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Chapter 333.

The waiter gasped.

There was no fluctuation of soul power!

These soul masters, were all extremely powerful thugs, were at least around level forty, and some were even level fifty soul kings.

Yet they were killed so easily!

The faceless man in white hadn't even moved!

It –took only two seconds.

The waiter's gaze shifted slowly to see what the cold light was. Two sharp blades were quietly floating beside the faceless man, intertwined and exuding a strange aura.

The remaining soul masters in the tavern fell silent, swallowing nervously.

How could this be possible?

The faceless man clearly didn't move a muscle, and even the fluctuation of his soul power was barely noticeable. How did he do it?

He killed all these soul masters without making a sound!

It was swift, brutal, and astonishingly effective.

The blades were none other than was the Armored Black Thorns!

For over two years, Wang Feng hadn't stopped practicing this technique.

In the beginning, he could only control small objects formed by the Armored black Thorns, but now he could wield these sharp blades—each about forty centimeters long—with complete mastery.

Especially after tempering his body with Red Lotus Karmic Fire completely, his soul and spirit had greatly improved, though Wang Feng wasn't sure exactly how much. This progress enabled him to control the Armored Black Thorns with mental power, making it a deadly weapon.

Just now, with a mere thought, Wang Feng manipulated the two sharp blades with more power than a direct throw—like wielding a real sword!

In the future, he could take down weaker opponents without even lifting a finger.

Wang Feng's method of killing through mental power weapons could only be controlled within a range of about thirty meters around his body. Any farther, and it wouldn't work. He could feel his immense mental power, but it was difficult to control over longer distances.

Simply put, he had the mental power but lacked the specific technique to fully utilize it.

Wang Feng was essentially forging his own path, like a self-taught cultivator. He didn't know how extraordinary this was, but he could already kill with mental weapons without having learned any specialized techniques.

Although he sensed that his mental power could extend farther and exert more control, without guidance, he could only rely on his own exploration. Currently, his control was only limited to thirty meters around him.

But within that range, using his mental power to drive the Armored Black Thorns to form sharp blades created a terrifying impact!

Against low-level soul masters with no defenses, it was practically a one-hit kill!

Wang Feng could kill them without lifting a finger, fulfilling his dream of being both lethal and cool.

Looking at the fallen soul masters on the ground, each cut down almost instantly, Wang Feng nodded in satisfaction. His two years of hard work hadn't been wasted.

"Entrance?"

Wang Feng turned his gaze to the stunned waiter, speaking softly once more. His killing method was so appalling that none of the soul masters present had seen anything like it. It was as if an ancient warrior had witnessed the might of modern weaponry—filled with fear, shock, and incomprehension.

The waiter swallowed nervously, glancing at the surrounding soul masters.

None of them dared to make a move.

But after a moment, their expressions hardened. These were villains, after all—they wouldn't be completely scared off by such a display. As they regained their composure, they summoned their martial soul and charged at Wang Feng.

Clearly, these people belonged to the Slaughter City.

If he truly wanted to enter, he had to turn this place into a bloody field!

Wang Feng frowned slightly as his mental power exploded. Several black sharp blades appeared from him, flashing like streams of light.

In an instant, the entire tavern was enshrouded in a black net of light. All the soul masters were shredded in shock within seconds!

Wang Feng stood quietly in the center.

Around him, blood flowers bloomed silently.

In no time, the ground was covered in a crimson pool of blood.

The waiter's breath hitched. He stood there alone, watching as over a dozen soul masters were so easily slain.

"Entrance?" Wang Feng asked again, looking at the waiter.

This time, the waiter didn't dare hesitate. Several sharp blades were already hovering around his body, threatening to tear him apart if he delayed answering even a moment further.

"Here…" the waiter stammered respectfully. As he spoke, he slowly backed away, leading Wang Feng to a bar counter. With a light press on a hidden mechanism, the bar shifted, revealing a concealed entrance in the ground.

Wang Feng glanced at it and leapt down without hesitation.

As soon as Wang Feng disappeared, the waiter collapsed against the bar, panting heavily.

He had received countless visitors to the Slaughter City, but someone like the faceless man in white? This was the first time. His strength was terrifying—so strange and unpredictable! And most of all those who come here knows the rules and play by it. No one had dared to outright not follow them.

The waiter stood there for a long time, trying to steady his breath.

A few hours later, the door opened once again.

The –waiter looked up, puzzled. Why were there so many visitors today?

He saw two men enter—one old, one young. The younger man was extremely handsome, while the elder wore ragged, tattered clothes. The young man stepped forward and said softly:

"One Bloody Mary…"

But halfway through, he paused.

The scene in the tavern looked like bloody hell.

Corpses littered the floor, and all of them had died with wide eyes, as if unable to comprehend how they met their end.

The ground was drenched in blood.

"Dad, it seems there was a fight here," Tang San remarked, his gaze sweeping over the scene. He examined the wounds and added, "Every one of them was killed with a single blow—by a sharp blade!"

Tang Hao nodded slightly. Given his strength, he could naturally see the truth.

The waiter pointed to the glass of wine originally prepared for Wang Feng and said:

"That's it. Drink."

Tang Hao nodded.

Tang San didn't hesitate. He drank it, feeling a bit queasy.

The waiter pointed to the hole behind the bar counter. He had no desire to speak further. He was still too shaken to find his voice.

"By the way, can I ask what happened here?" Tang San suddenly inquired.

The waiter frowned and snapped impatiently:

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Don't you know the rules? Go back if you don't understand!"

With that, he turned and walked away, ignoring them completely.

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and spoke softly: "Little San, kill him."

Tang San was stunned, but didn't hesitate. A blue silver spike formed and pierced the waiter's chest.

"Little San, I'll tell you now," Tang Hao said indifferently, "The place I'm taking you to is called the Slaughter City. There are no rules there. The only thing that matters is killing everyone who poses a threat to you! When I take you to the Slaughter City, win the annual championship. Then, I will come to get you."

"Did you see this scene? A powerful figure killed these villains and entered the Slaughter City."

Tang Hao gestured to the bloody surroundings.

Tang San nodded thoughtfully. "It seems he's no ordinary powerhouse. To kill so many soul masters with one blow, without any resistance, he must be extremely strong!"

Soul masters weren't fools. They wouldn't stand still to be killed.

The scene was truly bizarre.

"No matter how strong this person is, he's also your enemy henceforth. You must be cautious when facing opponents in the Slaughter City," Tang Hao warned. After a moment of silence, he gestured for Tang San to follow him into the cave.

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