"It's really abominable! Lord King of Slaughter!" Blood Rain Douluo clenched his fists tightly and said indignantly.
"Is this why you and Bloodwind came to me?" King of Slaughter on the throne was still so elegant and calm, with a pair of blood-red eyes flashing cold light, and asked extremely coldly.
"It's because of him, Bloodwind, that hundreds of Hell Slaughter Arena's audience members were robbed and killed when they went out! This obviously means they don't take you seriously! He should be executed!" Blood Rain Douluo pointed at Wang Yuyue, who was half-kneeling on the ground next to him, and said this with embarrassment, as if it was all for the good of the adults.
"Bloodwind, do you have anything to say about Madara?" King of Slaughter's tall figure stretched forward slightly, staring at Wang Yuyue who was half-kneeling on the ground respectfully in the audience.
"I think it's better for us Enforcement Team not to take action! Because this is City of Slaughter where there are no rules! The boy named Madara was able to cleanse Hell Slaughter Arena's spectators solely by virtue of his own strength! What reason do we have to take action?" Wang Yuyue slightly raised his head and looked at the oppressive figure, and suggested calmly.
"To kill hundreds of people with the power of one person, even when he was seriously injured and exhausted, he is indeed a talent!" King of Slaughter slowly stood up from the throne. He was more than ten feet tall and stood like a demon god standing tall against the backdrop of the throne behind him. He said in an inexplicable tone, "It's a pity that you can't use it for me!"
"But Sir..." Blood Rain Douluo opened his mouth unwillingly, but when he saw King of Slaughter's slightly impatient eyes, he immediately swallowed the words that came to his mouth unwillingly.
"You all go down! It seems that we City of Slaughter will have another killing god!" King of Slaughter casually waved his hand to signal them to retreat, looked up and stared at the blood moon through the skylight and said with emotion.
"Yes!" After the two people saluted respectfully, they slowly took a few steps back before turning around and leaving in a stride.
"It seems that the descendant of Asura God has really arrived! If you just want to get Divine Slaughter's Domain and leave, for the sake of your former colleagues, I can let you go! If you want the divine position, hum!" The entire hall seemed extremely empty and gloomy, with only the majestic and burly figure of King of Slaughter muttering to himself.
"Impossible! That King of Slaughter should be Old Bat!" After hearing Madara's speculation, Kelder said with a look of disbelief.
"But according to the information I got, King of Slaughter came to City of Slaughter not more than a few hundred years ago! How do you explain this?" Madara was not angry when he heard Kelder's rebuttal, but asked with interest.
"I don't know about this! We can only wait until we see him! Your task now is to pass the Hell Slaughter Arena level first!" Kai shook his head in embarrassment and immediately tried his best to change the subject.
"Then let me show you my true power!" A glimmer of light flashed in Madara's eyes, and he gently stroked the gleaming blade of the sickle that had been slightly repaired by City of Slaughter's best craftsmen and could barely be used. His brows were full of arrogance and rebelliousness.
Game 59!
"Asura King! Asura King! Asura King!" Some people gradually began to chant Madara's name fanatically, looking at him with extremely hot eyes.
"Would you like to come together?" Madara stood alone and raised his fingers contemptuously at the other nine people who were vaguely united, showing his contempt for them with every move he made.
Several other people looked at each other and then roared and rushed towards Madara with various weapons.
"In the face of absolute power, these scum will eventually be crushed!" Madara laughed wildly, and the sound of the scythe in his hand sounded like the god of death calling out to the world.
Game 76!
"Don't think that we will be afraid of you!" A bearded man who was obviously much more powerful than the others shouted inwardly as he walked towards the park step by step.
However, the next moment, Madara's figure turned into a stream of light and passed by with ease at a speed that they could not react. Behind him, there were muffled sounds of flesh falling to the ground one after another.
A red light street in City of Slaughter is full of smoky willows and green warblers singing and dancing, but Madara's indifferent figure holding a sickle seems out of place here.
"Are you the Ripper who won 69 games in a row in Hell Slaughter Arena?" Madara stepped into a luxurious private room step by step, looking directly at Scarface who was hugging him from left to right and asked without hesitation.
"Friend! Those who come here are all looking for fun! What do you want?" Scarface pushed the beauty in his arms away, stood up slowly, and looked at Madara with fear, trying to get through.
"What a coincidence! I'm here to relax too, but the way I relax is a little different!" Madara just watched quietly as Scarface picked up the discarded weapon and put it into position without stopping, but the bright smile on his mouth looked even more weird under those scarlet eyes.
There is only one way for me to relax, fight!
The 100th game is also Madara's last game in City of Slaughter!
It has been almost a year and a half since Madara entered City of Slaughter. It took him a full year to go from 50 games to 100 games.
It's not because Madara is so difficult, on the contrary, it becomes easier the further you hit him, but Madara Asura King's name is getting louder and louder, causing more and more villains to subconsciously avoid this god of death who is certain in everyone's eyes.
Only those who had lived in City of Slaughter for one year and had to participate in Hell Slaughter Arena became cannon fodder and were continuously sent to Madara.
In the end, Madara almost lost his interest in fighting, just like Lion who was sleeping soundly and ignored the little mice that occasionally passed by in front of him.
In the end, Madara was so itchy that he couldn't help but visit the homes of those villains who had played more than 50 games. Except for a few that were eye-catching, all the others were just a bunch of scum!
Madara has almost wiped out all the people in City of Slaughter who were more than sixty or seventy games old. In the middle, he even fought with Blood Rain Douluo who couldn't help but take action. The bastard was completely shameless and actually discovered Madara's weakness. He couldn't urinate when there was someone behind him.
But that bloody rain really pissed off Madara, almost beating him to the point of paralysis. If he hadn't been so quick, he might have even lost his life!
Madara was slowly about to walk into the long and narrow corridor that he had entered countless times. At this moment, he suddenly stopped. The stone wall of the corridor had handprints on it by some strange coincidence.
The next moment, after City of Slaughter had been tempered by countless battles, the blood energy that could be observed by ordinary eyes was filled with horror, and the surrounding temperature dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, as if it was the cold winter of March 9th.
Countless murderous intentions gathered on Madara's palm, and when he slowly moved away, a bloody handprint was left behind, exuding endless killing intent through it, as if you could vaguely see a murderous god staring at you across the distance in time and space.
"Just think of it as leaving a souvenir here!" Madara said to the person behind him who appeared in the perception without looking back.
"Don't forget our promise!" Wang Yuyue looked at Madara with complicated eyes as he didn't answer him and was slowly swallowed up by the darkness in the corridor and disappeared.