Sword God, Hundred Victories

When Pei An and Bibi Dong returned to the Slaughter Arena, they learned the news from a staff member.

Pei An understood the King of Slaughter's intentions perfectly well.

But he had no objections. The King of Slaughter's actions suited him just fine.

It was better to speed things up. This damned place was uncomfortable to stay in.

Afterward, the Slaughter Arena entered its darkest period.

Previously, the Slaughter Arena had its share of powerful contestants and exceptionally capable fighters, but there had always been some suspense.

After all, ten people fought in a melee. Schemes and dirty tricks were unavoidable, and even the strongest could stumble into a trap.

But the matches Pei An and Bibi Dong entered were different.

The two of them were not merely powerful.

Able to freely use their soul skills and unleash their full strength, they were like king-tier heroes entering a low-level league in the Slaughter Arena.

Before truly overwhelming strength, plots and schemes were utterly useless.

Because Pei An and Bibi Dong had no need to care about them at all.

They could easily fight one against nine, crushing their opponents with absolute superiority.

At first, some Fallen Ones still tried to contend with them.

But once Pei An and Bibi Dong's win counts rapidly reached fifty, such Fallen Ones had nearly vanished.

Afterward, afraid of being matched against Pei An and Bibi Dong, the Fallen Ones almost stopped participating in Slaughter Arena matches altogether. Only those with no other options, unable to obtain Bloody Mary, were forced onto the stage.

As a result, Pei An and Bibi Dong's win counts rose much more slowly afterward.

Later, because the King of Slaughter truly did not want these two ancestors lingering in the City of Slaughter any longer, he increased the amount of Bloody Mary required from those who did not participate in Slaughter Arena matches. Only then did their progress speed up somewhat.

Even so, it took them a full half year.

The longsword swept through the air, its sword light razor-sharp.

Bloody marks appeared on necks, and blood spurted forth, blooming in the air like vivid roses.

Nine figures fell at once.

Soul Power surged, and the blood on the blade vanished without a trace.

His white robes fluttered, exceptionally dazzling amid the gloom of the City of Slaughter.

Decisive, elegant, unstoppable.

"Sword God! Sword God!"

The Fallen Ones in the stands cried out feverishly.

The Fallen Ones of the City of Slaughter worshipped strength above all else.

Though they had initially feared Pei An, his performances in the Slaughter Arena during this time had earned him quite a few fanatical Fallen One admirers.

They all worshipped the deadly artistry of his killings in every Slaughter Arena match.

Because he used a sword as his weapon, these Fallen Ones bestowed upon Pei An the title of Sword God.

Pei An remained utterly indifferent to their worship, without the slightest ripple in his heart.

They were merely lunatics driven by desire. Admiration from people like them gave him no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.

The Sword of the Living Judgement disappeared, and Pei An arrived outside another arena platform in the Slaughter Arena.

Bibi Dong had also finished her battle above.

Purple Venomous Silk, rich in texture, crisscrossed every corner of the arena.

Apart from blood covering the ground, only Bibi Dong remained.

Compared to Pei An, Bibi Dong was actually more terrifying in the eyes of these Fallen Ones.

Not because of her strength, but because of her fighting style.

Both of them crushed the Fallen Ones, but their methods of battle were completely different.

Although Fallen Ones who fought Pei An were also certain to die, at least their corpses remained.

But among the Fallen Ones who had fought Bibi Dong, there had never been a single case where a corpse was left behind.

Every Fallen One who lost had been reduced to a puddle of blood beneath Bibi Dong's Venomous Silk.

Seeing Pei An arrive, Bibi Dong withdrew her martial soul. The pale purple scales on her face gradually faded away, and the killing intent in her amethyst-like eyes vanished without a trace, leaving behind only endless tenderness.

"A'an."

Bibi Dong walked over to Pei An, pinching the hem of her skirt as though worried that the battle had damaged her clothing and affected her appearance.

Despite having gone through so many battles, neither Bibi Dong nor Pei An showed any signs of losing control to their killing intent.

The poison in the City of Slaughter's air had no effect on either of them.

Pei An's Life Domain could not only dispel the effects of the toxins in the City of Slaughter's air, but also soothe killing intent.

Similar to Tang Yuehua's Noble Domain, his Life Domain could calm the human heart.

Though the two worked in different ways, the result was the same.

A Crimson Robe descended from the sky.

At the sight of him, the Fallen Ones cried out fanatically:

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"

The King of Slaughter landed before Pei An and Bibi Dong, his expression complicated and carrying a hint of relief.

One hundred victories. Two more Gods of Slaughter were about to be born.

The King of Slaughter did not doubt whether Pei An and Bibi Dong could pass the Road to Hell.

There was no suspense at all. It was a certainty.

Never before had the King of Slaughter so desperately wished for Gods of Slaughter to be born as quickly as possible.

Wonderful. These two ancestors are finally leaving!

Over the past half year, he had kept a constant eye on Pei An and Bibi Dong, afraid that these two ancestors would cause more trouble.

Every day had been spent in unease and fear.

Today, that life would finally end!

Once Pei An and Bibi Dong left, he would once again be the King of Slaughter whose word was law in the City of Slaughter!

"Congratulations to you both for achieving one hundred victories. Next, I shall open the gate leading to the Road to Hell for you!"

Unlike the lengthy exchange with Tang San in the Original Work, the King of Slaughter seemed unable to wait to open the gate to the Road to Hell.

He raised both hands high, and his crimson robe fluttered.

The fanatical expressions of the Fallen Ones in the surrounding stands grew even more intense, even taking on a hint of madness.

As the King of Slaughter chanted an obscure, incomprehensible incantation, a blood-red Great Array slowly unfolded beneath his feet.

The life force of the Fallen Ones in the stands began to fade at a visible rate.

Blood flowed out from their bodies and streamed toward the King of Slaughter.

Dazzling red light flashed, and an ancient gate appeared in midair.

The passage beyond was dark and endless, like a colossal abyssal beast opening its maw.

"This is the gate leading to the Road to Hell," the King of Slaughter's voice slowly rang out.

A trace of pain flashed across his face.

That last massacre had killed countless Fallen Ones, and the City of Slaughter had yet to fully recover from it.

Opening the gate to hell had consumed the lives of many more Fallen Ones, making his heart ache.

But as long as he could send these two ancestors away, it was all worth it.

"May your journey go smoothly."

As the King of Slaughter suppressed the joy in his voice, Pei An led Bibi Dong through the gate to the Road to Hell.

The gate closed and vanished into the void, as though nothing had happened.

Even the King of Slaughter's flight seemed a little lighter.