Upon hearing Qin Shiyuan's words, the King of Slaughter's gaze sharpened, and he spoke with ill intent.
"The horrors of Hell Road are likely beyond your understanding, youngster. I hope you realize that a person only has... one life."
Qin Shiyuan smiled calmly. How could he not know why the King of Slaughter had tried so hard to stop him?
It was merely because the depths of Hell Road held a mysterious and powerful inheritance.
But for Qin Shiyuan, that was not the reason he insisted on entering Hell Road.
"I came here precisely to walk Hell Road."
"King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness. Please open the entrance to Hell Road."
"Good! Such courage—you truly are someone I hold in high regard!"
"You did not even take those two Gods of Slaughter seriously. It seems there was a reason for that."
Suddenly, the coldness on the King of Slaughter's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle smile at the corner of his lips.
"Since you insist, then as an elder, I naturally will not stop you any longer."
As his words fell, thick red mist suddenly erupted from the King of Slaughter's body.
The immense aura stirred the blood and dust across the entire Hell Slaughter Arena together, instantly forming a rare crimson dust storm.
At this moment, what the King of Slaughter released was not killing intent, but an extremely evil aura.
The undisguised chill within it was enough to make one's very marrow freeze.
Evil, icy red ripples slowly spread outward. Within only a few blinks, they had already covered the entire arena.
The Fallen Ones seated in the stands were all extraordinarily excited.
This was a grand spectacle rarely seen even once in decades. Everyone hoped to witness the opening of Hell Road with