Douluo: Black Hole Spirit, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

Yang Ziyuan, however, did not care in the slightest about her departure.

Next, what he had to do was secure one hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena in the shortest time possible!

As Yang Ziyuan's winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena grew, everyone became increasingly terrified of his Black Hole Martial Soul.

Consequently, the moniker Abyss Devil Lord gradually began to spread throughout Slaughter City!

-08-19 03:23:00 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

Six months later, Slaughter City.

"It took half a year to barely reach fifty-two wins. No wonder that little brat took two years to reach the goal of one hundred wins."

Looking at his current record, Yang Ziyuan felt quite emotional.

Ever since he passed fifty wins, the time it took for the Hell Slaughter Arena to match him with opponents had become longer and longer.

During these six months, his spirit power level had only increased by one rank.

And that was only achieved with the support of a large amount of Bloody Mary.

Because this Slaughter City was filled with danger at every moment, he had no spare time to cultivate.

However, compared to that little brat who only increased his spirit power by one rank in two years, he felt his situation was already quite good.

Although his spirit power level hadn't risen much, his combat techniques had improved significantly.

If he were to face a Spirit King, he might not dare to claim certain victory relying solely on technique. But dealing with a Spirit Sect was still a piece of cake!

After all, a Spirit King was a watershed; a Spirit King with a ten-thousand-year spirit ring and an ordinary spirit master were two completely different things.

"At the current matching speed, it might take me another half a year to complete one hundred wins!"

Thinking of this, Yang Ziyuan began to contemplate his next plans.

Meanwhile, in a gloomy palace, an old man with a full head of white hair sat upright on the throne.

"Great King, the Abyss Devil Lord has passed another match. His speed of advancement is truly unimaginable. I fear it won't be long before he completes one hundred wins! Should we send someone to finish him off?"

Hearing the Black Veil Woman's suggestion, a look of helplessness appeared in the eyes of the King of Slaughter.

He truly did not want to provoke Yang Ziyuan.

Because the moment the other party completed his first match, the Black Veil Woman had already brought back news of him.

Thus, out of curiosity, he had secretly observed Yang Ziyuan.

But it would have been better if he hadn't looked; one look gave him a fright.

Through the mark on Yang Ziyuan's forehead, he was one hundred percent certain that the other party was the successor of some god.

Regarding gods, he was the most knowledgeable person there was.

After all, the person he was currently possessing was the successor of the Asura God!

However, what he couldn't understand was, as this was the trial ground for the Asura God, what was the other party doing here?

Why not honestly complete his own God Trial instead of running to another god's trial ground to stir up trouble? What kind of operation was this?

Although he didn't know the other party's purpose for coming here, the only thing he could be certain of was that he absolutely must not provoke this person!

Even if the other party wanted the Deathgod Domain, he would not make a move against him!

After all, he was already hated by the Asura God. If another god were to get involved, he probably wouldn't live to see tomorrow!

Don't look at how easily he was able to possess Tang Chen now.

Otherwise, he would have long since been killed by Tang Chen, helping him achieve godhood.

And the Rakshasa God had not contacted him since then.

Therefore, he dared not easily provoke Yang Ziyuan.

After all, he no longer had a god backing him.

"Kill, kill, kill, all you know is killing! Is the Abyss Devil Lord someone you or I can afford to provoke?"

Hearing the reprimand from the King of Slaughter, the Black Veil Woman said with an innocent expression: "King, wasn't it you who said that anyone who wants to become a Deathgod is an enemy of our Slaughter City? My subordinate is doing this for your sake!"

"Enough, enough! From now on, you are all forbidden from interfering in matters concerning the Abyss Devil Lord. Once he achieves one hundred wins, he will naturally leave this place through the Hell Road."

With no way to voice his grievances, he could only helplessly issue the order.

Hearing this, the Black Veil Woman nodded immediately, indicating she understood.

Nine months later, Hell Slaughter Arena.

At this moment in the arena, Yang Ziyuan, filled with killing intent, was staring intently at the other nine people with eyes that glowed slightly red, his gaze revealing endless coldness and determination.

Seeing this, the other nine could not help but be filled with terror, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

They felt the powerful and suffocating killing intent emanating from Yang Ziyuan, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

The arrangements of the arena left them with no way to escape, only able to await the judgment of fate.

Because this time, they were facing the Abyss Devil Lord, who had ninety-nine consecutive wins!

This title did not just represent victory; it symbolized endless slaughter and destruction.

Every opponent who had ever fought against him had, without exception, become a soul lost to his blade.

Furthermore, even their corpses were completely devoured by his Martial Soul!

Now, facing this terrifying existence, their hearts were instantly filled with despair and fear.

In contrast, the spectators in the stands were all looking at Yang Ziyuan with faces full of excitement.

"Abyss Devil Lord, go! Win this match, and you will be the hundred-victory champion of the Slaughter Arena!"

"Hahaha!! I never thought that I, Li Gang, would have the chance to witness the birth of a hundred-victory legend!"

"Go, Abyss Devil Lord, don't let us down!"

After witnessing Yang Ziyuan's formidable strength, the crowd had gradually turned into his fans.

However, upon hearing the shouts of the crowd, Yang Ziyuan turned a deaf ear.

At this moment, after a long period of slaughter, he had been somewhat affected by the aura of slaughter.

If it weren't for the Life God power of his second Martial Soul, which weakened it somewhat, he would have likely fallen into madness long ago.

Even so, his state of mind had still undergone some changes.

Therefore, he only wanted to end the battle quickly now, striving to return early to control his own killing intent.

Following the referee's command, the other nine people moved one after another.

Although they knew clearly that this was a certain-death situation, under these circumstances, they could only choose to give it a try.

Otherwise, they would likely have no hope of survival at all!

Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan did not want to tangle with them.

"Annihilation Star Moon Slash!"

As soon as his voice fell, the space around the Slaughter Arena suddenly fluctuated.

The next second, countless silver spatial blades struck toward the other nine people from all directions.

In this situation, everyone could only dodge.

And Yang Ziyuan, taking advantage of this opportunity, summoned his Black Hole Martial Soul.

As the suction of the Black Hole Martial Soul appeared, the expressions of the other nine people instantly turned ugly.

Under the effect of the suction, their dodging speed was restricted, and soon, someone was hit by a spatial blade.

In an instant, blood splattered, and heads flew into the air one by one.

The next second, their corpses were completely devoured by the black hole.

At the moment the battle ended, a sharp, low voice rang out from all directions.

"Congratulations, Abyss Devil Lord, you have successfully claimed the hundred-victory championship of the Slaughter Arena!"

-08-19 21:14:14 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

As soon as the voice fell, a tall, blood-red figure slowly descended from the air.

Seeing the person who had suddenly appeared in the Slaughter Arena, the crowd in the stands instantly became fanatical.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"

Looking at the fanatical believers all around, a smile appeared on the corner of the King of Slaughter's mouth.

"Today, we are fortunate to witness the birth of a hundred-victory champion of the Slaughter Arena. His strength is something we have all witnessed! Perhaps, he will also be able to clear the Hell Road and become the next God of Slaughter!"

As he spoke, the King of Slaughter looked at Yang Ziyuan again.

"Abyss Devil Lord, are you willing to attempt the Hell Road?"