If I could find a way to eradicate souls here, that would be even more perfect.

Even if Dragon Willow Villa really did have cultivators from the Demon Path stationed here, leveraging the darkness of the night, I could easily kill him with the powers of the Dark God and the Sea Divine Power...

Of course, there was also the possibility that I had guessed wrong, and those talismans weren't Soul Suppressing Talismans or Soul Extinguishing Talismans or anything of the sort.

But fortune favors the bold, and Duge didn't have the luxury of clarifying the true meaning of these talismans. Missing this opportunity, it would be difficult to find another one as good as this.

The risks that ought to be taken, still had to be taken...

...

Since killing was an option, Duge naturally didn't bother being courteous with this scum any longer.

He stealthily took out a Protector, took his side blade, found a piece of black cloth to cover his face, leaving only his eyes exposed, and slipped into the fighting arena again.

Coming up behind a potbellied merchant, Duge raised his blade and swung it forcefully toward the man's neck.

The merchant, his eyes fixed on the fighting arena, didn't even turn his head before his was decapitated by Duge, his blood spurting high into the air, splashing everywhere.

The spray drenched those nearby on their heads and faces.

Screams erupted instantly.

But the screams mingled with the chaos in the fighting arena. The spectators in the front rows had no idea what had transpired behind them and continued to clap and cheer loudly...

Duge swept his gaze over the few who were frozen in shock, his long blade swinging, carving open their bellies, allowing them to fall to the ground, screaming in agony.

"Murder!"

Finally, someone cried out.

The hysterical voice attracted the attention of many.

When they turned around and saw the brutal scene, and Duge with blood all over his face, they were stunned for a moment before frantically rushing toward the arena's main gate.

Their guards and the arena's Protectors leaped into action, surrounding Duge.

"Hehehehe, I clawed my way out of hell just to kill all of you beasts. No one's escaping tonight; I'll make you endure the most excruciating punishment in this world..." Duge lowered his voice, laughing eerily, ignoring the Protectors closing in, brandishing his blade as he entered the panicked, fleeing crowd.

With each swing of his arm, he either slashed a throat or carved open a belly...

"Cry, scream, struggle. Tonight, Dragon Willow Villa is your hell, and everyone here will die..." Duge sneered, relishing the rapid boost to his attributes as he moved through the crowd, using their bodies as shields, his blade's speed increasing.

Those guards had better lightness skills than Duge, but reluctant to injure their own masters, their movements were inevitably tentative...

In the blink of an eye.

More than a dozen people lay in pools of blood, writhing and screaming, begging the people around them for help.

"Save me!"

"Help me!"

But how could those fleeing spare any thought for them? Some even stepped on their bodies, still desperate to escape.

...

"Stop it!" The overseer in charge of the arena was going mad, shrieked hysterically, "Whose number did this guy run out from? Ding Chang, what are you waiting for? Kill him now. If he keeps killing, we are all dead..."

Duge's figure was that of a child, and the overseer mistook him for a slave who had escaped from the arena, not considering any other possibility.

At that moment, the children who were fighting in the arena stopped, staring blankly at Duge making a massacre outside, a fervent light in their eyes as they emitted roar after roar.

The quick-witted among them were already using their weapons to hack at the chains on the outside of their cages.

Clang!

A crisp metallic collision.

It was Ding Chang, the most skilled in martial arts, who had broken through the crowd and approached Duge, raising his blade to strike at him.

Duge lifted his blade to block, but clearly, his blade was of inferior quality to Ding Chang's.

A massive force transmitted from Ding Chang's hands, as their blades met, Duge's was snapped in two.

Ding Chang's blade continued on its downward path.

Duge leaped backward but collided with the crowd, unable to dodge; a long gash was sliced across his chest, blood streaming out.

Ding Chang's cold eyes settled on Duge, "This ends now."

"Hmph!"

Duge snorted and, with the broken blade, slashed at the groin of a nearby person, splitting his troubles in two, and followed with an upward slice that split open his lower abdomen.

In Ding Chang's eyes, which were nearly splitting with rage, Duge's wounds closed at a miraculous speed.

Ding Chang stiffened in shock.

Among the crowd, a young nobleman, splendidly dressed, witnessed this scene. His pupils dilated as he yelled, "Evil Demon, he's an Evil Demon. Decapitate him. Without beheading him, he cannot be killed..."