Blood Sacrifice, Challenging the Hell Road

"Congratulations, you have achieved Hundred Victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena." A low, piercing voice suddenly came from all directions. The Killing Intent released by Qian Xunji and Man Yao actually flowed back the instant the voice rang out. The atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena immediately surged to its peak, for a Blood Red figure was descending from midair.

The surrounding Fallen Ones seemed to have gone mad, continuously crying out with hoarse voices at the top of their lungs, "Slaughter King! Slaughter King! Slaughter King..."

In the darkness, a Scarlet Figure gradually emerged.

It was a tall man, his entire body wrapped in an enormous Scarlet Cloak.

With a pale face and a pair of completely blood-red eyes, he slowly descended from the air before finally hovering about five meters above the ground, looking down at Qian Xunji and Man Yao.

Qian Xunji's expression did not change in the slightest. He reached out with his right hand and clasped Man Yao's smooth jade-like hand, then raised his eyes mockingly toward the Slaughter King.

"Slaughter King, you should know very well where I come from. There is no need for pointless talk. Open the Hell Road directly."

The Slaughter King's expression suddenly turned cold. If not for his misgivings, he would have casually destroyed Qian Xunji and Man Yao long ago. But he could not do so, because he feared that Qian Daoliu would come to the City of Slaughter and kill him. The strength of a Level Ninety-nine Peerless Douluo was no joke. Moreover, Qian Xunji came from Spirit Hall. Without Spirit Hall's tacit approval, the City of Slaughter could never have remained carefree until now.

Although Man Yao was from the City of Slaughter, judging by Qian Xunji's attitude, he would protect her no matter what.

After pondering for a moment, the Slaughter King still forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart. At this point, there was simply no way for him to make any further moves.

"Since that is the case, then take a walk down the Hell Road. Traveling together on the Hell Road is also quite a pleasant journey. If you can pass the Hell Road's trial and become the new generation of Slaughter Gods, please convey my greetings to Qian Daoliu."

The Slaughter King's tone had clearly turned colder, even carrying a trace of mockery. Was the Hell Road really so easy to brave? Even with the two of them together, it would not be so simple.

Suddenly, dense red mist erupted from the Slaughter King's body. The immense aura carried a powerful oppressive force. What he released was not Killing Intent, but an incomparably Evil Aura. Yet this feeling was exceptionally familiar to Qian Xunji.

The aura of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King?

Qian Xunji narrowed his eyes as he watched the evil, icy red ripples slowly spread outward. In merely a few blinks, they had already covered the entire arena.

The Fallen Ones seated in the Spectator Stands were all abnormally excited, but soon, as the Red Light descended upon the stands, the Fallen Ones who had been cheering madly gradually quieted down. Their gazes slowly became dull, then shifted from dullness into bloodshot red. Before long, when the Red Light formed a massive barrier around the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, agonized screams began to rise from those who had first come into contact with it.

Affected by the Red Light, these Fallen Ones frantically clawed at their own faces and bodies...

Most Fallen Ones able to survive in the Inner City possessed a certain degree of strength. At this moment, they exerted all their strength upon themselves. Even their screams contained an extreme thrill of excitement, as though they were deriving endless pleasure from the act of self-torture.

Their skin peeled back and blood splattered everywhere. They even tore their own internal organs out of their bodies. This madness would not cease until their lives came to an end.

More and more Fallen Ones underwent such changes until it spread throughout the entire arena.

Qian Xunji had long been mentally prepared for this, while Man Yao had been born in the City of Slaughter, so her mental endurance was no ordinary thing. Both watched everything before them with indifferent expressions.

Blood spilled onto the ground and began to gather. Large amounts of blood flowed like tiny streams through inconspicuous little channels beneath the stands toward the center of the slaughter arena. Clearly visible, countless winding red streams slithered into the arena like little snakes.

Gradually, the blood gathered on the ground into an enormous Blood Red pattern. Then the bird's eyes suddenly lit up. Man Yao's Mental Power was almost instantly shattered, while Qian Xunji's Mental Power likewise suffered an immense impact.

A vast Red Light shot into the sky, instantly engulfing both of them. All perception of their surroundings became blurred, and only the Slaughter King's low, piercing voice echoed beside their ears.

"May you have good luck on the Hell Road."

At the instant his Mental Power was shattered, Qian Xunji finally understood the shape of that bird-like pattern. A bat—it seemed to be the pattern of a bat.

Under that Blood Red devouring force, Qian Xunji and Man Yao both felt the ground vanish beneath their feet. Everything around them became illusory, and all their senses were completely sealed at that moment. The pain of being unable to control themselves gave rise to an inexplicable fear in their hearts. What they could not see was that their respective Killing Intent had gathered into a faint layer of white ripples, protecting their bodies within it. Without that Killing Intent, they would have truly been devoured the moment the blood-red color spread.

The Blood Light from outside was completely blocked off, but he had now regained control of his body. He held Man Yao protectively in his arms, and as he sensed the changes around them, his alarm only grew.

"Sure enough, all the secrets of the City of Slaughter lie within this Hell Road."

No one knew how much time passed. Accompanied by a violent tremor, the Blood Light around them gradually faded away.

Qian Xunji discovered that the two of them were standing atop a Circular Platform. The platform was only about five meters in diameter, not particularly large.

He looked around. Other than the Circular Platform beneath his feet, which was five meters in diameter, there was only a Narrow Path less than half a foot wide—just wide enough for both feet to stand side by side—leading into unknown darkness. It was also the only path from their platform to the outside.

While Qian Xunji carefully observed the surroundings, Man Yao, who was leaning in his arms, quickly regained consciousness as well. Her soft, delicate body writhed slightly in his embrace, and she half leaned against him as she landed on the Circular Platform.

"Is this the Hell Road?" The form-fitting Black Tight Suit perfectly outlined the secrets of Man Yao's figure. Her fair skin, illuminated by the dim red glow around them, became even more alluring. Her skin was so smooth and delicate that it faintly reflected the light, while her long, straight legs were taut, revealing soft lines. Every movement stirred the heart.

"Yes, this is the Hell Road. As long as we pass through it, we can leave the City of Slaughter," Qian Xunji said.

Qian Xunji saw that a faint Blood Mist was emanating from Man Yao's body. Her eyes had completely turned blood-red, while the white ripples around her body continuously grew stronger with every pulse. Though she was looking at him, her body was convulsing violently, as though she were enduring tremendous pain.

His heart stirred, and Qian Xunji shouted in a deep voice, "Man Yao, wake up." As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pressed it against the top of her head. A vast, pure life aura entered Man Yao through his palm. Beneath the fluctuations of that faint Golden Light, Man Yao's trembling body gradually returned to normal, and the blood-red color in her eyes faded away.

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