The atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena had become oppressive to the extreme. Everyone held their breath and looked toward the entrance passage. Even the most frenzied fallen ones felt a tremor rising from the depths of their souls.
Heavy footsteps drew nearer, each one seeming to stamp upon everyone's heartbeat. At last, a tall figure appeared at the end of the passage and slowly entered the arena.
It was a man clad in dark crimson armor, with two horns growing from his head and a face as savage as a demon's! A terrifying killing intent, almost tangible, radiated from his body. His blood-red eyes swept across the stands, and no one dared meet his gaze! His aura had clearly reached the peak of a Titled Douluo, even... touching the threshold of godhood!
The ruler of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter!
Of course, Ling Yun knew that the one before him was not the true King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, but a puppet parasitized and controlled by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King. Yet the power he possessed was undeniably terrifying!
"Measuring Heaven..." The King of Slaughter's voice was hoarse and imposing, like metal scraping against metal. "You are very good. One hundred consecutive victories, with only the final step remaining. As long as you can last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn under my hands, you may obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain and leave the City of Slaughter."
Last for an incense stick's time? The fallen ones in the stands sucked in a breath of cold air. Last that long under the King of Slaughter? That was even more difficult than winning one hundred consecutive battles! The King of Slaughter's strength was unfathomable!
Ling Yun looked at the King of Slaughter, his gaze