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Chapter 341.

In every game or battle, Wang Feng was like the Death God, silently reaping lives without exception. His now growing sixty-meter range of influence became known as the "White Hell."

In seventy-two matches, no one had been able to break through this "White Hell" and truly confront Wang Feng. Consequently, over the year, a saying spread throughout the Hell's Killing Fields, 'If you can pass –through the White Hell, you can defeat the White Death god.'

Despite the intense combat, Wang Feng lived comfortably this past year—at least, compared to his time in the Extreme North. A soul master who couldn't use soul abilities was as easy for him to handle as cutting through vegetables, even if the said opponent is a Titled Douluo.

"Isn't this why I train so hard?" Wang Feng mused. "To crush my enemies effortlessly? To enjoy the thrill of overpowering them?"

More importantly, he could still continue cultivating here peacefully.

The Slaughter City presented no burdens or obstacles for him. Strategy was almost redundant in this place since there was hardly any room for it—without soul abilities, it all came down to raw power and killing techniques. But even after a year of this unrelenting bloodshed, Wang Feng's aura had not changed even a little.

By all logic, after killing so many people and competing in so many matches, not to mention living in the constant tension of the inner city, one's temperament should have become colder and more bloodthirsty. However, Wang Feng remained unchanged. Clad in his pristine white robes, he seemed like an outsider, completely out of place in the Slaughter City.

This stark contrast was part of what earned him the title of "White Death God."

In legends, the Death God is typically depicted wearing black robes, radiating an aura of death and solitude. But the White Death God was different. He stood there, spotless and composed, like a living deity among mortals, harnessing countless souls within the inner city.

His elegance, terrifying strength, and aloof demeanor made him irresistibly unique. In this depraved city, his very presence was like a drug, stirring up an insatiable desire among countless women.

Yet, Wang Feng knew why he was different. The killing intent and hostility he absorbed were all devoured by his Dark Angel Martial Spirit. Given his current physical state, he wouldn't be influenced by the Slaughter City at all. As long as he didn't activate his Dark Angel Martial Soul, his aura would remain unaffected.

One day, Wang Feng left his house once more. With his strength and status, his living quarters were naturally exceptional. Two sharp blades made of Armored Black Thorns hung outside his door, always guarding it.

Every day, people came seeking death, especially at night. Many women in the inner city also longed to spend a night with the White Death God. Every evening, they would gather outside Wang Feng's residence, their eyes filled with longing, and some even rushed in directly.

But Wang Feng wasn't interested in entertaining such desires. He positioned the sharp blades outside his door as a warning. anyone who dared approach would die regardless of their gender.

After all, this was no joke. Even among these women, some could be assassins. But was Wang Feng the type to fall for such tricks? Certainly not. So he kept two Armored Black Thorn blades outside as deterrents, dealing with all potential threats, male or female.

Stepping outside, the familiar stench of decay and corruption permeated the air of the inner city. Despite the foul environment, the flow of people into the Slaughter City didn't diminish because crime across the continent never ceased.

A familiar sound reached his ears. Wang Feng smiled beneath his mask, though his eyes were hidden. He could clearly sense the daily debauchery unfolding around him, as if watching it with his own eyes—perhaps even more vividly.

Initially, such scenes stirred his emotions, but the throbbing of his Dark Angel Martial Soul followed. The more he watched, the faster one of the bloodlines within the martial soul evolved. Wang Feng suspected this might be a unique phenomenon. But after witnessing these acts countless times, his interest waned. It was like watching too many movies—eventually, he felt nothing.

As Wang Feng stepped out of his room, a voice exclaimed, "The White Death God is out!"

He glanced sideways casually. In the corner of the street, a man and a woman were engaged in a rather shameless display. The woman seemed to feel the gaze of the White Death God on her. A blush spread across her cheeks as she lifted her head and moaned loudly, as if in ecstasy:

"Ahhhh! So good…"

The man beneath her grumbled, "Damn woman! After all that time, you acted like a lifeless corpse, and now you're tightening up just because he looked at you once?"

The man was furious, yet helpless.

Wang Feng: "…"

Sorry to disturb you.

He shook his head and walked directly toward the Hell's Killing Fields, musing, Is this what they call being in 'high C' status?

After a few days of rest and studying his Dark Angel martial soul, Wang Feng was ready to return to the Hell's Killing Fields.

However, at the entrance, he encountered two people: Hu Liena and Tang San.

Wang Feng paused. He noticed that after his ten consecutive victories, Hu Liena and Tang San attended nearly every match. Clearly, he had piqued their interest.

As for their own battles, Wang Feng would occasionally watch. Hu Liena's mutated martial soul made her physical abilities incredibly strong, and her charm technique could overwhelm most opponents. Few could withstand Hu Liena's allure, aside from someone like Tang San, who could resist her enchantment with his Purple Demon Eye technique.

Because of her unique skills, Hu Liena earned the title of Hell's Messenger, known for seducing souls.

Tang San, on the other hand, was called King Shura in the Hell's Killing Fields. With his hidden weapons and Tang Sect martial arts, he was deadly in solo and team battles, second only to the White Death God in strength.

Hu Liena had seventy-one wins, just behind Wang Feng, while Tang San had seventy, one less than her.

However, both had risen to prominence recently. As they advanced, the matches became more difficult to schedule since fewer opponents could challenge their prowess. It often took several days to arrange each match.

The inner city was vast, and Wang Feng estimated there were hundreds of thousands of residents—perhaps even more. Many people visited the Hell's Killing Fields daily.

The fame of the White Death God naturally drew larger crowds. Many came not for the battles but just to see him in person. They wondered if anyone would ever break through the White Hell and challenge the White Death God directly.

As Wang Feng walked past the two, Tang San suddenly called out, "White Death God!"

Wang Feng stopped and turned his gaze towards Tang San.

"Your opponent today is special. You might be in danger."

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