Yang Ziyuan didn't care at all that she had left.
Next, he had to achieve a hundred victories in the Slaughter Arena as quickly as possible!
As Yang Ziyuan's winning streak in the Slaughter Arena grew, people became increasingly afraid of his Black Hole Martial Soul.
And so, the title of Abyss Devil Lord gradually spread throughout Slaughter City!
Six months later, Slaughter City.
"It took me half a year to barely reach a fifty-two-win streak. No wonder Little Scumbag took two years to reach a hundred wins."
Looking at his current record, Yang Ziyuan felt rather emotional.
Ever since he passed fifty consecutive wins, it had taken longer and longer for the Slaughter Arena to find him an opponent.
Over the past six months, his Soul Power Level had only increased by one.
He'd only managed even that thanks to the support of large quantities of Bloody Mary.
That was because danger lurked everywhere in Slaughter City, leaving him no time to cultivate.
Still, compared to Little Scumbag, who had taken two years to increase his Soul Power Level by one, Yang Ziyuan felt his own situation was already quite good.
Although his Soul Power Level hadn't increased much, his combat skills had improved greatly.
If he faced a Soul King, he might not dare claim victory through skill alone. But against a Soul Ancestor, he could win with ease!
After all, the Soul King realm was a watershed. A Soul King with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was in a completely different league from an ordinary Soul Master.
"At this rate, it might take me another half a year or more to reach a hundred wins!"
Thinking of this, Yang Ziyuan began considering what to do next.
At the same time, in a dim palace, a white-haired old man sat on a throne.
"Great King, the Abyss Devil Lord has won another match. His progress is truly astonishing. It won't be long before he reaches a hundred wins! Should we send someone to kill him?"
Hearing the Black Veil Woman's suggestion, a helpless look appeared in the King of Slaughter's eyes.
He really didn't want to provoke Yang Ziyuan.
The Black Veil Woman had brought him word about Yang Ziyuan after his very first match.
Curious, he had secretly observed Yang Ziyuan.
He'd been better off not looking. The sight had given him a shock.
The mark on Yang Ziyuan's forehead convinced him beyond a doubt that the young man was the heir of a Godly Mansion.
He knew more than enough about Godly Mansions.
After all, the person he was possessing was the heir to the Asura God!
But what he couldn't understand was why Yang Ziyuan had come here, to a trial ground of the Asura God.
Why would someone who should be diligently completing a God Trial come to cause trouble in another God's trial ground?
Though he didn't know why Yang Ziyuan had come, there was one thing he was sure of: he absolutely couldn't provoke him!
Even if Yang Ziyuan wanted the Divine Slaughter's Domain, he wouldn't make a move against him!
After all, the Asura God already held a grudge against him. If he angered another God, he might not live to see tomorrow!
It wasn't as if he could possess Tang Chen so easily.
Otherwise, Tang Chen would have killed him long ago and gone on to become a God.
And after that, the Rakshasa God had never contacted him again.
That was why he didn't dare provoke Yang Ziyuan.
After all, he no longer had a God backing him.
"Kill, kill, kill! All you ever think about is killing! Is the Abyss Devil Lord someone you and I can afford to provoke?"
Hearing the King of Slaughter's scolding, the Black Veil Woman said innocently, "My King, didn't you say that anyone seeking to become a Slaughter God is an enemy of Slaughter City? I'm only doing this for your sake!"
"Enough, enough! From now on, none of you are to interfere in anything concerning the Abyss Devil Lord. Once he achieves a hundred wins, he'll leave through Hell Road."
With no way to voice his grievances, he could only issue the order helplessly.
The Black Veil Woman immediately nodded to show she understood.
Nine months later, Hell Slaughter Arena.
Now, Yang Ziyuan stood on the arena, his body radiating killing intent as his red-tinged eyes fixed on the other nine. His gaze was cold and resolute.
The other nine were terrified. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
They felt the powerful, suffocating killing intent emanating from Yang Ziyuan, as if a ferocious beast had set its sights on them.
The Slaughter Arena's rules left them no way to escape. All they could do was await their fate.
This time, they were up against the Abyss Devil Lord, who had won ninety-nine matches in a row!
The title represented more than victory. It was a symbol of endless slaughter and destruction.
Not one opponent who had ever fought him had survived. Each had become a soul under his blade.
Some hadn't even left behind a corpse—their bodies had been devoured by his Martial Soul!
Now, standing before this terrifying figure, they were filled with despair and fear.
Meanwhile, the spectators watched Yang Ziyuan with excitement.
"Keep it up, Abyss Devil Lord! Win this match, and you'll be the Slaughter Arena's hundred-win champion!"
"Hahaha! I never thought I, Li Gang, would get to witness the birth of a hundred-win legend!"
"Go, Abyss Devil Lord! Don't let us down!"
After seeing Yang Ziyuan's strength, the crowd had gradually become his fans.
But Yang Ziyuan paid no heed to their cheers.
After so much killing, the Killing Aura had begun to affect him.
If the life force of his Second Martial Soul hadn't weakened its influence, he would have already succumbed to madness.
Even so, his mindset had changed somewhat.
So now he wanted to end the fight quickly and get back to bring his killing intent under control.
At the referee's signal, the other nine sprang into action.
They knew this was a fight they couldn't survive, but in this situation, they had no choice but to risk it.
Otherwise, they had no hope of surviving at all!
Yang Ziyuan had no intention of getting drawn into a struggle with them.
"Annihilation Star Moon Slash!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, space around the Slaughter Arena began to ripple.
The next moment, countless silver spatial blades shot toward the other nine from every direction.
They had no choice but to dodge.
Taking advantage of the opening, Yang Ziyuan summoned his Black Hole Martial Soul.
As its gravitational force emerged, the other nine grew grim.
The force slowed their movements as they tried to dodge. Soon, one of them was struck by a spatial blade.
In an instant, blood sprayed and heads flew.
The next moment, their bodies were devoured by the black hole.
Just as the battle ended, a sharp, low voice rang out from all directions.
"Congratulations, Abyss Devil Lord! You've successfully claimed the Slaughter Arena's hundred-win championship!"
A moment later, a tall, blood-red figure slowly descended from the sky.
When the spectators saw the sudden arrival in the Slaughter Arena, they erupted in fervor.
"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"
Looking at his fanatical followers, the King of Slaughter smiled.
"Today, we have the honor of witnessing the birth of a hundred-win champion of the Slaughter Arena. We've all seen his strength! Perhaps he, too, can conquer Hell Road and become the next Slaughter God!"
As he spoke, the King of Slaughter turned to Yang Ziyuan.
"Abyss Devil Lord, are you willing to brave Hell Road?"
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