The last battle that Madara experienced in Hell Slaughter Arena can be said to be unremarkable. With his overwhelming power, he quickly killed all the cannon fodder who were forced to take the stage.
But even so, the villains who were already packed to witness the birth of the God of Death were still shouting excitedly, and the perverted excitement on their faces was disgusting.
"Very good! You passed the test of Hell Slaughter Arena!" A low and magnetic voice echoed over the entire killing field, causing Madara to involuntarily raise his head and look at the burly figure who had appeared at an unknown time.
"King of Slaughter? It's true that seeing is better than hearing it a hundred times!" Madara felt the bloody aura rising from the sky and sweeping everywhere, as if making the entire killing field become gloomy.
"Look, Lord King of Slaughter! I'm telling you, she will definitely come when the God of Death appears!" Some villains looked at that peerless figure feverishly, and from time to time they boasted to other villains nearby.
"Damn it! I will never admit my mistake. This is definitely the one Old Bat is pretending to be! The aura on his body has really taken refuge in Rakshasa God!" In Madara's mind, Kelder was shouting crazily, looking like he wanted to rush out and tear King of Slaughter apart in front of him.
"Boy, don't be fooled by him! This bitch is very good!" Kelder suddenly seemed to remember something, and immediately warned Madara worriedly in his mind.
Madara sneered at this. When he used the whole world as a chessboard to play with the common people, this King of Slaughter didn't know where he was squatting. What's more, after the lesson of Black Zetsu last time, Madara was not generally alert to this kind of old cunt!
The figure of King of Slaughter slowly floated down from the sky like a feather. Pressing his hands slightly, the Hell Slaughter Arena that was boiling because of his appearance fell silent at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he looked at the boy in front of him and declared loudly, "I declare that the boy in front of me, Madara, has won our Hell Slaughter Arena's Slaughter God Title!"
"Wait! Did you forget? Didn't you hear that there is another test before you can become a real god of death?" Madara interrupted King of Slaughter's words unexpectedly, causing everyone in the audience to be in an uproar.
Someone dares not to give King of Slaughter face in City of Slaughter. It is so bold!
But when I think about the young man in front of me, a god of murder who is rare in a hundred years and can walk out of City of Slaughter alive, I feel that it is natural!
Madara had long heard Kelder say that winning 100 games in a row in Hell Slaughter Arena was just a ticket to get the God of Killing, the real test was yet to come!
"Young man, you have proven yourself! If you can go out alive and become famous all over the world, do you have to leave your life here? You must know that the next test is extremely dangerous!" King of Slaughter's eyes became gloomy, and the mask that I had always been happy with was taken off, and he turned to threaten.
"Dear Mr. King of Slaughter! Don't you really know the purpose of my coming to City of Slaughter? To challenge the impossible!" Madara's application class called King of Slaughter by his name, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but King of Slaughter always saw a hint of sarcasm in Madara's smile, which made him feel more and more irritable.
"Since you have decided, then do as you wish!" King of Slaughter shook his head sadly, as if the dangerous spots below were gone and could only be buried with him.
"I have made up my mind!" Madara responded decisively, and even King of Slaughter could easily feel that determination.
King of Slaughter's eyes became darker and darker. He snorted and stretched his arms in the air. The next moment, his whole body was like a leaking vessel. The extremely weird scarlet mist couldn't stop spraying out from the pores of his limbs, and it filled the entire Hell Slaughter Arena in an instant.
"Okay! Hahahahahaha!" Under the influence of this strange mist, the originally clear eyes of the villains gradually turned a layer of faint scarlet, and their cheering expressions gradually turned into extremely ferocious.
Madara stood quietly in the middle of Hell Slaughter Arena, turning a blind eye to the tragic situation of the desperadoes who were wailing and screaming, killing each other and killing each other in the audience, with a chilling indifference in his eyes.
"This is the means to start the next test, and it is controlled by Old Bat! It is said that the accumulation of blood from normal killings is enough!" Kelder in his mind sounded unusually gloomy, obviously very resistant to King of Slaughter's actions.
"Are you from Asura God? It's really ridiculous that you can't see such killings!" Madara frowned slightly and said sarcastically without hesitation.
Madara could also see that this Kelder must have been a good general when he followed Asura God. His destiny was on the battlefield, and he would not see such clandestine tactics as Nine-Headed Bat King from behind.
Kelder rarely refuted, remained silent, and Madara's mind fell into silence.
"Gather it for me!" King of Slaughter concentrated on manipulating the blood flowing from the dead to gather in his direction, eventually forming a pool of blood at their feet.
"There's something wrong with this King of Slaughter!" Madara's Sharingan was spinning rapidly and squinting his eyes. Kensai took advantage of this to observe King of Slaughter carefully.
It's really surprising. He obviously has a more tyrannical momentum than Bibi Dong, but the strength he exerts makes people feel that he is inferior to one in ten.
According to Kelder, King of Slaughter's body should be a nine-headed bat, but under the observation of Sharingan, who was able to see through Soul Beast Transformation, Madara remained as normal as if he was just an ordinary human being.
"Aren't you going? What are you waiting for?" King of Slaughter seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the endless Soul Power was drawn out and blended into the ocean-like blood pool, making the blood in the ground glow with a strange brilliance, and then faintly aggregated and deformed to form a bat pattern.
"Then Master King of Slaughter, we are destined to meet again!" Madara stepped onto the formation without any hesitation without any fear, and then a huge blood-colored light pillar rose into the sky, accompanied by the shadow of a huge bat behind King of Slaughter roaring upwards.
"So that's it!" Madara's figure gradually became illusory, and a bloody world appeared around him like a phantom and gradually became more and more solid. Just before Madara's figure was about to disappear, Sharingan finally captured something strange about King of Slaughter, and Madara suddenly realized.
The people in City of Slaughter who were still hanging on for breath raised their heads and looked at the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena where a pillar of blood, one to several hundred meters thick, rose into the sky and plunged into the sky, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The numb pupils of these zombie-like people reflected a trace of blood-colored light as the light beam disappeared without a trace, and then continued to wander aimlessly, as if the scene just now was just a phantom.