So You All Like Running the Same Dungeon as Han Li, Huh?

Putting aside the matter of the Divine Realm for the moment, Han Li was in a good mood as he returned to the residential area.

"Has it been resolved?"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, several people came to greet him.

"Okay, no problem. Just continue at the original pace."

Han Li replied with a smile.

"In recent matches, we may need to take the initiative to catch people, and it will take at least some time to recover."

Han Li seemed to remember something and scratched his head in distress.

"You don't need to worry about this, I'll take care of it."

Dugu Bo patted his chest and volunteered to take on the task.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, sir."

Seeing that Dugu Bo had volunteered, Han Li did not refuse.

Under the current circumstances, Dugu Bo doesn't need to worry about accumulating Soul Power. His subsequent breakthroughs will require him to comprehend his own Martial Soul, so it's best if he handles these complicated matters.

Spring has passed, autumn has come, and winter has arrived. Ten months have passed since Han Li met with the Slaughter King.

The Slaughter City unusually lively today, like it's celebrating the New Year.

Perhaps that's pretty much true for people living in the Slaughter City.

Simply put, for many people, this time of day is absolutely worth celebrating.

Because Han Li and his group of five had finally reached their 100th battle, ignoring the 45 people they had captured who were still lying paralyzed on the side, the rest of them were all moved to tears.

The Demon King is finally leaving—no, he's ascending to immortality—and their Life can finally be guaranteed.

And so, Han Li saw that the two people who had fought each other many times had actually put aside their grudges and were standing together, talking peacefully.

"Demon King" is the common name given to Han Li by the people of the Slaughter City.

Although the identities of Han Li and his companions were exposed because the Spirit Hall drove away many Fallen Soul Masters, and everyone knew that they were the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall and the Poison Douluo, the people here still habitually referred to Han Li as the Demon King.

At most, when communicating in secret, they would grit their teeth and curse Han Laomo.

Han Li's strength in that battle was so outstanding that no one dared to provoke him afterward, and some very interesting things even happened later.

Some new recruits, after being brought in and learning about the situation, tried to find Han Li, but were captured by the others and brought alive to Han Li's residence.

Because these old men all knew very well that this holy son was really disciplined. Except when they were in the Hell Slaughter Arena, they would show no mercy. Most of the time, as long as you didn't provoke him, he would at most bleed you a little. He would even sell you blood-replenishing medicine. Compared to other killers, he was much less dangerous.

Of course, this is on the premise that he finishes his match; otherwise, you will become one of his corpses in the game.

Perhaps it was because of this situation that after Dugu Bo made several arrests, the remaining powerful warriors of the Slaughter City couldn't sit still anymore. They had barely survived and didn't want to be captured and become part of their battle record for no reason.

So they began to serve Han Li voluntarily.

Yes, that's right. They implemented a last-place elimination system, and the unlucky ones who dragged the team down were directly sent to Han Li's side by the others, becoming their number of wins.

In short, under this atmosphere, the Slaughter City began to actively compete internally. They couldn't improve their strength as quickly as Han Li and the others, so the combat techniques of the Slaughter City began to evolve.

In order to avoid being limited to a high number of wins, they began to think things through and stopped fighting indiscriminately. Everyone was doing their best to improve themselves in order to survive.

Then, something surprising happened to Han Li and the others.

Although they always fought against relatively weaker opponents, there was no doubt that their combat skills improved visibly under the pressure of life and death.

In the end, Han Li and his group benefited the most. These sparring partners were incredibly dedicated; they were truly fighting with their Life on the line.

This situation was initially difficult for Dugu Bo and the others to understand, but after a long silence, Han Li accepted the fact with a smile. Living is nothing to be ashamed of.

Although the people here are a bunch of wicked people who can't be compared to normal people, he was in the same situation in his previous life, otherwise he wouldn't have died in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, he is now the beneficiary.

The four people beside Han Li looked at the group that had voluntarily sent them into the Hell Slaughter Arena with somewhat strange expressions.

They had never received such treatment in Spirit City or Heaven Dou City, and were truly flattered. They had never treated these people as human beings before.

Han Li looked at the crowd watching them from a distance, shook his head, and turned to walk into the Hell Slaughter Arena.

As for the forty-five people who were dealt with on the ground, that's not his concern. Anyway, someone has already forced them to register, and the Slaughter King's people won't allow them to not enter.

Click—

The last person's neck was also broken. Han Li released his right hand and watched the person slump to the ground. The last wisp of energy entered his body, and he also withdrew the murderous aura above his head that resembled a physical vortex.

"Demon King, Demon King, Demon King..."

After a moment of silence, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena began chanting the same title, making Han Li feel somewhat dazed. The last time such a situation occurred seemed to be when he became the Holy Son.

"Congratulations, young Demon King and Demon King retinue."

A deep, sharp voice suddenly rang out in mid-air, silencing the entire Hell Slaughter Arena once again.

"Slaughter King..."

Despite the pervasive murderous aura that made it difficult for them to breathe, the Fallen Ones still shouted at the top of their lungs, even more vigorously than when they had shouted for the Demon King before.

If the Demon King is the one who reaps Life, then the Slaughter King is the foundation upon which they are given their existence.

Han Li smiled faintly as he looked at the crimson figure in mid-air. "Oh, black clothes replaced with blood-red ones, quite concerned about appearance."

"Demon King's retinue, it's time for you to step in as well."

The Slaughter King turned his gaze to Dugu Bo and his group of four, and indifferently gave his orders.

Dugu Bo and the others looked at Han Li, and after he nodded, they walked over to Han Li in the arena.

"I am delighted to witness your 100th victory, my people, let us celebrate for them once again."

After he finished speaking, he opened his arms in mid-air, and the people below cheered again after seeing his action.

After a while, he pressed his palm down, and the arena fell silent again. He turned his gaze to Han Li and the others. "Next, let's talk about your choices. Do you want to venture into the Hell Road? If you give up, I can grant you the status of guest elders, giving you the right to freely enter Slaughter City."

He wasn't speaking to Han Li, but rather to the people around him. Although he knew the chances were slim, he still had to give it a try.

"Your Excellency Slaughter King, thank you for your kindness, but we will still choose to traverse the Hell Road."

The group exchanged glances and made their choices without hesitation.

"Okay, I respect your choice."

The Slaughter King didn't care; he hadn't held out much hope anyway.

"Now, the Hell Road is open."

The gloomy, sharp voice rang out again, and the crowd in the stands excitedly turned their gazes toward the sky. The opening of the Hell Road was a major event in the Slaughter City, and they never expected to be fortunate enough to witness it.

However, they did not notice that Han Li, who was in the arena, looked at them with a hint of mockery on his face.

It became a legend because all those who saw the Hell Road, except for the Slaughter King and the God of Slaughter throughout history, became sacrifices.

If you like to send people off, then send them off on their final journey. This can be considered a dungeon, right? You're in the same dungeon as me, Han Li, but you're not even an ally. If you like to join in the fun, then you deserve to be wiped out. Otherwise, you'd be unworthy of the title "Han Laomo."

A dazzling red light and a strong stench of blood emanated from the Slaughter King, quickly filling the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.

Only then did some people realize something was wrong and turn to flee, but unfortunately, it was too late.

A massive barrier of red light enveloped the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, and the people in the stands began to scream in agony.

Their eyes quickly lost their senses; though they were screaming in agony, their voices were tinged with pleasure. Under the watchful eyes of Han Li and the others, they began a frenzied self-mutilation, creating a scene even more disgusting than the actual fighting...

Blood spilled onto the ground and began to congeal, with large amounts of blood flowing like streams through inconspicuous thin pipes beneath the stands towards the center of the killing field.

Countless winding red liquids flowed into the arena like small snakes, gathering into a bat pattern on the ground beneath Han Li and his companions' feet.

"Remember your promise, Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I wish you good luck on the Hell Road."

As the crimson light flashed, a sense of being devoured came, and the killing intent emanating from Han Li and the others spontaneously emerged, protecting them as they plummeted downwards.

"It's hopeless. I'm just waiting to die. I hope I can see you again." This was Han Li's last thought after hearing the Slaughter King's voice.

It's one thing if the mark that opens the Hell Road isn't the Asura Demon Sword, but look at its methods of killing. Its emotions, malice, and murderous aura are just appearances. If this bat can successfully traverse the path of Asura, Han Li's name will be reversed.

Especially now that Han Li is under the watchful eye of the God Realm Committee, his actions, in the eyes of the gods, are no different from slapping Asura with the hand that holds Rakshasa.

Han Li thought to himself, "The Asura God must look very good right now."

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a violent tremor, Han Li and the others finally regained their senses, and their feet felt the solid ground beneath them.

The group looked around and found themselves on a circular platform, their killing intent surging uncontrollably from their bodies.

"Activate the Blood Fiend Art to stabilize your state first."

Han Li gave the group some instructions and then began to survey his surroundings.