Qian Renshang circulated his soul power, unleashing his full mental strength.
In an instant, an invisible force spread outwards from him, like a vast, invisible net, enveloping the entire Killing City.
Under his powerful mental perception, every corner, every battle, every figure hidden in the shadows was exposed, all within his sight.
He saw, in a corner of the city, a group of people were frantically attacking a wounded man, just to snatch the meager amount of food he held.
In a narrow alley, two slightly stronger soul masters were locked in a life-or-death struggle, surrounded by cheering onlookers whose eyes gleamed with bloodlust, as if this battle were the most beautiful feast in the world.
And there were some mysterious forces hidden in the shadows, plotting an even greater conspiracy, preparing to seize more benefits and power in this chaotic Killing City.
Qian Renshang frowned slightly, inwardly marveling at the cruelty and madness of this Killing City.
But he knew full well that his purpose in coming here was to use the environment to accumulate the soul and malice required for the ninth trial of the Fallen Angel's divine position.
"It seems that what I need is not lacking here."
Qian Renshang muttered to himself, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He withdrew his spiritual power and slowly descended onto a dilapidated tower.
This tower was the highest point in the area, allowing him to observe the movements of the entire Slaughter City.
As soon as Qian Renshang landed, he sensed several malicious gazes directed at him. A slight smirk appeared on his lips.
"Perfect timing. Let you be my first harvest in this Slaughter City."
Sure enough, not long after, a group of people charged menacingly towards the tower.
Leading them was a burly man with a hideous scar on his face, wielding a massive battle axe, the blade still stained with undried blood.
"Kid, this tower is my territory! How dare you trespass!
If you know what's good for you, get lost, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
The burly man brandished his battle axe, speaking menacingly.
Qian Renshang remained calm, coldly observing the group, and said, "You think you can make me leave?"
Seeing Qian Renshang's arrogance, the burly man was enraged.
"Brothers, get him! Chop this reckless brat into mincemeat!"
At the burly man's command, the crowd pounced on Qian Renshang like hungry wolves.
Qian Renshang remained calm, standing still and patiently waiting for them to approach.
When they were only a few steps away, he suddenly moved.
His figure flashed, weaving through the crowd like a ghost, each strike accompanied by a scream.
In the blink of an eye, the leading figures fell to the ground, their fates unknown.
The burly man was startled, but being a seasoned veteran of the Killing City, he quickly regained his composure.
He brandished his battle axe and charged towards Qian Renshang, attempting to defeat him with sheer force.
Qian Renshang, seeing the burly man charging, neither dodged nor evaded.
He clenched his right fist, gathering a powerful surge of soul energy.
Just as the burly man's battle axe was about to strike him, he unleashed a powerful punch, striking the axe blade squarely.
With a deafening boom, the burly man felt an overwhelming force surge from the axe blade. His hands went numb, and the battle axe nearly flew from his grasp.
He was also thrown back several steps by the force.
"You...who exactly are you?"
"And how could you use soul power in the City of Slaughter?"
The burly man stared at Qian Renshang in terror, a sense of foreboding rising within him.
He had seen many powerful figures in the City of Slaughter, but he had never seen anyone as young as Qian Renshang possess such formidable strength.
Qian Renshang did not answer his questions, but instead walked step by step towards the burly man.
With each step, his aura intensified.
(End of Chapter)
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