite powerful, and not even a Soul Douluo-level expert could necessarily be his match here.
Yet this young boy, with a single blow, had beaten him to a pulp?
What kind of strength did this young boy possess?
"Do you also intend to stop me?"
Qin Xiao suddenly frowned and asked indifferently.
The veiled woman felt a chill run down her spine as if she had fallen into an ice pit, and hurriedly lowered her head, "No, I dare not."
"Please enter."
As she spoke, she quickly made way, bowing her body and gesturing for Qin Xiao to proceed with a welcoming gesture.
Just then, Qin Xiao's voice rang out again, "Take us directly to the Hell Slaughter Ground!"
"What!"
At the sound, the veiled woman's pupils shrank sharply; it wasn't hard to imagine the shock on her face behind the veil.
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No, no, of course not," the veiled woman quickly shook her head, then continued, "Are you aware of the Hell Slaughter Ground? The chance of survival for those who enter it is less than ten percent, you..."
She thought Qin Xiao and his companions were ignorant newcomers who, upon hearing about the Hell Slaughter Ground, wished to try their luck without understanding the dangers.
Regardless of Qin Xiao having killed the Terror Knight, there were many in the Hell Slaughter Ground far more powerful than the Terror Knight.
However, before the veiled woman could finish her sentence, Qin Xiao interrupted her, "That's precisely why we must go."
Alas.
Well, if these people want to die, I won't stop them.
What a pity, such a handsome young man with fine features, in a place like Slaughter City, would be considered a prime commodity...
With a silent sigh, the veiled woman no longer persisted, "Follow me."
After speaking, she swayed her slender waist and walked seductively towards the city center.
...
Elsewhere.
In a room in Slaughter City, dominated by dark red hues,
a woman clad in a blood-red dress and wearing a black veil knelt in front of a huge throne.
"What has happened to disturb my slumber?"
Suddenly, a cold and hoarse voice echoed in the room.
Immediately thereafter, a gust of wind danced around as a figure took a seat on the throne.
The vast majority of his face was obscured by a bat mask, leaving only the remaining skin, pale and bloodless.
A blood-red, stand-up collar cloak enveloped his body.
He was the supreme ruler of Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter!
As soon as the figure appeared, the woman in red immediately lowered her head and said with utmost respect, "Great King, I did not intend to disturb your slumber, but there is a matter that requires your decision."
"What matter?"
The hoarse voice of the King of Slaughter rose again.
"The Terror Knight has died, killed by someone who just entered Slaughter City!"
"Just for that?"
The King of Slaughter's voice carried a hint of annoyance, "Although his strength was not weak, it was not particularly strong either. On the continent of Soul Land, any Battle Soul Master with a powerful Martial Soul who has reached the Soul Douluo Level could easily kill him. In Slaughter City, anyone can die, and it's not as if they can't be replaced."
"Great King, please calm your anger!"
The woman in red was no ordinary person. With an exceptional ability to read people, she knew the King of Slaughter was blaming her. "The one who killed the Terror Knight is but a youth."
"Hmm?"
"What did you say? A youth?"
A flash of surprise appeared in the eyes of the King of Slaughter.
"Yes, he looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old."
After hearing the woman in red, the King of Slaughter laughed, "A seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth with such strength? Haha, interesting, truly interesting. It's been a long time since Slaughter City has seen such a talented individual."
"Great King, should we take special interest in such a promising seedling?"
The woman in red probed tentatively.
"There's no need. Geniuses may be rare, but they do exist. Yet, very few truly grow to prominence. It's uncertain if they'll be but a flash in the pan." The King of Slaughter shook his head, "Let him develop naturally. As long as he follows the rules, leave him be. If he stands out in Slaughter City, it won't be too late for us to make contact then."
After speaking, the King of Slaughter waved his hand, "Go. I shall enter the Blood River to sleep once more. Do not awaken me unless it is a matter of life and death, or if he achieves a hundred victories."
As his voice faded, the figure of the King of Slaughter slowly vanished from atop the throne.
...
Elsewhere.
Qin Xiao, Zhu Zhuqing, and Meng Yiran, under the guidance of the veiled woman, stepped into the inner city.
"This place... "
The moment they entered the inner city, both Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing stiffened, instantly feeling an atmosphere starkly different from the outer city.
If the outer city was a world of dead silence and indifference,
then the inner city gave off just two words, madness!
Even with their mental preparation, they couldn't help but be shocked.
The strong were laughing, the weak crying.
Some were publicly venting their lascivious desires.
Others were dismembering arms on the streets, stuffing them into their mouths with blood streaming down, and chewing voraciously.
"Are you scared?" Qin Xiao asked indifferently, but without waiting for a reply, he continued, "If you feel scared, just think of the hatred in your heart, think that if you can't become strong, your fate will be worse than these people, and maybe you won't be so afraid."
His words proved extremely effective.
The hesitation and doubt in Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing's eyes retreated entirely, replaced by a determined glint.
Indeed, hatred is the power that drives people forward... Qin Xiao saw this and muttered to himself before saying, "Since you're prepared, then it's time to step onto the arena.
My requirement for you is to complete at least three slaughters a day, each, and remember not to sign up for the same match."
Qin Xiao remembered that the rules of the Hell Slaughter Ground allowed for staggered matches to avoid a situation of mutual destruction.
At the same time, Qin Xiao's demands were strict. He planned to have them finish a hundred battles within a month, ascending Hell Road.
After all, he still had to visit Sea God's Island next, a place even more important than Slaughter City.
And while this task might seem nigh impossible for others, it was not impossible for Qin Xiao.
Let's not forget, his Thunderous Force could stimulate a person's potential, enough for one to continuously break through their bodily limits.
"Understood!"
"We'll go sign up now."
Zhu Zhuqing and Meng Yiran inhaled deeply and walked towards the arena, akin to a cage.
"You're sending them to the competition; isn't this driving them to a dead end?"
The veiled woman couldn't help but speak up as she watched their receding figures.
Qin Xiao chuckled, "Just wait and see."
...
In Slaughter City, if there's one thing that's plentiful, it's people courting death.
The first to enter the arena was Zhu Zhuqing, and she was the only woman in this match.
"Hahaha, this girl is not bad, I'm rather reluctant to kill her straight away," a scrawny man exclaimed excitedly.
However.
As soon as his words fell, he felt a chill on his neck, followed by a dizzy spell, during which he was shocked to find a headless body at his location.
Wait.
Am I dead?
That was his last thought.
Thump.
A head fell to the ground, followed by several rolls before it came to a stop.
Hiss...
One-hit kill!
The remaining eight people all took a sharp breath, their faces filled with disbelief.
"This is a formidable opponent!"
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