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Chapter 340.

In a place like the Slaughter City, the longer you stay, the more karma you accumulate. It's a torment to the mind and soul.

But Wang Feng was different. His entire body had been tempered by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, his mind refined and his soul clear. He wasn't affected by such influences. It was fortunate that he came to this city only after tempering his brain and sternum. Otherwise, the continuous killing might have driven him insane or caused serious mental problems.

Wang Feng saw Hu Liena a few times over the course of his stay, but apart from their initial encounter, they didn't cross paths in the Hell's Killing Fields. With Hu Liena's extensive number of victories, it was unlikely she would face Wang Feng anytime soon.

Wang Feng didn't participate in the games every day. He chose to practice and improve himself gradually, step by step. Occasionally, he would wander around the city, even indulging in the bizarre entertainment here to amuse himself.

In terms of danger, the Slaughter City wasn't as threatening to Wang Feng as the Extreme North. Since soul abilities couldn't be used in this place, his true strength—much of which came from his physical abilities—remained untouched. In comparison, the extreme north, especially its inner regions, was far more dangerous, though it lacked the concentrated intensity of killings found here.

Time passed quickly in the Slaughter City.

One year later...

For most, a year might feel a long time, but for Wang Feng, it was merely a turning point in the evolution of his Dark Angel Martial Soul. During this year, his martial soul awakened three new blood patterns, each appearing approximately every four months. Altogether, four blood patterns had now emerged, though Wang Feng hadn't yet tested their abilities in full. There was simply no need—his Armored Black Thorns resolved everything effortlessly.

Throughout the year, Wang Feng participated in the Hell's Killing Fields six times a month, totaling 72 matches. He didn't encounter a single opponent capable of threatening him. His mastery over the Armored Black Thorns had reached unprecedented heights. Most of his time in –the city was spent cultivating this weapon's control, rather than the Dark Angel Martial Soul. 

His ultimate goal for coming here? To fly and kill with the sword—a feat he was willing to train tirelessly to achieve.

His soul power level only improved by about two ranks, reaching level 55. The energy in the Slaughter City leaned heavily toward darkness and maliciousness, and Wang Feng had to purify it using Meteoric Tears first before he could absorb it and cultivate. Still, his body's cultivation speed was exceptional. Without consciously meditating, he allowed the energy of the heavens and earth to flow into him, increasing his level by two ranks. Had he focused solely on cultivation, he could have achieved even more, probably reaching level 59 or may have even reached 60!

This was the benefit of completing full-body tempering. The higher his level, the more pronounced the advantages became. Wang Feng's body was like an untapped treasure trove—the more he mined it, the more wonders he uncovered.

In these 72 matches, the strongest opponent Wang Feng faced wielded a dark-attribute weapon martial soul. Unfortunately, his level was only in the low sixties. Wang Feng suspected that after spending extended time in the Slaughter City, martial soul slowly adapt to its dark environment, undergoing mutations that made them better suited for combat here.

This opponent's weapon martial soul, the Dark Twin Blades, could turn invisible, making them deadly tools for assassinations. However, compared to Wang Feng's Armored Black Thorns, they were far inferior. While the Dark Twin Blades could hide their presence, they still emitted soul power fluctuations since they were ultimately martial souls. The Armored Black Thorns, controlled purely by Wang Feng's mental power, were nearly undetectable and had a deadly advantage over lower-level soul masters.

Despite this, the Soul Master of the Dark Twin Blades had won over 40 matches in the Hell's Killing Fields, slaying even several Soul Saints along the way. His prowess earned him the title of "Hell's Dark King." Yet, even he fell to Wang Feng's armored Black Thorns.

Aside from this memorable opponent, none of the other participants made much of an impression on Wang Feng. However, the various assassination attempts and sieges did. Once, after a match, nearly 333 people besieged him because of his growing reputation—an event almost unheard of in the inner city! And yes he counted the bodies after killing them.

On that day, the area outside the Hell's Killing Fields was drenched in blood. Corpses littered the streets, and rivers of blood flowed like water. Yet, the most terrifying aspect was Wang Feng himself. He stood there, his pristine white robe untouched by not even a drop of blood, as if he were in a vacuum. Within a 50-meter radius, not a single corpse lay close to him. More than a dozen blades formed by the Armored Black Thorns created a vacuum slaughter zone. Any soul master who stepped within range was instantly killed—mercilessly.

His moon-white robe shone brightly amidst the crimson sea of corpses, spotless and blinding.

Every soul master who witnessed this scene was stunned into silence!

That battle attracted countless spectators, including Hu Liena, Tang San, even envoys sent by the Great Slaughter King, and many other formidable warriors who had more than fifty victories under their belts. They all watched in shock as the massacre unfolded.

The siege itself was simple and straightforward. Wang Feng stood calmly in the middle of the street while the crowd swarmed toward him. The ten sharp blades moved like harvesters, reaping lives without pause. For half an hour, the bodies piled up within that 50-meter radius. Some fighters managed to get closer to him, but they stumbled and fell like zombies, collapsing onto the ground one after another.

After the bloodbath, Wang Feng walked out of the sea of corpses, unscathed and pristine in his white robe, dust drifting lightly off its surface. The ease with which he slaughtered stunned the onlookers.

The contrast was too stark!

More than three hundred people died. Yet, the faceless man in white remained untouched—without a single drop of blood on him!

In that crimson field of death, his white figure moved as if harvesting lives effortlessly.

None of the spectators could achieve this level of skill. They were deeply shaken.

Even Tang San felt that it was impossible for him to reach such heights. When he faced a siege of a hundred people, he'd sustained several injuries and used up countless hidden weapons before finally barely managing to escape. It took him two days to recover from that ordeal.

After this incident, Wang Feng earned a new title in the inner city, White Death.

Some even referred to him as White Death God!

Although the title of 'God' wasn't officially granted by the Slaughter City, it was a nickname the people of the inner city used—proof enough of his terrifying prowess.

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