"It's been a month. Is the hundredth Hell Slaughter Arena match still not ready?"
Qian Renhan withdrew his martial soul and muttered to himself. Half a year ago, he had already completed ninety Hell Slaughter Arena matches, yet after being matched for half a year, he had only fought nine more. Even if, in every new match, the opponents he faced had participated in the Hell Slaughter Arena at least five fewer times than he had, given the King of Slaughter's nature, he would definitely throw in some powerful people who had not reached the required number of victories.
After all, if the final match truly consisted of ten killers with more than ninety-four victories each, the number of people who would die among them would probably exceed the entire population of the City of Slaughter.
"Could it be that the King of Slaughter is deliberately stopping me from leaving?"
Having figured it out, Qian Renhan slowly rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing. He had long lost interest in the Fallen Ones of the City of Slaughter. All he wanted now was to head to the end of Hell Road and devour the Sea Wave Killing Intent there. These small fry in the City of Slaughter no longer suited his appetite. Since the King of Slaughter would not let him leave, he would chop up every last small fry. With enough small fry, they could still fill his stomach.
The Hell Slaughter Arena was as lively as ever. Spectators filled the stands, while countless Fallen Ones waited outside the arena for battered, exhausted victors to emerge, intending to kill them while they were weak and eliminate a potential enemy.
Just then, a flash of black light streaked past. A black figure with six wings on his back silently appeared