With the Bloody Mary he seized, Tianlin easily entered the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Inside, the air was thick with blood. The two divine-level martial souls in Tianlin's body reacted—Holy Spirit Pearl disgusted, Demon Sword excited.
The Demon Sword wasn't a righteous weapon, only used for good by Murong Ziying and Jing Tian. It could convert resentment, hatred, and fighting spirit into strength. For it, this place was paradise.
"I want to register," Tianlin threw his ID on the counter.
The attendant, a puppet-like woman, took it emotionlessly. "Number 9527. Nine have signed up; you're the tenth. You'll be in the next match."
He sat in the stands to wait. In the arena, three people were left standing among four bodies.
The arena was surrounded by magma—three of the ten had already been incinerated.
The last winner, a cold-looking man with a Meteor Hammer martial soul, showed no mercy even as his opponent begged, smashing him into the magma.
"Let's congratulate 6778 on his twelfth win!"
As the crowd cheered for this strongman, Tianlin's number was called for the next match.
"Not bad—just arrived and already on stage," Tianlin smiled, attracting everyone's attention. Not because he looked strong, but because he had almost no killing intent.
"This kid probably never liked killing," everyone thought.
Many here were forced to kill for survival, not out of bloodlust. Killing a lot didn't mean heavy killing intent.
Tianlin was neither type—his aura was bright and sunny. Why had he come here?
"If you won't fight, I won't hold back. Shadow Sword!" In an instant, Tianlin's Demon Sword beheaded one man.
The man was only a Soul Ancestor. Even if soul skills were usable, he'd still be nothing before Tianlin.
Tianlin quickly realized—while soul ring skills were blocked, self-created skills, soul bones, innate skills, and domains were unaffected.
Coincidentally, Tianlin had them all. Today, the arena was his playground.
"He has an innate skill—kill him first!" a burly man shouted. In Slaughter City, innate skills or domains were feared—without soul rings, they gave an unfair edge.
The other eight all charged Tianlin.
" Slaughter All Beings!" Tianlin used the Seven Kill Sword to fend off three weapon users, then stabbed straight at the defensive Tortoise martial soul.
People sneered—attacking a defensive type was foolish. Even without soul skills, their armor was tough.
But to Tianlin, the defense was useless. His Demon Sword pierced the shell effortlessly; its real damage ignored defense.
He cut down the Tortoise user, then swept the blade to bisect him and another who tried to sneak up.
Then, with a spin, he slit four throats in a row.
In a single exchange, six of the eight attackers fell—stunning the crowd. This guy barely had killing intent, but his efficiency was terrifying!
"Seven Kill Sword..." murmured the Slaughter King from the shadows.
Though not Tang Chen, but a puppet of the Scarlet Bat King, he retained some of Tang Chen's memories.
Sword Douluo had been among the strongest after the three top Ultimate Douluos. How could he not recognize this sword technique?
"So, the boy is Sword Douluo's disciple," the Slaughter King thought.
"Match over. Number 9527 wins!"
Tianlin's first match ended with no survivors but him. The other two left were also Soul Emperors, but without soul skills, they were no match.
Even the veiled woman was surprised—she didn't expect someone with so little killing intent to fight so cleanly.
With a strong martial soul and refined swordplay, even with little bloodlust, Tianlin was invincible here.
And this was only his first day. With more battles, his only weakness would soon be gone.
"A storm is coming to the Hell Slaughter Arena," the veiled maiden said as she left. She knew Tianlin had never needed her protection.