Douluo: The Slaughter Star Returns, Settling Accounts with Bibi Dong from the Start, Part 36

As far as the eye could see, in a corner to the left, a hulking man was gripping a voluptuous woman by the head and wantonly humiliating her in public.

A crowd had gathered around them, but they were all cheering him on.

Elsewhere, three or four people were beating a young man. One of his arms had been ripped off, and the person who had torn it away was clutching the severed limb and chewing on it.

Even more people had knives pressed to the young man's neck. Before them lay heaps of mutilated corpses and several piles of fresh, bloody flesh.

This was a world of blood and tears. This was Slaughter City, a place filled with countless desires and endless killing.

In Slaughter City, human lives were worth less than anything else. Or rather, no one here took their own life seriously.

Death was nothing out of the ordinary here.

Qian Xun'an began walking slowly. By now, quite a few people in Slaughter City had set their sights on him.

Qian Xun'an's clothes were extremely luxurious, and he had soft, delicate features. Someone like him was sure to be in high demand in Slaughter City.

What's more, none of them had ever seen him before. That meant he was definitely a newcomer, and they naturally wanted to give a newcomer a little extra "care"!

Several people immediately followed behind Qian Xun'an, heading toward him.

Qian Xun'an saw them. None of them was the person he was looking for, so he said, "Get lost!"

As he spoke, Qian Xun'an took one step forward. Their bodies began to crack apart, then crumbled in an instant.

A foul stench filled the air, but Qian Xun'an seemed not to notice. He simply kept walking forward.

His steps seemed light, but each stride carried him several meters. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from everyone's sight.

The people of Slaughter City stared at the scene in utter shock and disbelief.

"How is that possible..."

Qian Xun'an immediately released his spiritual domain in Slaughter City.

In the next instant, his spiritual power swept over the entire city.

Just then, Qian Xun'an suddenly sensed a faint fluctuation.

"This is..."

Qian Xun'an's heart leapt with joy. "I can't believe that guy is still alive!"

As he spoke, he immediately pinpointed the source of that faint aura.

"Is it here?"

With that, Qian Xun'an headed toward the source of the aura.

It was Hell Slaughter Arena.

Qian Xun'an arrived at the entrance to Hell Slaughter Arena. Two Death Knights immediately stopped him. "This is Hell Slaughter Arena. Only those carrying Bloody Mary may enter. Please leave!"

Qian Xun'an glanced at them indifferently.

Their bodies promptly burst apart, turning into what was known as Bloody Mary.

Qian Xun'an stepped straight into Hell Slaughter Arena.

Hell Slaughter Arena.

Boom—the final opponent was killed when Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer smashed his head.

Tang San had finally won his hundredth match.

At that moment, the King of Slaughter sat high above, watching the scene.

One of his subordinates hurried up to him. "King of Slaughter, we have a problem. Someone has broken in."

"What?" The King of Slaughter was startled. He glanced at the scene before him and said, "We'll talk about it later. It looks like we have to open Hell Road now."

"Yes!" The subordinate immediately withdrew.

The King of Slaughter looked down at Tang San. "Congratulations, young Asura King."

The atmosphere inside Hell Slaughter Arena reached a fever pitch as a blood-red figure descended from the air.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!" The fallen ones shouted themselves hoarse, yet showed no sign of stopping.

Tang San's heart tightened as he looked up at the scarlet figure in the air.

It was a tall man, entirely wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

His face was pale, and his eyes were completely blood-red. He descended slowly from the sky, seemingly unaffected by gravity.

The King of Slaughter stopped five meters above the ground and looked down at Tang San. His low yet piercing voice rang out once more. "Please welcome the Hell Messenger."

The door on the other side of Hell Slaughter Arena opened. Hu Liena, whose eyes were already nearly half blood-red and whose aura had grown unsteady from her killing intent, slowly walked in.

Only when her gaze fell on Tang San did her aura settle somewhat.

The King of Slaughter turned his gaze toward the spectator stands.

"I'm delighted to have witnessed the rise of two powerful fighters today. It has been decades since anyone achieved a hundred victories, and now two young people have done it.

"With their formidable strength and terrifying killing intent, they have made you tremble, haven't they, my subjects?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The King of Slaughter seemed to possess a unique charm that made every fallen one who saw him worship him almost to the point of madness.

Tang San caught a faint, sweetly metallic scent from him, an intoxicating smell. Fortunately, it had little effect on either Tang San or Hu Liena.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Tang San and Hu Liena. "Asura King, Hell Messenger. Thank you for making me feel that passion again. A hundred victories—very good.

"To reward you for your achievements, I've decided to make an exception and grant you the title of God of Slaughter.

"From this day onward, you may come and go from Slaughter City as you please. You will also be appointed honored guests of Slaughter City, second only to me."

They didn't have to take Hell Road? Tang San looked at Hu Liena in surprise, only to find her looking back at him. Confusion showed in both their eyes.

Hu Liena spoke first. "No, thank you, great King of Slaughter. You shouldn't break the rules of Slaughter City for our sake.

"I'm willing to face the trial of Hell Road before receiving your reward. I want to rely on my own strength to leave this place and become a true God of Slaughter."

The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed. "You probably don't understand how terrifying Hell Road is. Hell Messenger, I hope you understand that a person only has one life."

Hu Liena sneered. "Great King of Slaughter, isn't it ridiculous for you to talk to me about life? This is a world of killing."

A stronger red gleam flashed across the King of Slaughter's eyes. He turned his gaze to Tang San. "And you? Will you accept my reward and become an honored guest of Slaughter City?"

Tang San smiled calmly. "I came here to walk Hell Road. King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness.

"Please open the entrance to Hell Road. I'm willing to face this trial alongside the Hell Messenger."

The King of Slaughter's expression changed abruptly. "You want to face Hell Road together? Have you forgotten where you came from?"

Hu Liena sneered. "There are no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests."

"Very well. Then walk Hell Road."

A dense red mist suddenly poured from the King of Slaughter, and its immense pressure forced Tang San and Hu Liena to retreat rapidly. They only managed to withstand it after backing away several dozen meters.

What the King of Slaughter released wasn't killing intent, but an extremely evil aura—a coldness so intense it seemed to freeze one's very bones.

Waves of sinister, icy red energy spread slowly outward. In just a few blinks, they had swept across the entire arena.

The fallen ones sitting in the stands were all extraordinarily excited. They were eager to see Hell Road open. But they had no idea that their lives were already nearing their end.

No one but a God of Slaughter or the King of Slaughter had ever seen Hell Road open, because everyone who had witnessed it had died.

Or rather, they had all become sacrifices for the opening of Hell Road.

As the red light descended upon the stands, the fallen ones who had been shouting wildly gradually fell silent. Their eyes grew dull, then slowly turned bloodshot.

Before long, when the red light had formed a massive barrier across Hell Slaughter Arena, agonized screams rang out from those it touched first.

Under the red light's influence, the fallen ones seemed to go mad, desperately clawing at their faces and bodies...

Their screams even carried an intense thrill, as if they were taking endless pleasure in the act of hurting themselves.

Their skin peeled back, blood sprayed everywhere, and some even tore out their own entrails. The madness only stopped when their lives ended.

More and more fallen ones succumbed to this change, until it had spread across the entire arena.

Qian Xun'an had just entered when he witnessed the scene. He murmured, "A blood sacrifice?"

At a glance, Qian Xun'an spotted the person he was looking for. That person was under the King of Slaughter's control and was frantically mutilating himself.

"You can't die!"

As Qian Xun'an spoke, he stepped forward and shot into the air.

With another step, Qian Xun'an instantly appeared in front of the man.

The man was the very person Qian Xun'an had come to find. But the King of Slaughter had already taken control of him, and he was frantically clawing at his own face.

Qian Xun'an's gaze sharpened. A golden light burst from his hand and instantly enveloped the man, binding him in place.

At that moment.