Douluo: Martial Soul Nine-Tailed Fox, I am the White Fox Emperor

In their view, Hu Bai's previous victories might have been achieved through some strange and opportunistic means.

A guy who wouldn't even dare to drink Bloody Mary must be weak at heart.

However, he could never finish his full sarcastic remark.

"Pfft!"

It was another familiar, crisp popping sound.

To everyone's horror, the head of the burly, fleshy-faced Fallen man exploded without warning, just like the men on the arena before him.

Scalding blood and brain matter splattered all over the face of a degenerate man who was drinking opposite him.

The unlucky fellow froze instantly, standing stiffly in place, still holding the wine glass in his hand, the warm, viscous liquid slowly sliding down his cheek.

He...he got his face splattered with brain matter?

The area around the bar fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

Killing someone over a mere disagreement?
And in such a bizarre and incomprehensible way!
Keep in mind, this is the rest area outside the Hellish Killing Arena! To make a move here is an open provocation against the order of the Killing City!

There's a default rule here: when you come here to have a drink at the 'tavern,' no conflicts are allowed!

What terrified them even more was that this young man in white seemed to have no energy depletion whatsoever!
There is a rule in the City of Slaughter that everyone knows: not only are soul rings and soul skills sealed here, but the recovery speed of their own soul power and mental power is also suppressed to an extremely slow level!

This is the fundamental reason why Tang San in the original novel spent two full years in the City of Slaughter, yet his soul power level barely improved.

Its purpose is to suppress the cultivation of these fallen individuals and prevent them from advancing too quickly.

But what about this boy in front of me?

He instantly killed nine people on the arena, and now he casually killed a Soul King-level expert.

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, as if he had merely crushed an ant, his spiritual power seemed inexhaustible!
Is this...is this even human?!

Hu Bai slowly withdrew his gaze, not even glancing at the headless corpse lying on the ground.

He turned his gaze back to the Killer, whose face had turned somewhat pale, his tone remaining calm.

"rule?"

He smiled softly.

"Right now, I don't want to drink, and that's the rule."

"Do you have any opinion?"

Arrogant!

Extreme arrogance!
But in the face of absolute, overwhelming power, such arrogance becomes a matter of course.

The killer's chest heaved violently; she desperately wanted to lash out and have this person captured.

But reason told her she couldn't.

Putting aside whether the other Slaughterers could defeat this boy, the Pope standing behind him alone was someone she, and indeed the entire Slaughter City, could not easily offend.

Finally, after receiving a telepathic message from the King of Slaughter, she managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "Please, do as you please."

After saying that, she didn't look at Hu Bai again and turned to leave.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would lose control of her fear and become uncontrollable.

As the Slaughterer withdrew, the way the Fallen Ones looked at Hu Bai completely changed.

It was a complex gaze, a mixture of fear, awe, and even a hint of worship.

In this world that only recognizes the strong, Hu Bai earned respect for himself in the most direct and domineering way.

From this day forward, in this city of slaughter, he is the one person you absolutely cannot mess with!
"Brother, you're amazing!" Hu Liena's eyes were sparkling; she adored her brother to the extreme. Xie Yue also looked incredibly proud.

Hu Bai simply smiled faintly, then turned and left with the two, leaving behind a mess in front of the bar and a group of trembling, degenerates.

He doesn't need to follow any of the rules here.

Because, from the moment he stepped into this city.

His words are the rule!

Hu Bai dared to openly challenge the ironclad rules of the Killing City, naturally because he had absolute confidence.

His confidence stems from his insight into human nature and his absolute self-confidence in his own abilities.

According to the original novel, the King of Slaughter harbored a deep-seated fear of the two killing gods who emerged from this place—Bibi Dong and Tang Hao.

He would never want to have a direct confrontation with a god of war at the peak of his power, especially the Pope of the Spirit Hall, unless absolutely necessary.

Theoretically speaking, Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter and a level 99 Peerless Douluo powerhouse, should not be afraid of Bibi Dong and Tang Hao.

But the Nine-Headed Blood Bat King was afraid!
Although he has taken over Tang Chen's body, he is not yet able to fully control its power.

Hu Bai and the other two are Bibi Dong's disciples, a fact that the King of Slaughter must be fully aware of.

He also knew that these three little guys were there to gain experience, not to stay permanently.

Given this, offending Bibi Dong for a few cheap drinks is not a worthwhile deal no matter how you look at it.

Therefore, Hu Bai concluded that as long as he didn't go too far, the King of Slaughter would most likely turn a blind eye.

Of course, there's always a chance of something going wrong.

What if the King of Slaughter suddenly loses his mind and insists on challenging him to a duel?
Hu Bai said he wasn't flustered at all.

Don't forget that he also carries a powerful weapon—the "Arena of Life and Death," which can be activated by sacrificing a divine artifact.

With his current strength, if he were to sacrifice the power of an ordinary divine artifact, as long as the other party had not yet become a god, they would be forcibly dragged into his domain without a doubt!

In the arena of life and death, he is invincible!
The evil god's protection has been broken? No problem.

He has many magical artifacts that can provide him with a continuous source of energy.

The artifact of destiny can even alter the flow of time within the arena, making it possible to freeze time altogether.

It can be said that his life-or-death arena is more than one level stronger than the original Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!
Two days later.

The Slaughterer appeared once again in front of the three's stone house.

This time, however, she was much more respectful, and didn't even dare to meet Hu Bai's eyes.

"Mr. Xie Yue, your first life-or-death arena match has been arranged."

Inside the Hellish Slaughter Arena.

The atmosphere was completely different from two days ago.

When Xie Yue stepped onto the arena, the crazed fallen ones in the stands fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Their gazes unconsciously drifted towards the front row of the audience, to the silver-haired boy who was resting with his eyes closed.

White-Clad Killer!
Xie Yue is the older brother of the White-Clad Killer God!

This made everyone put away their contempt.

On the arena, Xie Yue's nine opponents were all on high alert.

Unlike the bald, burly man from last time, they didn't step forward to provoke him. Instead, they exchanged a glance and silently formed a semi-encircling formation, surrounding Xie Yue in the middle.

(End of this chapter)