Wang Chen's ruthless slaughter on the outskirts naturally drew the attention of the Law Enforcement Team.
In the outskirts of the Slaughter City, there was still some semblance of order, maintained by the Law Enforcement Team, whose job was to protect those who handed in their Bloody Mary.
There were three such teams in total, each led by a Titled Douluo.
Moreover, these individuals were different from others. They had "permissions" that allowed them to use soul skills—a privilege typically reserved for the Slaughter God.
When the nearest team arrived and saw the scene, they couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.
This... this was horrifying!
Everyone swallowed hard and instinctively looked at their captain.
What kind of place was the Slaughter City?
It was a place where the aura of killing permeated every moment, every day.
They had long grown numb to such things.
But today's scene sent a chill rising from their feet straight to their skulls.
The Titled Douluo leading the team also swallowed hard.
In just ten minutes, this youth had killed hundreds of attackers, emerging unscathed!
His entire body radiated a dazzling amber light, yet it wasn't a light attribute and didn't directly counter the fallen ones.
But he relied solely on his fists, feet, and elbows to brutally kill these hundreds of people. The methods were horrifyingly cruel!
The residents of the outer city were generally weak; otherwise, they wouldn't be stuck there.
The captain could have killed such people as well, but only if he used soul skills. Without them, it would have taken much longer.
There was no way he could have done it as effortlessly as this boy.
When they saw Wang Chen's "soul rings," the group gasped again.
So young and already a Soul Sage?
As for why all his soul rings were "yellow" century-level ones, they didn't overthink it.
Even a fool could tell it was a disguise!
All century-level rings? Absolutely impossible!
"Young man, please show your identity badge!"
The Titled Douluo captain, though shocked, still adhered to protocol.
Protecting the residents was conditional—they must not instigate trouble. If they did and were killed, so be it.
This was why the Law Enforcement Team had stood by for so long, watching.
When hundreds of people attack one person simultaneously, there was no need to guess who the troublemakers were.
Hearing this, Wang Chen was slightly surprised.
These people didn't immediately attack him?
"Identity badge? What's that?"
Wang Chen instinctively asked. He genuinely had no idea what an identity badge was.
Hearing his words, the group's expressions changed. They looked at Wang Chen with a mix of confusion and disbelief.
A resident of the Slaughter City not knowing what an identity badge was?
Was he from the Spirit Hall?
Even if he were, someone from the Spirit Hall would surely know what this was, right?
"Didn't the envoy tell you?"
The Titled Douluo captain asked, puzzled.
The guide was responsible for explaining the Slaughter City's rules to newcomers and protecting them for a day. In all these years, there had never been an issue.
What was going on today?
As long as Wang Chen had an identity badge proving he was a newcomer, even with such a massive commotion, it wouldn't concern the Law Enforcement Team.
But if he didn't have one, things would get serious.
"Envoy?"
"Your guide—the King of Slaughter's envoy!"
Finally understanding what they were referring to, Wang Chen spoke truthfully, "She was killed by me."
The group froze, their expressions blank. Gradually, their numbness turned into a mix of shock and intrigue, their pupils contracting.
Wait!
This boy killed the King of Slaughter's envoy?
Then how was he still alive?
Most of those who entered the Slaughter City were heinous criminals. Naturally, when faced with a beautiful envoy, many would have... thoughts.
Though most weren't a match for the envoy, there were always a few exceptions—rare individuals who could defeat the envoy.
In such cases, the King of Slaughter typically didn't intervene unless the envoy was killed. Otherwise, it was none of his concern.
To him, wasn't this exactly what he wanted?
Desire—it drove the entirety of the Slaughter City.
The group fell silent for a moment. They exchanged glances, gripping their weapons a bit tighter.
Suddenly, the Titled Douluo captain pointed to the ground near Wang Chen's feet and said, "Isn't that your identity badge?"
Every resident of the Slaughter City had their own identity badge. It represented their status, regardless of its origin.
The group looked at their captain in confusion, slightly dazed.
Wasn't their usually upright and principled captain acting a little strange?
Could someone who had cultivated to the level of Titled Douluo be a fool?
This boy had killed the King of Slaughter's envoy and was still alive—that already spoke volumes.
By giving both sides a way out, today's events could be treated as though they never happened.
Upon hearing this, Zhongli, who was brewing tea, exchanged a glance with the King of Slaughter. Both of their eyes twitched slightly, but they said nothing.
But how could Wang Chen understand any of this?
"That's not my identity badge..."
"Take a closer look."
"I don't have an identity badge..."
"Kill him!"
The Titled Douluo couldn't take it anymore. With a wave of his hand, he shouted angrily.
Since this kid wasn't cooperating, they would handle it according to the rules.
Though this boy was powerful, a Soul Sage with an unknown background in the outside world, this was the Slaughter City. If the sky fell, the King of Slaughter would bear it.
"Yes!"
Upon receiving the command, the team members launched themselves at Wang Chen.
Their current status was a result of once being the elites of the inner city, chosen for their extraordinary strength. Only such individuals were qualified to become subordinates of the King of Slaughter.
Wang Chen's expression turned serious. These opponents were not the same as the ones he had faced earlier; they were far stronger, significantly so.
"Kill!"
The King of Slaughter, watching the scene unfold, sneaked a glance at Zhongli. This mighty figure's protégé was truly... something else.
Was this his nature, or did he have a hidden card up his sleeve?
Come to think of it, Wang Chen's biggest card was sitting right across from him.
"I really can't handle this powerhouse. Maybe I should let Tang Chen out to test the waters?"
Just as this thought crossed his mind, the Dark-Gold Bat immediately dismissed it.
A terrifying entity who didn't even take the Asura and Rakshasa Gods seriously—what would Tang Chen amount to?
It feared that not only would it fail to outsmart this situation, but it might also end up losing more than it bargained for.
The Titled Douluo crossed his arms and watched. With so many of his subordinates attacking Wang Chen, he believed it should be enough.
However, as the battle progressed, he began to feel uneasy.
It seemed his subordinates couldn't break through Wang Chen's defenses.
Wait a second—how was this possible? A mere Soul Sage? What gave him the ability to withstand the attacks of so many elites?
Even he, as a Titled Douluo, would struggle against so many opponents simultaneously. If soul skills weren't allowed, he would have no choice but to flee.
Hold on. Soul skills?
"How is this kid using soul skills???"
The Titled Douluo was utterly dumbfounded, and his subordinates were equally shocked.
Wasn't this ability exclusive to them and the Slaughter God?
This boy didn't even possess the Slaughter God Domain, so how could he be using soul skills?!