On the other side, after Su Cheng advanced into the outer city, his powerful senses spread out.
Within this city, scenes filled with chaos and slaughter were all reflected in his mind.
Perhaps due to the recent appearance of the King of Slaughter himself, there was no envoy to guide him upon entering the city.
Without lingering or paying any mind to those few individuals attempting a sneak attack, he swiftly moved towards the inner city.
Upon entering the inner city, Su Cheng's expression subtly changed.
He sensed an extremely faint ripple of divine power.
It was an extremely fierce and tyrannical killing divine power, merciless and indifferent to all living things.
Beyond that killing divine power, there lingered a layer of evil and filth, emitting a sinister and eerie divine aura.
"Such a evil divine power..." Su Cheng's gaze darkened slightly.
The characteristics manifested by this ripple of divine power had been greatly diluted and contaminated by the Rakshasa divine power, yet it still displayed a terrifying majesty.
Even his perception was somewhat suppressed in this place.
As expected, its true place of origin should be along the Hell Road, a place whose nature might be similar to the Douluo Hall of Angels and the Sea God's Sea God Pavilion.
"The disparity between a God King and ordinary gods is even greater than I initially expected. However, the Rakshasa God is really something."
Shaking his head, he ceased pondering further. It wasn't the time to consider such matters now.
Just moments ago, he had heard quite a bit about Zhu Zhuqing from several people.
"Eighty-nine consecutive victories? That's quite fast."
Su Cheng's figure turned, heading straight towards the wooden house where Zhu Zhuqing resided.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A violent pounding suddenly echoed, abruptly startling Zhu Zhuqing from her meditation.
Furrowing her brow, she hadn't been disturbed like this in over half a year.
She disliked this place.
Suppressing and dispelling that filthy killing intent had become increasingly difficult.
Staring towards the direction of the incessant knocking on the wooden door, Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, showing no intention of speaking or opening the door.
However, though she made no move, the voice had never stopped.
The banging echoed like a devil's melody, incessantly agitating her mind, making her increasingly restless.
The uncontrollable killing intent began to grow, bit by bit.
Though it was a sealed wooden house, wisps of air currents appeared out of nowhere, condensing into a slightly bloody breeze around her.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The knocking persisted.
Gritting her teeth, a faint crimson light flickered in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
Reaching out, she slashed forward —
"Boom!"
A massive wind blade instantly shattered the wooden door.
Continuing its momentum, it slashed towards the figure behind the door.
But the next moment, it was effortlessly extinguished by a flick of the figure's finger.
"Zhuqing, long time no see. Seems like your temper's grown."
Accompanied by a clear laugh, Su Cheng stepped into the room.
Seeing the wisps of breeze flickering around Zhu Zhuqing and the powerful sharpness exuding from her entire body, Su Cheng's eyes revealed a hint of admiration.
Indeed, she was quite suited for this place.
In this past year, Zhu Zhuqing's growth and achievements had surpassed even his initial expectations.
In terms of innate talent, Zhu Zhuqing naturally couldn't compare to Qian Renxue.
Even though she possessed the Hell White Tiger surpassing even super martial souls, her mental strength was still not enough.
But in terms of resilience and tenacity, Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't lose to anyone.
The Slaughter City held extraordinary significance for her.
After experiencing the trials of this place, her past accumulations would surely integrate and connect.
If it weren't for the King of Slaughter here and this place being contaminated by the Rakshasa God's filth, he might not have wanted to come so early to pick her up.
"...Su Cheng?"
Gazing at the figure standing before her, Zhu Zhuqing murmured softly.
As the killing intent all over her body faded away, the tension that had gripped her for over a year suddenly completely relaxed.
In her eyes, there was even a hint of vulnerability she couldn't suppress.
She was exhausted.
Over a year's time, winning eighty-nine consecutive battles — in the thousand-year history of the Slaughter City, this was nearly an unprecedented record of efficiency.
Almost every four days, she had to engage in battles in the Hell Slaughter Arena, facing opponents including Soul Saints and even Soul Douluo-level experts.
Up to today, her achievements weren't merely about winning a few battles.
Su Cheng didn't speak, just stepping forward slowly, reaching out to embrace her.
Gradually, the innate power flowed out and entered her body.
Nourished by this high-level power, Zhu Zhuqing's meridians, which had been corroded by the blood-colored energy, gradually relaxed.
Only after her body no longer felt so rigid did Su Cheng stop, softly asking, "Are you tired?"
"...," Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, her eyes half-closed, breathing softly.
"Do you regret coming here?"
Regret?
This question was not just for Zhu Zhuqing, but also for himself.
The hint of vulnerability that flashed in her eyes just now didn't escape Su Cheng's gaze.
He had the strength to protect Zhu Zhuqing.
He also had the means to provide her a stable life.
But that wasn't what Zhu Zhuqing wanted.
She had her own choices, her own path.
That wasn't what Su Cheng wanted either.
He was willing to respect her choices; Zhu Zhuqing was not his plaything.
In Su Cheng's view, personal will was above all else.
For enemies, there was no need to be lenient or adhere to righteousness; actions were dictated by one's means.
But for friends and family, he had no right to make decisions for them.
All he could do was guide.
Those who thought they were acting in others' best interests, arranging others' lives as they saw fit, and then taking pride in those actions, were the most repugnant to him.
That wasn't love; it was merely a possessive and controlling obsession, treating the other person as a collectible.
Even in the simulated world, his actions were always methods to achieve his final goals, never proclaiming how selfless he was.
He didn't find any pride in training a genius or a strong individual.
So, whether Zhu Zhuqing vented her anger at him or expressed resentment, he found it understandable.
Because if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't forgive such actions either.
However, their more than twenty years together had left an indelible mark on both their hearts.
Su Cheng also knew that Zhu Zhuqing's feelings for him didn't stem from those so-called sacrifices.
Instead, it came from the deep bond accumulated over twenty years of mutual reliance.
"...Hmph."
After a moment of silence, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes and looked up, sneering disdainfully.
Her gaze was arrogant as she looked askance at Su Cheng. "Regret? Who do you think I am?"
"Oh? Aren't you my little kitty? Did I mistake you for someone else?" Su Cheng asked in mock surprise.
"Su Cheng!" Zhu Zhuqing's brows knitted together, her mood fluctuating, and that uncontrollable killing intent resurfaced.
She grabbed Su Cheng's collar, her pretty face flushing red. "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Such an untamed little wildcat..."
Su Cheng sighed, shaking his head, then wrapped his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's waist, leaning down to capture her soft, red lips.
His tongue brushed against her lips, easily prying them open, then gently exploring between her lips and teeth.
"Mm..."
As he moved, Zhu Zhuqing felt a fine current run through her body.
It gradually penetrated her mind and heart...
Causing her body to tremble involuntarily.
The slight dizziness made her moan softly.
Su Cheng was evidently not satisfied with this.
His tongue extended further, probing deeper, intertwining with hers.
Sweet saliva flowed between their lips and tongues.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft hum, her eyes widened momentarily, her mind blank.
The next moment, she felt a hand slide from her waist down to her firm, round buttocks, kneading them.
The five fingers sank in deeply, causing a slight pain.
But more than that, it brought an indescribable stimulation and tingling sensation.
It made her expectant, yet fearful...
"Mmph—"
Zhu Zhuqing had never experienced such stimulation before, her head tilted back slightly, her snow-white neck tracing a beautiful curve, and a sound almost like a groan escaped from the depths of her throat, her breath becoming unusually hot.
Her half-open eyes gazed at Su Cheng, as if about to drip water, seeming to both plead and desire something.
After a brief struggle, her stiff body gradually softened.
The hands pushing against Su Cheng's chest grew weak, her fingers clutching his collar, more caressing than resisting...
Only after a long time did Su Cheng release her, licking his lips with a look of satisfaction.
Zhu Zhuqing's face was flushed, her eyes evasive, not daring to look at him.
Her voice was slightly hoarse as she mumbled, "Su Cheng, you're becoming more shameless."
Su Cheng chuckled and didn't argue.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's heart was pounding, but the uncontrollable killing intent had subsided significantly.
From before entering the room to now, Su Cheng had done many things.
The constant knocking was to stimulate Zhu Zhuqing's agitation and bring out her killing intent. After entering, he comforted her, helping to dissolve it.
Then, with provocative words, he reignited her anger, only to channel it into desire.
This series of actions wasn't just to satisfy a momentary desire; he wasn't that desperate.
Zhu Zhuqing's progress was too exaggerated, her improvement too significant. Even with her resilient nature, her mind was overly tense.
He still needed to take her to see the Hell Road and experience a deeper level of Asura's killing intent.
If her mindset wasn't properly adjusted and that tension wasn't appropriately relieved, even with his protection, it was hard to say if there wouldn't be any adverse effects.
By wearing down some of her emotions now, the risks later would be greatly reduced.