The God of Life's Heir Can Deprive Life—That's Perfectly Reasonable, Right?

Stepping onto the Road to Hell

Before them lay an extremely narrow path, barely wide enough for one person to pass, with no end in sight.

On one side was a pool of blood that steamed and boiled—the very foundation of the City of Slaughter.

In the Original Work, Tang San had thrown the Snowy Swan Kiss into it, causing the toxins within the blood pool to expand violently and ultimately leading to the destruction of the entire City of Slaughter.

Pei An had already given the Snowy Swan Kiss to Bibi Dong earlier.

Bibi Dong's martial soul was closely tied to poison, and the Snowy Swan Kiss would benefit her greatly.

Of course, even if the Snowy Swan Kiss were still in Pei An's hands, he would never throw it into the blood pool beneath his feet.

The City of Slaughter was such a fine prison. Did he have a hole in his head to destroy it?

Pei An did not care who would obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain afterward.

"Let's go."

Pei An and Bibi Dong headed forward together.

Centered around Pei An, a glowing green barrier with a diameter of five meters formed, enveloping them both and blocking out the effects of the Road to Hell.

After walking for roughly five minutes, a rustling sound rose from the darkness.

Bibi Dong's vigilance instantly heightened. Light flickered in her purple Beautiful Eyes, while a layer of purple scales gradually spread across her skin.

Bolstered by Soul Power, the two of them clearly saw the source of the sound in the darkness.

Countless bats flapped their wings and surged toward them.

"Courting death!" Bibi Dong snorted coldly as her soul rings flashed.

Threads filled the sky, weaving and crisscrossing before them.

The spider silk, containing terrifying venom, reduced the incoming bats to nothing in an instant.

The bats seemed to sense the terror of those purple threads. They stopped rushing forward and instead began releasing strange sound waves.

They were sound waves of the mental attack type, the signature skill of most bat-type soul beasts.

Though each bat's cultivation was not particularly high, the stacked sound waves were not to be underestimated.

Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Although she did not specialize in Mental Power, the Mental Power of a Title Douluo was still enough for her to withstand the layered sonic attack.

It was merely a little piercing to the ears.

"So noisy." With the Sword of the Living Judgement in hand, Pei An gave it a light swing forward.

There was no Sword Qi, yet the bats' life force strangely began to plummet at a rapid pace.

A moment later, the bats fell like raindrops into the blood pool below, vanishing without a trace.

The Darkgold Three-Headed Bat King from the Original Work did not appear.

"That beast has some brains, at least."

It seemed the Darkgold Three-Headed Bat King had grown afraid and most likely found somewhere to hide.

Pei An had no intention of searching for it.

Since it knew better, he did not mind sparing its life.

However, not everything was so sensible.

In the middle of the path, a massive figure curled around the suspended trail, which was not even wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

It was a giant serpent. Its head and back bore nine prominent bulges, like enormous blood-red mushrooms, with blood faintly visible flowing within them.

Pei An immediately knew the identity of the creature before him. "The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent."

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent?

Hearing Pei An's words, Bibi Dong froze slightly as memories long buried in her mind resurfaced.

She had seen this name in the Library Pavilion of Spirit Hall.

If she remembered correctly, it was an ancient ferocious beast that had already gone extinct. She had not expected to encounter one here.

But on second thought, it made sense.

As the saying went, rare treasures and strange beasts emerged from extraordinary places. Wasn't the Road to Hell exactly such a place?

Still, she was only mildly surprised.

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent before them looked terrifying, but to Bibi Dong and Pei An, it was nothing much.

"The delivery has arrived." Pei An's lips curved slightly as the Sword of the Living Judgement appeared in his hand.

Though the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was not particularly powerful, it was still an ancient exotic beast, and its body contained quite a few treasures.

Pei An remembered that the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's Inner Core was an exceptionally rare fire-element treasure.

It was of no use to Pei An himself, but that did not mean it would be useless to others.

It might come in handy someday. In any case, killing the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent before him would not be difficult for Pei An.

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent noticed Pei An's killing intent, but a humanlike trace of disdain flashed through its golden vertical pupils.

Its status as an ancient exotic beast seemed to have given it considerable confidence.

"Dong'er, wait a moment."

After leaving those words behind, Pei An strode toward the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent with his sword in hand. His white robes turned into a streak of white light, too fast to follow.

In the blink of an eye, Pei An had appeared above the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's head.

He raised the Sword of the Living Judgement high and slashed down at the serpent's massive body.

The sword light was fierce, as though it could destroy all things.

Sensing the terrifying power within Pei An's strike, the contempt in the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's eyes instantly turned to fear.

Flames erupted from its enormous body, transforming into fiery serpents that opened their jaws and bit toward Pei An.

But how could the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent, which Tang San of the Original Work had been able to kill at that level of strength, possibly have any room to resist before Pei An, who had already reached the cultivation of a Soul Douluo?

The sharp Sword Qi easily shattered the charging fiery serpents. Without changing his motion, Pei An brought the Sword of the Living Judgement down upon the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's massive body.

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's scales, as tough as refined iron, were as fragile as tofu before the Sword of the Living Judgement. There was no resistance at all as the blade cleaved straight into its body.

Its tail and body were instantly severed, blood spraying from the smooth cross-section like a pillar of water.

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent let out a pained cry, like the long wail of an infant.

It instinctively tried to use its power to recover, only to discover in terror that an extremely dreadful force seemed to be blocking its power at the wound.

No, it was even dissolving the life force within its body!

Pei An rested his sword behind his back and quietly watched the scene unfold.

Once it had been struck by his sword, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's fate had already been decided.

Those wounded by the Sword of the Living Judgement not only found their wounds difficult to heal, but their own life force would also rapidly drain away.

Without a prompt and effective method of treatment, death would be the only outcome.

This was a technique Pei An had devised after his understanding of the Law of Life reached a higher level.

It counted as an application of the Law of Life.

He wondered what the Goddess of Life, known for her kindness, would think if she saw Pei An using the Law of Life in such a manner.

At any rate, Pei An himself saw no issue with it.

Granting life force was the Law of Life, and depriving life force was also the Law of Life. What was wrong with that?

No one had ever said that the God of Life had to be bad at fighting.

Able to support and attack—that was the truly flawless path!