Hundred Victory Slaughter God, Domain Takes Shape

Hundred Victory Slaughter God, Domain Takes Shape

Hell Slaughter Arena.

The air was as thick as congealed blood. Every breath carried the heavy stench of rust and death. Deafening waves of roars crashed like tangible walls against the lone figure on the arena.

Ling Feng stood at the center. His gray cloak had long since been shredded in countless battles, revealing the tight combat suit beneath, patterned with dark gold markings. He panted lightly, sweat mixed with someone's blood dripping from his sharply defined jaw onto the dark red stone floor, where it instantly evaporated in the heat with a soft hiss. Beneath his feet lay the still-uncongealed pools of blood and remains left behind after his ninety-ninth victory.

The golden Domain of Judgment flickered around him as though breathing, more condensed and more freely controlled than when he had first entered. Within the domain, holy radiance intertwined with black threads of destruction, sealing out the filthy, bloody stench and forming a relatively "clean" space. Each expansion and contraction of the domain reflected his increasingly refined control over Soul Power and Spiritual Power.

His opponents were nine Soul Kings who had struggled in Slaughter City for years, their hands drenched in blood and their auras as ferocious as prehistoric beasts! Their eyes were crimson with a desperate, all-or-nothing madness. From different directions, they shot toward the seemingly exhausted figure at the center like nine poisoned arrows, tearing through the air with their deadly soul skills!

"Die, Judge!"

"Your hundred victories will be our stepping stone!"

"Kill him! Feast on his flesh and Soul Power!"

Amid the roars, blade light, sword shadows, poisonous mist, fireballs, beast claws, bone spikes... all manner of violent attacks instantly swallowed Ling Feng!

The stands had already descended into complete madness! Tens of thousands of eyes stared fixedly at the arena, their roars nearly enough to overturn the bone-piled dome! Everyone knew this would be the Judge's hundredth battle! Would a legend be forged, or would a myth fall?

Within the shadows of a corner, Hu Liena bit her lower lip tightly. Her seductive fox eyes were filled with unprecedented tension and a trace of... concern that even she had not noticed. She had personally witnessed Ling Feng's ninety-nine overwhelming victories, each as miraculous as a divine feat. The domineering, destructive aura of his Domain of Judgment had carved itself deep into her heart. But now, facing the desperate siege of nine Soul Kings, could he truly still...

Tang San was likewise hidden deep within the crowd. His face twisted beneath his hood, his eyes tangled with extreme hatred, wariness, and a trace of... fear he refused to acknowledge. He stared fixedly at Ling Feng, swallowed by the attacks, and screamed wildly in his heart: Die! Die already! Die in this final battle!

The King of Slaughter sat high atop his bone throne. His gaze beneath the pale mask was deep and unfathomable, while his fingers tapped unconsciously against the cold armrest. He was waiting—for that outcome, and for that moment...

Just as the nine violent attacks were about to strike him!

Ling Feng's lowered head suddenly snapped up! Those golden pupils no longer held only coldness and judgment. They now burned with lava-like fighting spirit and defiance, enough to burn away everything!

One hundred victories... are right before me! he roared inwardly as power accumulated to its peak erupted at once!

"Domain of Judgment—activate!"

Buzz—!!!

It was no longer the previous golden halo! This time, the Domain of Judgment was like an exploding stellar core! Dazzling golden holy light, so brilliant it was nearly liquid, burst forth with a roar! It instantly filled the entire hundred-meter-wide arena! Wherever the holy light reached, all filth, bloodshed, and curses were purified and dissolved as if cast into a furnace! The nine Soul Kings' savage faces twisted and froze beneath the blinding light. Their proud attacks, whether sharp blade light or raging flames, rapidly disintegrated like ice and snow the instant they touched the core of the domain!

"God Devouring!"

Ling Feng roared! Both hands clenched forward through empty air! Within the domain, countless visible dark gold threads condensed from pure destructive will shot wildly out of the boiling golden holy light like the tentacles of ferocious beasts reaching from the abyss of hell! Carrying the greed to devour all things and absolute sharpness, they pierced with unerring precision into the bodies of the nine Soul Kings frozen by the holy light!

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—!

Dense, dull piercing sounds merged into one! The bodies of the nine Soul Kings seemed to be violently pierced through and torn apart by invisible immense force! Their protective Soul Power and resilient flesh were like paper before those dark gold threads! There were no screams—only the teeth-grinding sounds of bodies being instantly pierced and ripped apart!

Then, an even more horrifying scene unfolded!

The dark gold threads embedded in their bodies writhed and swelled madly like living creatures! A terrifying devouring force erupted! The Soul Power, blood essence, and even soul origins within the nine Soul Kings surged out like floodwaters bursting through a dam, greedily extracted and devoured by the dark gold threads! Their bodies shriveled, withered, and carbonized at a visible rate! In the end, they became nine charred skeletons that looked as though they had weathered a thousand years. Still frozen in their charging postures, they shattered with a crash and scattered across the ground!

At the center of the domain, Ling Feng's figure flickered in and out amid the boiling golden light. The nine dark gold threads, having devoured immense life essence, rapidly retracted into his body like venomous snakes returning to their nest. An indescribably vast energy instantly flooded his limbs and bones, replenishing his expenditure, washing through his Meridians, and nourishing his soul! The light of the Domain of Judgment became more condensed and weightier. Within the golden holy light, the black threads of destruction grew deeper and more active, as though they possessed lives of their own!

Boom—!!!

An indescribable, terrifying aura—a fusion of holiness, destruction, devouring, and slaughter—swept across the entire Hell Slaughter Arena with Ling Feng at its center like an ancient giant god awakening! The tens of thousands in the stands, who had been screaming madly moments earlier, seemed struck by invisible sledgehammers and instantly fell silent! At that moment, every soul trembled violently. A primal fear of a higher existence drowned out all madness and bloodlust!

One hundred victories! One hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena! Achieved in the most domineering, cruel, and shocking manner possible!

Silence! A silence more absolute than after any previous victory!

Every gaze froze upon the figure at the center of the arena. Though he was slowly retracting his domain, the aura around him continued to rise like an abyss. Fear, reverence, worship... countless emotions intertwined, ultimately turning into wordless silence.

Ling Feng slowly straightened and took a deep breath. The foul air of Slaughter City flooded into his lungs, yet it gave him an unprecedented sensation of power. He could clearly feel that after devouring the essence of the nine Soul Kings, his Soul Power had instantly broken through the bottleneck at level 35 and surged all the way to the peak of level 37! His Soul Power had become more condensed and domineering, carrying the imprint of judgment and destruction!

More importantly, deep within his sea of consciousness, a strange new mark formed from the fusion of pure slaughter intent and Judgment Origin was slowly condensing—the embryonic form of Divine Slaughter's Domain!

Ding! One hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena achieved!

Reward: Soul Power Level +3 (peak level 37)! Embryonic Divine Slaughter's Domain condensed!

God-Tier Choice bonus reward: Soul ring lifespan +500 years! God Devouring Spider Spear evolution progress +5%!

King of Slaughter attention: MAX!

The cold system prompt sounded in his mind, accompanied by the surging power within his body. Ling Feng raised his head, his golden pupils like two cold suns as they swept over the silent stands. His gaze finally settled on the bone throne high above.

The King of Slaughter slowly rose from his throne. For the first time, the gaze beneath his pale mask lost its amusement and scrutiny, becoming incomparably grave, even carrying a trace of incredulous shock.

"One hundred victories... Judge..." His hoarse voice sounded like a broken bellows, breaking the silence across the arena. "You... are very good! Extremely good!"

He slowly raised one withered hand and pointed at Ling Feng in the center of the arena. "You have earned the right to enter Hell Road! You have also earned the right to... meet the true power of Slaughter City!"

As his words fell, a blood-red pillar of light suddenly descended from the heavens and enveloped Ling Feng! The light pillar contained powerful Spatial Fluctuation and a pulling force.

Ling Feng did not resist, allowing the crimson pillar to envelop him. In the final instant before the pillar vanished, his gaze swept once more toward a corner of the stands. It precisely caught the figure hidden in shadow, now rigid all over, whose eyes were filled with extreme unwillingness and venom—Tang San.

A silent sneer curled at Ling Feng's lips. Your road through hell has only just begun.

The crimson light pillar vanished, and Ling Feng disappeared with it.

After a brief lull, the silent slaughter arena erupted into even more frenzied roars than before!

"Judge! Slaughter God! Slaughter God! Slaughter God!"

The name of the Slaughter God resounded through hell!

Deep within Slaughter City stood a magnificent hall built from dark red crystals, pulsing slowly like a gigantic heart.

As the crimson pillar faded, Ling Feng appeared upon the cold, smooth crystal floor. The hall was incomparably vast and empty, with only a huge blood pool standing at its center, filled with flowing dark red liquid. The air was saturated with an inescapably dense smell of blood and an ancient pressure that made souls tremble.

The King of Slaughter appeared soundlessly at the edge of the blood pool, his back to Ling Feng. His broad black robes swayed faintly in an unseen current.

"Welcome to the Heart of Slaughter." His hoarse voice echoed through the empty hall. "Ling Feng... or perhaps, Bibi Dong's 'Child of Judgment'?"

Ling Feng's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, but his expression remained calm. "The King of Slaughter sees through everything."

"Hmph." The King of Slaughter slowly turned around, his gaze beneath the pale mask stabbing toward Ling Feng as though tangible. "Judgment Angel Martial Soul... Judgment Origin... and that devouring, baleful power that even makes this King's heart tremble... Bibi Dong has raised quite a fine chess piece! Did she send you here to use Slaughter City's blade to temper you into a weapon? Or... does she intend to covet this King's power?"

"Her Holiness the Pope's will is not something I can presume to understand." Ling Feng neither humbled nor overreached himself, his golden eyes meeting the King of Slaughter's gaze. "I came here only to grow stronger, only for... Hell Road."

"Grow stronger? Hell Road?" The King of Slaughter let out a low, inscrutable laugh laced with mockery. "Little fellow, do you think one hundred victories are the end? That Hell Road is your goal? How naïve!"

His voice suddenly turned cold, carrying supreme majesty. "The power of Slaughter City is not so easily taken! If you wish to obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain and leave Hell Road alive, then you must still... pass this King's test!"

Boom—!

A terrifying pressure beyond compare, as though it had gathered all the resentment and killing intent of Slaughter City, descended upon Ling Feng like an invisible mountain! This pressure far surpassed that of a Titled Douluo and carried a godly coldness and cruelty! The crystal floor beneath Ling Feng's feet instantly cracked. He groaned, his body bending uncontrollably as the Domain of Judgment erupted instinctively, forming a thin golden-black halo around his body. It flickered violently as it resisted!

"Before this King, put away that ridiculous domain of yours!" the King of Slaughter snorted coldly, and the pressure intensified once more!

Crack!

The halo of Ling Feng's Domain of Judgment let out an overburdened groan and instantly filled with cracks! His throat sweetened, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth! His body felt as though it were being crushed by billions of tons of force, his bones groaning with a teeth-grinding sound! His soul seemed about to be torn apart by the horrifying pressure!

Warning! Enduring God-Tier Pressure! Soul tremors!

God-Tier Choice triggered!

Option One: Submit and kneel, begging forgiveness. Reward: gain the King of Slaughter's "goodwill"; Hell Road difficulty reduced. Risk: soul branded with a slaughter mark; become a puppet.

Option Two: Resist with the Will of Judgment and display unyielding defiance. Reward: King of Slaughter's recognition increases; embryonic Divine Slaughter's Domain stabilizes faster. Risk: intensified pressure backlash; possible severe injury or even soul damage.

Option Three: Draw upon Destruction Origin and attempt a counterattack. Reward: pressure resistance permanently increased; King of Slaughter grows more wary. Risk: enrage the King of Slaughter and be erased on the spot!

The cold choices surfaced with difficulty within Ling Feng's will as it was being crushed by the terrible pressure. Submit? Absolutely impossible! Counterattack? That would be suicide! There was only... enduring it! Using an unyielding Will of Judgment to withstand divine might!

Option Two! Ling Feng roared soundlessly in his heart! Deep within his soul, the phantom of the Judgment Angel let out a heaven-shaking roar! His golden pupils burst with unprecedented brilliance! A will of judgment that refused to submit, born from his bloodline and the deepest depths of his soul, erupted with a boom!

"My will honors judgment above all! Even divine might cannot make me yield!"

Boom—!

Ling Feng abruptly straightened the spine that had nearly been crushed! His near-shattered Domain of Judgment erupted with one final burst of blinding light, like a dying flame's last radiance! Golden holy light and black threads of destruction condensed as never before, forming a resilient barrier of will that held back the towering divine might! Blood spilled from his lips, and his body shook violently as though it could collapse at any moment, yet the golden flames in his eyes burned all the more fiercely and unyieldingly!

"Oh?" Genuine surprise flashed through the King of Slaughter's eyes beneath his mask. He had not expected a mere Soul Elder to unleash such tenacious will beneath his pressure! That Judgment Origin... was even purer than he had imagined!

"Interesting..." The King of Slaughter slowly withdrew part of his pressure, allowing Ling Feng to catch his breath, though the heavy force remained. "Your will is passable. But this is still not enough!"

Before his words had faded, his gaze suddenly turned toward the shadows by the hall entrance. His hoarse voice carried a trace of amusement. "It seems tonight's guest is not just one."

The shadows writhed, and a slender figure slowly emerged. She too wore a black combat suit suited for movement, outlining her breathtaking curves. A black veil concealed her face, but those jewel-like violet eyes, now filled with determination and tension, revealed her identity—Hu Liena!

"Your Majesty, King of Slaughter." Hu Liena's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, though she struggled to remain composed. "Hu Liena, Saintess of Spirit Hall, has completed one hundred victories. I have come to pay my respects and request that Hell Road be opened!"

She stopped not far from Ling Feng. Her gaze quickly swept over the blood at his lips and his pale complexion, and concern deepened in her eyes before turning into firm resolve. She looked toward the King of Slaughter and gave a slight bow.

"The Saintess of Spirit Hall?" The King of Slaughter's gaze moved back and forth between Hu Liena and Ling Feng. His hoarse laughter echoed through the empty hall, filled with ridicule. "A Child of Judgment and a Saintess of Spirit Hall... Bibi Dong, you certainly have quite the plan! Do you wish to raise two Slaughter Gods in this King's Slaughter City?"

He paused, his gaze becoming incomparably deep. "Hell Road... may be opened. But the rules will be set by this King!"

The King of Slaughter's withered finger pointed toward the enormous blood pool at the center. "Hell Road is a narrow line between life and death. Only those with great perseverance and great fortune can pass! Originally, three people traveled together, leaving a slim chance of survival... but today, this King is in a good mood and will make an exception for you..."

He paused deliberately. His gaze swept over Ling Feng and Hu Liena with the cruel air of a cat toying with mice. "Two people may travel together!"

Two people?! Hu Liena's delicate body shuddered, her beautiful eyes instantly filling with shock and disbelief! Hell Road was perilous beyond measure. Legend said that even three people working together faced near-certain death! Two people traveling together... was practically a death sentence!

Ling Feng's brows also furrowed tightly, warning bells blaring in his heart! As expected, the King of Slaughter had no good intentions! This so-called "exception" was undoubtedly a trap!

"What? Afraid?" the King of Slaughter mocked. "If you are afraid, it is not too late to withdraw. Remain in Slaughter City and become this King's subjects, and you may also gain eternity... and depravity."

Hu Liena suddenly looked at Ling Feng, her violet eyes filled with struggle and determination. She knew well the danger of two people traveling together, but asking her to abandon Hell Road, abandon Divine Slaughter's Domain, abandon her hope of leaving this hell... she could not do it!

Ling Feng's golden pupils met Hu Liena's gaze, and in that instant, he understood the resolve in her eyes. He drew a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent blood and energy within him. His voice was hoarse yet resolute. "I will go to Hell Road."

Hu Liena immediately straightened her back as well, her voice clear. "I will go too."

"Very good!" The King of Slaughter seemed pleased with their choice. His withered finger suddenly pointed toward the blood pool. "Then... Hell Road, open!"

Rumble—!

As his words fell, the huge blood pool at the center suddenly began to boil! The dark red blood churned as though stirred by an invisible hand, forming an enormous vortex! At the center of the vortex, a staircase formed from pure blood-red energy slowly emerged, leading into endless darkness!

An even denser, more ancient pressure filled with chaos, slaughter, and death spread from the depths of the staircase!

"Go! Let this King see whether you two, Spirit Hall's 'perfect pair,' can reach the end alive! Hahahahaha!" The King of Slaughter's wild laughter echoed through the hall, filled with cruel anticipation.

Ling Feng and Hu Liena exchanged a look, both seeing gravity and resolve in the other's eyes. Without hesitation, they leaped at the same time like arrows released from their bows, plunging without regret into the boiling blood pool and stepping onto the blood-red stairs leading toward true hell!

Their figures were instantly swallowed by the surging waves of blood and vanished.

The King of Slaughter's laughter abruptly stopped. He slowly walked to the edge of the blood pool and looked down at the slowly rotating vortex. His gaze beneath the mask was deep and unfathomable as he murmured to himself:

"Two people traveling together... Heh heh, Bibi Dong, these two little ones you sent seem to have quite an interesting relationship... This Hell Road will likely be even more... 'exciting' than imagined. Especially... when that boy chosen by Asura also sets foot upon this path..."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the blood pool and fall upon another part of Slaughter City. There, atop a bone-piled altar, Tang San was wrapped in dark red energy like a cocoon of blood, letting out pained, suppressed roars. Dark gold energy carrying the aura of judgment and destruction—the foreign energy Ling Feng had left behind—was madly clashing with and devouring the newly born, even more violent and vicious Shura God Power within him!

"Slaughter... judgment... destruction... devouring... and Rakshasa... This game is becoming more and more interesting..." The King of Slaughter's figure slowly merged into the shadows of the hall, leaving only his cold words echoing above the blood pool.