Dongfang Jing put away his identity token and turned his gaze to the tightly closed black city gate ahead.
In front of the gate stood two rows of guards, exactly like the black-armored warriors from before.
But they just stood there quietly, without making any move.
Before Dongfang Jing could even show his identity token, the massive black door opened automatically to both sides with a loud rumble.
A tall woman, dressed in a black tight-fitting leather outfit and with her face covered by a black veil, gracefully walked out from behind the door.
Although the woman's face was not clearly visible, her exposed eyes alone were enough to bewitch and captivate, exuding a bewitching and alluring charm.
"Welcome to the City of Slaughter."
She approached Dongfang Jing, turned slightly to the side, and gestured for him to enter. Her alluring eyes lingered on his face without any attempt to hide their curiosity and inquiry.
Dongfang Jing ignored her flirtatious glances and simply stepped through the door.
"I am your guide. You can ask me anything you don't understand. I will answer all your questions within twelve hours. After twelve hours, this will be where you live. You will officially become a member of the Killing City."
The woman in black veil followed closely behind, leading the way while introducing the city to Dongfang Jing in her seductive voice.
"The City of Slaughter is the paradise of all the fallen and the ultimate destination of all the sinners."
"Here, there are no rules, no laws; the only law is the survival of the fittest. As long as you have enough ability, you can do anything you want."
"Of course, all of this is based on the premise that you have to survive first."
The woman chuckled, her voice carrying a hint of cruelty.
Dongfang Jing listened silently; this information was not significantly different from what he had previously known.
Slaughter City
It was less a paradise of sin and more a giant prison.
A breeding ground for Gu poison, personally created by that mysterious King of Slaughter.
Everyone who enters this place will be corrupted by the environment, their minds will gradually become twisted, and they will eventually become madmen who only know how to kill.
There is only one way to leave this place.
That is, only by achieving a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena and obtaining the title of "God of Slaughter" can one be qualified to challenge the legendary "Hell Road".
Of course, Dongfang Jing was not interested in any of these things.
His purpose in coming here, from beginning to end, has been singular.
"Take me to the hellish killing field."
He interrupted the woman in black veil from her introduction, his voice still calm, yet carrying an unquestionable tone of command.
"Hell's Killing Fields?"
The woman's voice was filled with surprise.
Her captivating, alluring eyes scrutinized Dongfang Jing from head to toe once more: "Are you sure?"
She couldn't help but confirm it again.
Although Dongfang Jing was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see his age or expression, she could tell from his tall stature and voice that he was definitely very young.
Moreover, although his aura was powerful, it carried a sense of sacred purity.
He was completely out of place among the degenerates of this city, whose atmosphere was filled with bloodshed and violence.
This person, upon entering the city, is heading straight to that hellish killing field?
Is he crazy, or does he have absolute confidence in himself?
Dongfang Jing didn't say anything more, but his attitude was already very clear.
The woman in black veil understood that this was why the other party had come to the Killing City specifically for this purpose.
"I understand, please follow me."
...
Led by the woman, they walked through several dark and damp streets.
The streets were filled with degenerates, their eyes numb and their aura violent.
Upon seeing the conspicuous Oriental mirror, their eyes gleamed with greed and murderous intent.
But when they sensed the faint, divine pressure emanating from Dongfang Jing, they instinctively felt fear and dared not step forward.
Soon, the two arrived at the city center.
A colossal, circular building, resembling the simple structure of the ancient Roman Colosseum, appeared before them.
A strong smell of blood and deafening cheers and roars emanated from inside the building.
"This is the hellish killing field." The woman stopped and pointed to the huge entrance, her voice a little hoarse. "The registration area is inside. You just need to show your ID card."
"Each time you participate, you need to pay a 'Bloody Mary' as an entry fee. If you don't have one, you can use your body as collateral."
"knew."
Dongfang Jing nodded, looked around, and then walked straight into a small alley.
In that alley, a gaunt, gloomy man sat leaning against the corner of the wall.
Once Dongfang Jing's figure disappeared around the alley corner, the woman in black veil finally guessed what he was planning. She hurriedly chased after him, wanting to warn him, "Number 9191, if you provoke us, the newcomer protection is..."
But before she could finish speaking, Dongfang Jing was seen holding a vessel in one hand and a hideous head in the other.
Blood gradually filled the vessel from the cut.
The woman in black veil was stunned by what she saw.
How come Number 9191 looks so glamorous, but is so ruthless when he takes action?
Before she could think any further, Dongfang Jing had already casually tossed the severed head aside and handed Bloody Mary and the identity token to her.
"Please help me register."
After saying that, he didn't linger and resolutely walked into the gates of the hellish killing field.
The woman in black veil stared blankly at Dongfang Jing's retreating figure.
She had a strange premonition.
From today onwards, this long-silent killing capital is likely to be engulfed in an unprecedented bloodbath.
...
...
Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Purple Star Academy, villa in the back mountain.
The afternoon sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm golden glow on the soft carpet and bathing the entire room in its golden light.
Biji, Xue Di, Bing Di, Wang Qiu'er, A Yin, and Dongfang Yao, six stunningly beautiful women with different styles, were sitting around the coffee table in the room.
On the coffee table between them lay a newly delivered letter.
The envelope was made of ordinary material, but the familiar handwriting on it made the hearts of every woman present race.
It was a letter from Dongfang Jing.
"Quick! Open it and see what your brother wrote!"
Dongfang Yao appeared the most excited; her bright, expressive eyes were filled with anticipation and longing.
For the past six months, although they have been practicing and living together every day, their lives have been quite fulfilling.
But in everyone's heart, there was always worry about the man who was alone away from home.
Brigitte smiled gently, reached out her slender hand, carefully opened the envelope, and took out the letter inside.
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