Chapter 503

This was because Wang Feng was like the Grim Reaper in every match or encirclement, quietly harvesting lives without any exceptions.

And the 15 meters around Wang Feng was also known as the White-clothed Hell!

In the 27 matches, no one was able to break through the White-clothed Hell and truly attack Wang Feng!

Thus, in the Hell Slaughterhouse, as this year passed, there was a saying: As long as one could pass through the White-clothed Hell, they would be able to defeat the White-clothed Grim Reaper!

In this year, Wang Feng actually had a very comfortable time … It was even more comfortable than when he was in the Extreme North.

Soul masters who couldn't use soul skills were simply as easy as chopping vegetables for him.

"Didn't I train so hard just to torture my enemies? Didn't I just want to pursue the pleasure of crushing my opponents? "

Wang Fengxin thought, "The key is that I can still train at the same time."

Especially in the Capital of Massacre, there was no burden.

There was basically no need for any battle of wits! Because there was no chance for a battle of wits! Without soul skills, he could only rely on normal attacks and various killing techniques.

However, even after a year of killing.

Wang Feng's aura still didn't change much!

Logically speaking, after killing so many people, going through so many matches, and staying in the inner city for a long time, he would be infected with all kinds of killing intent and evil aura.

His temperament would also become colder and more bloodthirsty.

But Wang Feng didn't change at all. He was dressed in white, as if he was a lonely guest, and seemed incompatible with the Capital of Massacre.

This was also one of the reasons why Wang Feng was called the White-clothed Grim Reaper.

In legends, the Grim Reaper mostly wore a black robe, looking cold and lonely, exuding the aura of death.

The White-clothed Grim Reaper was different. He just stood there, untainted, like a god in the world, but countless people in the inner city were infatuated with him!

That elegant posture, that terrifying strength, that arrogant temperament …

It was simply like a strong drug, stimulating countless women in the inner city.

In this inner city world filled with fallen people, the White-clothed Grim Reaper was too unique. Such a strange expert had never appeared in the Capital of Massacre!

But Wang Feng did know the reason.

The killing intent and evil aura he was infected with were all absorbed by the Dark Angel Martial Soul.

Coupled with his current physique, he wouldn't be affected by the Massacre City at all. As long as the Dark Angel martial soul didn't possess him, he wouldn't experience any changes.

On this day, Wang Feng went out again.

With his strength and status, he naturally lived in an extremely good house. However, there were still two Mysterious Underworld Spikes hanging outside the door, guarding it.

It couldn't be helped. There were too many people who sent themselves to their deaths every day, especially at night.

Many women in the inner city wanted to get close to Wang Feng and spend the night with him, the God of Death in white. In the beginning, when night fell, they all stood outside Wang Feng's room and looked up. Some even directly rushed in.

Wang Feng didn't even have a moment of peace while he was cultivating. Then, he controlled the sharp blade formed by the Mysterious Underworld Spike and placed it outside the door.

Whoever dared to take a step forward would die immediately!

What kind of joke was this? Even among these women, there might be some who were relatively clean. But was Wang Feng that kind of person?

Obviously not!

Therefore, he guarded the two Xuan Ming Spikes outside the door as a deterrent. Whoever came would die.

Who cares if you're a man or a woman?

After walking out of the door, the smell of decay and depravity in the inner city didn't disappear.

The visitors from the Massacre City didn't decrease because of this, because the various crimes on the continent wouldn't stop.

Familiar sounds of pleasure came to his ears.

Wang Feng smiled. Although the mask covered his eyes and he couldn't see clearly. However, he could clearly sense the live sex palace that was playing out every day.

It was no different from seeing with his eyes. In fact, it was even clearer …

At the beginning, Wang Feng still had some feelings when he looked at it, but then the Dark Angel martial soul throbbed.

The more he looked, the faster one of the blood traces on the Dark Angel martial soul evolved and appeared. This made Wang Feng think that it was some kind of f * cking Y-swing martial soul.

However, after looking for a long time, his interest decreased a lot.

It was like watching too many movies, so he didn't feel anything.

When Wang Feng walked out of the room.

"The God of Death in white is out!"

Someone seemed to cry out in surprise.

Wang Feng casually glanced to the side. At the corner of the street, there was a man and a woman who were acting out a scene.

The woman on the man seemed to feel the gaze of the God of Death in white. Her face immediately flushed red. She raised her head and screamed in a high and excited voice.

"Ahhh … It's the God of Death in white! It feels so good … "

The man on the other side of the woman: "… Bitch! F * ck, after doing it for so long, you don't feel anything like a zombie. After being looked at by him, you're so nervous that you directly threw him away? "

The man was extremely angry, but he also felt deeply helpless.

Wang Feng: "…"

Sorry, sorry to disturb you.

Wang Feng shook his head and directly walked towards the Hell's Slaughterhouse in the distance. At the same time, he thought: Could this be the legendary "whoever you stare at will be high C"?

After resting for a few days and studying the Dark Angel martial soul, Wang Feng naturally continued to go to the Hell's Slaughterhouse.

However, when he was at the door, Wang Feng met two people.

One was Hu Liena, and the other was Xiao San.

Wang Feng's footsteps paused slightly.

He found that after the ten victories, almost every battle had the figure of Xiao San and Hu Liena.

Obviously, he had been noticed by them.

Wang Feng would occasionally go and watch the battles between the two of them.

Because Hu Liena's martial soul had mutated, not only was her physical fitness very strong, but she could also charm the enemy with her killing moves. Very few people could resist Hu Liena's attacks. There was almost no situation like Xiao San who cultivated the Purple Demon Eyes to resist the charm.

And that pair of eyes that could charm people's souls made Hu Liena also known as the Hell's Emissary. She specialized in seducing people's souls.

Not to mention Xiao San, who was now known as the Asura King in the Hell's Slaughterhouse. With hidden weapons and various Tang Sect martial skills, he was extremely destructive in both one-on-one and in groups. At present, his popularity in the Slaughterhouse was second only to the God of Death in the Slaughterhouse.

Hu Liena had won 26 matches, only one match behind Wang Feng.

Tang San had won 25 matches, only one match behind Hu Liena.

However, Wang Feng and Tang San had caught up with them later. This was because the later the competition, the harder it was to arrange the schedule, because there were very few opponents to reach their level of victory.

Often, it would take a few days to arrange a match.

The inner city was actually very big. Wang Feng estimated that there were at least hundreds of thousands of people in this city.

Or even more.

In fact, there were many people who came to the Slaughterhouse every day.

Because the God of Death was too popular, there were naturally more people who came to watch.

Many people did not come for anything else but to see what the God of Death in White looked like.

In addition, there were also people who wanted to see if there was anyone who could rush out of the Hell in White and walk in front of the God of Death in White.

Wang Feng and the two of them passed by each other.

"God of Death in White!"

At this time, Tang San suddenly called out to Wang Feng. "Your opponent today is very special. You may be in danger."

(End of Chapter)