"What do you mean? We don't have to walk the Hell Road?" Hu Liena asked in surprise. She exchanged a glance with Long Jie, and both their eyes were filled with confusion.
What exactly was the Slaughter King trying to do? If they were not allowed to walk the Hell Road, how were they supposed to obtain the Slaughter God Domain?
Long Jie frowned and spoke in a deep voice. "Thank you for your kindness, Slaughter King, but we do not like titles gained so easily. We ask that you open the Hell Road and let us take on its trial!"
"Hahaha, you have won a hundred battles each. How could that possibly be called easy? Your strength no longer needs the Hell Road to prove it!" The Slaughter King said this, but his meaning was clear: he did not want to open the Hell Road.
Long Jie felt a surge of dissatisfaction. They had worked so hard for so long—was it all for some so-called God of Slaughter Title?
Of course not. What he wanted was a domain, strength—not some God of Slaughter Title.
He stared directly at the Slaughter King and spoke in a deep voice. "Please open the Hell Road, Slaughter King!"
"Please open the Hell Road, Slaughter King!"
Hu Liena spoke as well. The two of them endured the Slaughter King's pressure for the sole purpose of opening the Hell Road.
The Slaughter King's gaze sharpened. "Perhaps you do not understand the terror of the Hell Road. Ghost King, I hope you understand that a person only has one life."
Hu Liena gave a cold laugh. "Great Slaughter King, isn't it rather laughable for you to speak to me about life? This is a world of slaughter."
A stronger red gleam flashed through the Slaughter King's