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Chapter 332.

Tang Hao looked at his son, unsure of what to say. After all, having grown up together, the bond between Tang San and Wang Feng was arguably even stronger than the one he shared with his father, him. Tang Hao still remembered the events in the Pope's Palace—if it hadn't been for Xiao Feng stepping in, his own fate might have been far worse, and he might not have made it out alive.

"Alright, Xiao San, I won't give up searching for him," Tang Hao said, coughing lightly. "But now, I need to take you somewhere else. Your special training is over, and your martial soul has also evolved, becoming even powerful. With your current strength, you need to gain a true killing aura/intent through battle. Only then will you be complete."

Tang San loosened his clenched fists and nodded gently. "Dad, where are we going?"

"Follow me. It's time to leave this place," Tang Hao replied as he led Tang San out of the forest where they had lived for the past two years, leaving behind the waterfall and the serene spring.

At the same time, far to the north, Wang Feng donned a new mask and a sleek, moon-white robe. It was both simple and elegant, highlighting his tall and slender figure.

Stepping out of the Extreme North, Wang Feng felt slightly uncomfortable. The temperature in the Extreme North had been freezing, and now it felt as though he had walked straight into a furnace. Thankfully, with his current physical state, he quickly adapted to the change in temperature.

Since Wang Feng didn't know the exact location of the Slaughter City, he had to ask around while maintaining a low profile. Eventually, in a small, unremarkable city, he met a beggar who revealed the entrance to the Slaughter City.

According to the beggar, the place wasn't referred to as the "Slaughter City" but rather "The Land of Death." It was said that no soul master who entered it ever came out alive, and if they did, they returned as broken individuals. The beggar himself was one of those unfortunate souls. He had been stripped of his soul power and could no longer cultivate.

The beggar shared that he had once been a Soul Emperor. However, after mistakenly entering the Slaughter City, he had been abandoned at the entrance by a mysterious and terrifying knight, unable to proceed further.

The entrance, the beggar explained, was located in an obscure town. Finding it required a fair amount of luck.

But Wang Feng wasn't one to rely on luck. With his heightened senses, finding the town was relatively easy. His body's attunement to the world around him allowed him to feel the unique energy that pervaded the town as soon as he arrived.

The town, cloaked in a sinister atmosphere, gave Wang Feng a deep sense of unease. Everyone in the streets had cold, predatory expressions, as though they were ready to pounce on any passerby.

For anyone with even the slightest fear, this place would be terrifying enough to make them turn around and flee immediately.

The epicenter of this oppressive atmosphere seemed to be a small tavern in the heart of the town. Without hesitation, Wang Feng walked inside.

The tavern door creaked as it opened, the sound sharp and unsettling, drawing the attention of every soul master in the room. All eyes turned toward Wang Feng.

Despite his attempt to blend in, Wang Feng still stood out. Dressed in his moon-white robe, with a white mask covering his eyes, he resembled a faceless figure. Yet, Wang Feng didn't need his eyes to see—his body's connection to the world around him allowed him to perceive everything in his surroundings with incredible clarity.

This was the power of his body, tempered by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Before stepping inside, Wang Feng had already assessed every soul master in the tavern, gauging their strength, numbers, and even overhearing whispered conversations. Most of the patrons wore cold expressions, speaking in hushed tones. The tavern appeared peaceful on the surface, but Wang Feng could sense the murderous aura emanating from every individual there. These were hardened killers, each with countless lives on their hands.

At that moment, a waiter approached Wang Feng. Dressed in something akin to a good lavish robe, the waiter spoke in a flat, formal tone, devoid of any hint respect.

"Excuse me, how may I assist you?"

Wang Feng didn't bother with pleasantries and replied directly, "Where is the entrance?"

The waiter's expression shifted slightly as he took a closer look at Wang Feng but remained silent.

Around the room, the soul masters' gazes sharpened, intrigued by Wang Feng's boldness.

"Another one who wants to go in and die..."

A soul master muttered with a low chuckle.

It was clear that they were all familiar with the Slaughter City, and this situation wasn't anything new to them.

Soon, the waiter returned to Wang Feng with a glass of wine and said, "Drink it."

The wine was a deep scarlet, exuding a faint, unpleasant pungent smell. It wasn't hard to guess that this wasn't any ordinary beverage. Wang Feng sniffed it briefly and immediately understood—it was blood. But not just any blood. It was a mixture of various human blood types, likely taken from numerous people.

The message was clear, to be allowed entry into the Slaughter City, one had to drink this gruesome concoction.

Wang Feng's mind raced. The most infamous feature of the Slaughter City was the fact that soul masters couldn't use their soul abilities once inside. Their powers were sealed, forcing them to rely entirely on their physical prowess to survive and fight.

Could this glass of wine be tied to that restriction? Could drinking this be what caused the suppression of soul abilities?

The thought passed quickly, and Wang Feng dismissed it. It didn't seem likely. This was probably just a kind of test.

"Don't bother with that," Wang Feng said calmly. "Just tell me where the entrance is."

He wasn't about to be swayed by their ridiculous rules. The Slaughter City was notorious for its lack of rules, after all. Anyone could do whatever they pleased, without restriction.

And besides, Wang Feng had no intention of drinking such filth. With his refined taste, there was no way he'd consume something so repulsive of nature.

Even in the harsh conditions of the Extreme North, Wang Feng had enjoyed self-made ice cream, fresh juices, and the meat of small animals that lived on the outskirts. He wasn't about to lower his standards now.

The waiter was speechless. The other soul masters burst into laughter.

"Look at this little soft-shelled kid, not even fully grown, and he dares to come here looking for the entrance?" one of the soul masters laughed loudly. "Can't even drink a glass of blood! Go home and play in the mud, kid!"

The soul master who had mocked Wang Feng earlier roared with laughter, and the others joined in, pointing and jeering at him. Their laughter seemed to release the oppressive tension in the tavern, and their faces contorted with malice, like a mob ready to commit violence.

But in the next moment, Wang Feng didn't move an inch.

Two flashes of cold light shot out from him, but it wasn't clear where they came from.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The blades of light seemed to have a mind of their own. With incredible speed, they sliced through the air and struck several soul masters across their throats. In the blink of an eye, before the waiter could even comprehend what had happened, the mocking soul masters were dead in a split second. Their eyes were wide in shock, the sneers frozen on their faces as their bodies collapsed to the floor, lifeless.

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