"Casualties already? Looks like this Slaughter City really isn't to be trifled with."
Shui Wuhen thought to himself.
There had originally been ten people who entered earlier, yet now not a single one remained alive. All of them had died at the hands of these black-armored knights.
Although only three of them were soul masters—and not very high-level ones at that—the speed at which they were killed still exceeded Shui Wuhen's expectations.
At that moment, the knight captain riding at the front also seemed to notice Shui Wuhen and charged toward him on horseback.
As he rushed forward, the captain shouted, "Those who break the rules—die!"
The distance between them was short. In the span of a breath, the knight captain had already arrived before Shui Wuhen, thrusting his spear straight at him.
A chilling aura spread, and a sharp, oppressive killing intent surged forward. An ordinary person would likely have been frozen in place under such pressure.
Unfortunately, Shui Wuhen was no ordinary person.
Facing the charge, Shui Wuhen merely raised his right hand, extending a single finger to meet the spear tip gleaming with cold light.
In an instant, the powerful scene froze in place. Both the knight captain and the warhorse beneath him seemed to have been paused, unable to move in the slightest.
The next moment, strands of ice rapidly spread from the point of contact between the spear tip and Shui Wuhen's fingertip, instantly covering the knight captain's entire body.
Everyone present was stunned.
No one had expected that in Slaughter City—where soul skills could not be used—Shui Wuhen would still possess such power.
Then, Shui Wuhen lightly flicked the frozen spear tip.
The ice covering the knight captain shattered into countless fragments, and both the captain and his warhorse were sent flying backward, crashing into the formation of black-armored knights.
After finishing all this, Shui Wuhen swept his gaze coldly across the hundred black-armored knights and said, "Who else wants to stop me?"
"Clap, clap, clap—"
At that moment, a veiled woman appeared, applauding softly as she walked toward Shui Wuhen with a smile.
"Welcome to Slaughter City. I am your guide. For the next day, I will answer all your questions. And congratulations on truly becoming a member of Slaughter City."
As she spoke, the veiled girl raised her hand toward the knight captain, and a black token was immediately drawn out from his body and into her hand.
Shui Wuhen and Articuno on his shoulder watched her cautiously. When the veiled girl noticed Articuno, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
However, she did nothing and simply walked up to Shui Wuhen, handing him the token.
Shui Wuhen took it casually. Engraved on the token was a skull, with a number beneath it: 0721.
"This is your identity token in Slaughter City. Please keep it safe. Losing it may cause unnecessary trouble," the veiled girl said with a smile.
Shui Wuhen nodded slightly, putting the token away before asking, "What are the conditions for leaving Slaughter City?"
Hearing that this was his first question, the veiled girl was slightly surprised. However, her experience allowed her to respond smoothly.
"There is only one way to leave Slaughter City: achieve one hundred consecutive victories in the Slaughter Arena, then challenge Hell Road. Only by passing Hell Road can you leave.
"And you will also be granted the title of Slaughter God. In the thousand-plus years since Slaughter City was established, only seven people have ever achieved this."
"Seven?"
Shui Wuhen raised an eyebrow. That number was pitifully small.
Slaughter City was even more dangerous than he had imagined. Over a thousand years, only seven had succeeded in leaving—less than a one-in-ten-thousand chance. No wonder major factions rarely sent their geniuses here.
The veiled girl nodded. "That's right. The most recent one was over twenty years ago. You should have heard of him—his title in the outside world was Clear Sky Douluo."
"Him?"
Shui Wuhen immediately understood. He had indeed heard the name—after all, just over a year ago, that man had caused chaos in Spirit Hall and escaped successfully.
What Shui Wuhen didn't know was that Tang Hao had already been captured by Spirit Hall and was currently suffering an unknown fate.
"One last question."
As he spoke, Shui Wuhen condensed an image of Shui Bing'er in his hand and asked, "Have you seen this girl? Where is she now?"
Seeing Shui Wuhen easily form an image despite Slaughter City's restriction on soul skills, the veiled girl was already surprised. But upon recognizing the girl in the image, her shock deepened.
"What do you want with her?"
Instead of answering, she asked a question.
Shui Wuhen glanced at her indifferently. "That's not your concern. Just answer."
A trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she still replied, "She entered Slaughter City about half a year ago. She is currently residing in the inner city."
"Lead the way!"
A glint flashed in Shui Wuhen's eyes. From her words, he could tell that his sister Shui Bing'er was still alive—and seemingly doing well.
The veiled girl said nothing more and simply turned to lead him toward the city.
At the same time, she sneered inwardly, "That person is not someone you can provoke so easily. By the time you arrive, it will likely be your end."
Under her guidance, Shui Wuhen soon entered the city. However, the inner city was farther than he had expected—it took nearly an hour to reach.
But the moment he stepped inside, he frowned.
Unlike the desolate outer city, the inner city had a hint of modern urban life—bright lights and bustling activity. Yet beneath that prosperity lay complete chaos.
The people here seemed to have fallen into madness, indulging their desires without restraint. Most of it was unbearable to witness.
"A paradise of slaughter?"
Shui Wuhen sneered inwardly, finally realizing the source of the unease he had felt earlier.
Rather than a paradise of slaughter, this was a place where humanity had been abandoned, and bestial instincts were unleashed.
His arrival naturally drew attention—especially Articuno on his shoulder, which intrigued many.
However, due to the presence of the veiled girl beside him, no one acted. After all, she represented the authority of the King of Slaughter—no one in Slaughter City dared defy it.
Shui Wuhen ignored their gazes. The veiled girl beside him wasn't protecting him, but rather protecting these fallen people. If they dared to approach, he wouldn't mind showing them some methods.
Soon, the veiled girl stopped in front of a small house and gestured behind her.
"Mr. 0721, the person you're looking for is inside."
Shui Wuhen glanced at the house and walked straight toward it.
Seeing this, the smile on the veiled girl's lips deepened. She was certain that before long, this arrogant man would meet his end.
"Knock, knock~"
The sound of knocking echoed.
Inside, Shui Bing'er's eyes flashed coldly. Someone dared to challenge her authority?
But when she opened the door and saw the person outside, she froze.
"Brother?"
She could hardly believe it. Not only was her brother alive, but he had come to Slaughter City to find her.
But the next moment, she became alert. Her aura erupted as she shouted sternly, "Who are you? How dare you impersonate my brother!"
Her outburst drew the attention of nearby residents. Tang San and Hu Liena were both alerted and quickly stepped out of their rooms.
The moment they saw him, their pupils shrank.
Because they saw someone they didn't want to face—even feared—
Shui Wuhen!
"He actually came to Slaughter City too?"
Hu Liena bit her finger, frowning. Facing Shui Bing'er alone was manageable—she could avoid her and still achieve one hundred victories.
But now Shui Wuhen had arrived, and after her at that. That meant they might cross paths.
After all, Shui Wuhen had defeated Qian Renxue across levels. Even after her growth here, Hu Liena didn't believe she could defeat him easily.
If Shui Bing'er was already so powerful, then as her brother, Shui Wuhen would only be stronger.
At the same time, Tang San's heart surged with shock.
"Damn it, why is he here?"
His expression darkened. Shui Wuhen had left too deep an impression—overwhelmingly powerful.
He didn't even know how strong Shui Wuhen truly was—only that with minimal effort, he had defeated all opponents in the Elite Tournament. Perhaps only Spirit Hall's Saintess Qian Renxue could barely contend with him.
"Speak! Who are you to impersonate my brother!"
Outside the house, Shui Bing'er continued her questioning.
Although everything about him looked identical, she had been deceived before. If this wasn't truly her brother, the consequences would be disastrous.
Seeing this, Shui Wuhen felt a bit helpless. After so long, the first thing he had to do upon reuniting with his sister was prove his identity.
Still, facing her wary gaze, he said, "Ice Phoenix, Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow, the Extreme North Forbidden Land."
Hearing this, Shui Bing'er trembled.
She had never told anyone about the Ice Phoenix and the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow. Only her real brother could know such secrets.
The vigilance on her face instantly vanished. Her figure flashed and she threw herself into Shui Wuhen's arms.
"Brother!"
Shui Wuhen embraced her, gently patting her head.
This scene left everyone stunned—especially the veiled girl, whose eyes nearly popped out.
Who would have thought that the White Queen, who dominated the Hell Slaughter Arena and had killed countless people, would show such a fragile side?
After a moment, Shui Bing'er realized it wasn't appropriate to be seen like this. She quickly pulled Shui Wuhen into her house.
"Bang—"
The door shut, cutting off all outside gazes.
Seeing this, the onlookers could only withdraw their attention, though the turmoil in their hearts wouldn't settle anytime soon.
Inside the house, Shui Bing'er pulled Shui Wuhen onto a sofa and asked eagerly, "Brother, how did you escape from that soul beast back then? And why did it take you so long to come find me?"
"I was delayed by some matters."
Taking a sip of tea, Shui Wuhen slowly recounted everything that had happened.
Shui Bing'er listened, completely absorbed. When she heard that he had absorbed a 990,000-year soul beast, she gasped in shock.
"Brother, do soul beasts really exist beyond 100,000 years?" she asked curiously.
Shui Wuhen nodded. "Of course. The idea that 100,000-year soul beasts can only live for a thousand years is incorrect. More accurately, after reaching 100,000 years, they face a heavenly tribulation within a thousand years. Only by surviving it can they continue to grow.
"Those that survive are called ferocious beasts. Based on my estimation, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion we encountered back then was a 380,000-year ferocious beast."
Its strength lay between the Deep Sea Demon Whale King and that 200,000-year ice dragon—much weaker than the former, but stronger than the latter—matching the 380,000-year estimate.
"380,000 years…"
Shui Bing'er frowned slightly and sighed. "If that's true, it may take us a long time to get our revenge."
A 100,000-year soul beast was already comparable to a level 95 Title Douluo. A 380,000-year ferocious beast might even rival an Ultimate Douluo.
Even as geniuses, reaching Title Douluo would take time.
In fact, even that might not be enough—they would likely both need to reach level 96 or 97 and use a martial soul fusion technique to stand a chance.
"No need to wait that long."
Shui Wuhen smiled, patting her head.
"Thanks to that 990,000-year Ice Silkworm, my current strength should be no weaker than that Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion. Once you break through to Soul Douluo, we'll go to the Extreme North and kill it—then use it as your ninth soul ring!"