Chapter 60: The Ambush Outside the Arena—Killing Tang Cheng
A thought lingered in Dugu Feng's mind—if the King of Slaughter was indeed preparing to act, then the time to reveal his own hand had come as well.
Why should he fear being discovered anymore?
"I've been in the City of Slaughter long enough. My preparations are complete. It's time to reach one hundred victories quickly.
From sixty to a hundred—it's not just strength that matters, but how I play against the King of Slaughter himself."
His face was calm, eyes dark and deep. He had already thought through every possibility.
Days later.
Outside the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Tang Cheng had just finished another match, bringing his winning streak to eighty-five.
He walked out expressionlessly—the fight had hardly cost him any effort.
His nine opponents had been crushed to pulp beneath his Haotian Hammer.
It was a scene he had grown entirely accustomed to.
Only fifteen more victories. Then, like his idol, he could set foot on the Road of Hell.
Excitement surged in his heart.
There was no longer anyone in the City of Slaughter who could match him.
What unsettled him, however, was how slowly his matches were being arranged.
If not for that, he would have already reached a hundred wins.
As he strode down the dark street, something made him stop suddenly. His eyes flicked left and right, and without hesitation, he stepped back the way he came.
Bang! Bang!
Dozens, then hundreds of figures surged out from the shadows, blocking the arena gates completely.
A moment ago, they had been spectators—quietly watching his match.
Now it was clear—they hadn't come to observe his fight, but to target him.
Tang Cheng turned back toward the street, eyes narrowing.
From both sides came the sound of chaotic footsteps.
From the alleys, from the darkened streets, black masses of people flowed in, closing in around him.
His heart trembled slightly. Who? Who could mobilize so many against me?
Surely not the King of Slaughter—if the King wanted him dead, he would not need such theatrics.
Cold, bloodthirsty killing intent burst from Tang Cheng's body like a tidal wave as the Haotian Hammer appeared in his hand.
Any sign of fear would ignite the mob and tear him to pieces.
To live, he had to kill his way out.
Among the crowd, Mo Li's heart pounded wildly. Nearly two thousand men had gathered tonight.
Whether the plan succeeded or not, this would shake the entire City of Slaughter.
He could barely believe it himself—the once-untouchable Tang Cheng, their target tonight.
Tang Cheng… I couldn't even imagine standing before you before, but now—I'll be the one to end you!
His heart roared with madness.
Under the light of the purple moon, countless weapons gleamed—blades, spears, axes, spiked clubs, even bows.
A chaotic sea of arms and metal bristled around the hammer wielder.
Many of the fighters were gaunt, underfed—inexperienced recruits from the outer city.
But after being given blood and Bloody Mary, even they showed no fear.
"Who are you?!"
Tang Cheng's voice thundered like an explosion. His shout shook the air itself.
"Your grandmother!"
Mo Li roared back at the top of his lungs, unleashing his lifetime's rage. He had to shatter the fear in his men's hearts.
"Your grandmother!" hundreds echoed in unison, charging forward as one maddened tide.
"Kill!"
"Cut him down!"
"Loose the arrows!"
More leaders bellowed their commands, their war cries suppressing fear with frenzy.
In an instant, chaos erupted—arrows rained, blades clashed, blood sprayed.
Hidden in a dark corner, Dugu Feng leaned casually against a wall, eyes glinting with quiet satisfaction as he watched the madness unfold.
"Illusory Thousand Mechanisms."
The moment he whispered those words, every attacking soul master's mind ignited.
Their spiritual toxins flared, amplifying the bloodlust in their hearts.
Desire for killing consumed them all.
Yes, he thought coldly, this is the City of Slaughter—let them kill.
The sky turned red with blood as frenzied screams merged into one endless roar.
Even Mo Li and the other commanders, who had planned to hang back once the assault began, found themselves swept away by the same murderous ecstasy.
Of course, Dugu Feng anticipated this. He had triggered their toxicity deliberately.
Now they charged headlong, faster and louder than anyone, leading the blood-crazed assault.
With their leaders all diving forward fearlessly, the mob no longer hesitated.
Thousands surged together, drowning Tang Cheng in a wave of bodies and blood.
The center of the street became a blood-soaked sea. Crimson mist filled the air; gore flecked the pavement; men screamed while hacking each other apart.
Bloodlust turned to madness—there was only one thought left.
Kill the man with the hammer!
As the frenzy reached its height, Dugu Feng suddenly sensed something—movement in the distance.
From a nearby alley, more than ten men burst into view, charging straight into the crowd, cutting down attackers left and right.
Their target was clear—Tang Cheng.
That alley… wasn't that where he lived?
So these must be Tang Cheng's followers.
Dugu Feng had expected them to scatter once their leader was besieged, but instead, these men rushed in like moths to flame, desperate to save him.
His eyes sharpened. He would not allow interference.
"Illusory Thousand Mechanisms—Jade Phosphor Twelve Fingers!"
He moved. Tang Cheng could not be allowed to live.
His attack focused on one particular fighter—a soul master wielding a long blade.
That weapon looked familiar.
Memory struck him. During his first spirit ring hunt, Xiahou Yu of the Xiahou Family had died wielding the exact same sword.
And now—this man's martial soul was identical.
So, a vassal of the Haotian Sect after all. No wonder their loyalty ran this deep.
By the time Dugu Feng neared, the dozen rescuers were all dead save for the blade-wielder.
Covered in blood, the man—likely a Soul Elder—fought desperately. Without soul skills, even his domineering blade soul couldn't save him against a thousand opponents.
"Leave him alive," Dugu Feng commanded coldly, striding forward.
The wounded man looked up, eyes widening.
"You—it's you! You're the one after Boss Cheng!" His voice was filled with despair.
Of course he recognized the face of the Poison Demon King—sixty straight victories had made him infamous throughout the city.
If Dugu Feng was here, that meant his leader's fate was sealed.
Even if Tang Cheng survived the assault, the poison would finish him.
Gritting his teeth, the man raised his sword and drew it across his own throat—only for Dugu Feng's finger strike to blast the blade from his hand.
"In front of me, you die only when I choose."
Smiling faintly, Dugu Feng grabbed the wounded man and dragged him into a nearby room.
He hadn't come here simply to kill tonight.
He had questions—about why Tang Cheng had appeared in the City of Slaughter, and about the truth behind the fall of the Haotian Sect.
(END CHAPTER)
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