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The stench in the stands was overwhelming—a nauseating blend of rancid sweat, fresh blood, and countless other foul odors. Even someone as composed as Dai Weisi was slightly unsettled by it.
He opened his Icefire Demonic Eyes and swept his gaze across the fallen spectators. Each one of them looked as though they had been injected with pure madness—their eyes bloodshot, killing intent surging skyward. They resembled beasts who knew nothing but slaughter.
"That is… Hu Liena?"
In a corner of the viewing area, Dai Weisi spotted a graceful silhouette dressed in a soft shade of orange. It was none other than Hu Liena, the foremost genius of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation—student of Bibi Dong herself.
At the moment, she wore a lavish robe and sat elegantly with her legs crossed in the corner of the audience, watching the carnage in the Hell Arena as though she were a battlefield rose in bloom.
Around her, men ogled openly, faces twisted with lust and greed. A few depraved spectators were even drooling.
Yet despite their obscene gazes, not a single one of them dared approach her. They only watched from afar, none brave—or foolish—enough to try their luck.
Withdrawing his gaze, Dai Weisi muttered under his breath, "Strange. Why is Hu Liena here? It's only been two or three months since the Soul Master Tournament ended."
According to the original timeline, she should not have come to the City of Slaughter until more than a year later—right before that brat finished mastering the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique. Why had she appeared a full year early?
He was deeply puzzled. What he didn't know was that because of his own existence, Hu Liena's goal was no longer Tang San—it was him.
To surpass him, Hu Liena had traveled across great distances to reach the City of Slaughter.
"Forget it. As long as she doesn't get in my way, I don't care. If she doesn't know what's good for her… killing her later won't be too late."
Dai Weisi gave a small shake of his head. Although Hu Liena was an enemy, he wasn't inclined to kill her prematurely. In the words of General Yuwen: A beauty that stunning—slaughtering her would be a waste of heaven's gifts.
He simply hadn't yet decided how to make use of her. In Bibi Dong's eyes, Hu Liena was practically a daughter—closer even than Qian Renxue.
If he used her well, there could be benefits. At the very least, keeping her alive for now couldn't be wrong.
Led by the mysterious woman in the black veil, Dai Weisi reached a bar counter where a maid in charge of reception greeted him with a charming smile.
"Hello, young master. Will you be spectating, or will you be participating in the Hell Killing Field matches? If you're only here to watch, all it costs is one Bloody Mary—your own blood or someone else's~ It's all acceptable."
As she said the words "Bloody Mary," the maid coyly stuck out her pink tongue and licked her crimson lips, looking especially seductive—enough to make someone want to lean in for a kiss.
"I'm entering the match. Arrange it for me." Dai Weisi said calmly, handing over his token.
"Eh…"
The maid blinked, obviously surprised. A newcomer who had just arrived in the City of Slaughter—joining the Hell Killing Field right away? She couldn't help but shake her head, lamenting his inevitable doom.
"Sigh… such a handsome young man, about to die so young." After a soft sigh, she quickly arranged the match for him and added with a smile, "Your turn is coming up in the very next round. Best of luck!"
"Thank you."
Taking the token, Dai Weisi politely replied and made his way to the participants' waiting room. Once only one person remained on the stage, it would be their turn to go up.
Barely ten minutes passed before a thunderous cheer erupted like an explosion in the sky. The crowd howled with heat and fervor, and Dai Weisi knew the match had concluded. It was time for him.
He rose slowly, rolled his shoulders, and strolled swaggeringly out of the room, stepping onto the center of the Hell Killing Field's fighting platform.
Aside from himself, there were nine others on the stage. Eight were burly men with dark skin and muscles knotted like ropes, each one looking capable of crushing a cow with a punch.
The last was a woman in black, tall and poised, with a high ponytail tied at the back of her head. She carried herself with sharp, heroic vigor.
Though she was pleasing to the eye, Dai Weisi knew that anyone who could reach the City of Slaughter—and dared enter the Hell Killing Field—was far from ordinary.
He discreetly opened his Icefire Demonic Eyes. What he saw made his eyes narrow: all nine of his opponents were soul masters, and the woman with the ponytail was a Rank Sixty-Three Soul Emperor.
Even without soul skills, none of them were opponents to underestimate.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, one of the towering brutes lunged without warning. He drew a massive ring-blade and hacked at the contestant beside him with a vicious sweep, the air screaming as it tore.
Puchi!
"Ah—!"
The attacked man hadn't even reacted before his arm was severed. He shrieked in agony, only to have the brute slice his throat the next moment, dying on the spot.
That sudden strike ignited everyone else's bloodlust. With the crowd's cheers and roars fuelling them, they plunged into brutal slaughter.
"Die, you little yellow-haired brat!"
A mad-eyed degenerate rushed in. He was a Rank Forty-Five agility-attack Battle Soul Sect whose martial soul was a leopard. Even without soul skills, it granted him tremendous speed.
He charged like a black whirlwind, sprinting with lightning pace as his cold claws slashed toward Dai Weisi's throat. Judging by Dai Weisi's delicate appearance, he planned to eliminate him first.
"Hmph, seeking death." Dai Weisi sneered. In the eyes of the Icefire Demonic Gaze, that leopard soul master's speed was laughable.
"For someone of your level, I can't even be bothered to use my martial soul." As he spoke, Dai Weisi drew his firearm and aimed at the man's chest, yanking the trigger without hesitation.
Bang—
The gunshot rang out, and the leopard soul master let out a dull groan. Blood burst from his chest, and he died instantly.
The sound of the gunfire drew the attention of the other fighters on the platform. They turned to look, but Dai Weisi gave them no respite—he pulled out two incendiary bombs and hurled them forward.
Boom! Boom!
Within mere seconds, the bombs detonated with a roar. Flames swept across the platform, engulfing soul masters in a blazing inferno. Several were instantly consumed by fire, their bodies charred into blackened husks.
Many more had burning oil splattered across them, writhing on the ground and howling in agony.
"Save me!"
"I don't want to die—help!"
"It's late… go to sleep quietly."
Dai Weisi drew the Holy Sword and darted into the sea of fire. The flames could not harm him. Like a death god of flame, he harvested the lives of those still struggling.
Before long, eight corpses littered the platform. But the woman with the high ponytail was nowhere to be seen.
Dai Weisi scanned the area, finding no trace of her on the stage. Yet he could feel a killing intent locked onto him.
"Not on the ground? In the air?"
He snapped his head skyward. There she was—wings sprouted from her back, twin blades in her hands. Like a diving hawk, she swooped down with a strike aimed straight at Dai Weisi's throat.
Her martial soul was a peregrine falcon, granting her the power of flight and remarkable aerial speed.
(End of Chapter)