Douluo: Return of the Killing Star, Starting by Settling Scores with Bibi Dong

Looking over, in a corner on the left, a burly man of extreme stature was dragging a plump woman by her hair, beginning to wantonly humiliate her in full public view.

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

On the other side, three or four people were brutally beating a young man; one of his arms had been torn off, and the person who had ripped it away was holding the severed limb and chewing on it heartily.

There were even more people holding blades to that young man's neck, and before them lay mangled corpses and piles of bright red minced flesh.

This was a world of true blood and tears. This was Slaughter City. It was filled with endless desire and slaughter.

In Slaughter City, the least valuable thing was a human life. Or to be precise, no one here considered their own life to be of any consequence.

Here, death was the most ordinary of occurrences.

Qian Xun'an took a slow step forward. At this moment, many people in Slaughter City had already set their sights on him.

Qian Xun'an's clothes were exceptionally luxurious, and he looked soft and delicate; such a person was absolutely a hot commodity in Slaughter City.

Moreover, they had never seen Qian Xun'an before, which meant he was definitely a newcomer. Naturally, they had to give such a newcomer some "special care"!

Immediately, many people followed behind Qian Xun'an, walking toward him.

At this moment, Qian Xun'an saw them. Among them, there was no one he was looking for, so he said, "Scram!"

As he spoke, Qian Xun'an took a step, and the bodies of those people began to crack continuously, collapsing in an instant.

A foul, nauseating stench wafted over, but Qian Xun'an acted as if he saw nothing. He simply continued walking straight ahead.

His footsteps appeared light, yet each stride covered at least several meters, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from everyone's sight.

At this moment, the people of Slaughter City watched this scene in utter shock, finding it hard to believe.

"How is this possible..."

In this Slaughter City, Qian Xun'an instantly released his spiritual domain.

Immediately, Qian Xun'an's spiritual power enveloped the entire Slaughter City in an instant.

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

"This is..."

Qian Xun'an felt a surge of joy in his heart and said, "I didn't expect this guy to actually still be alive!"

With that, Qian Xun'an instantly locked onto the location of that faint aura.

"Is it here?"

Qian Xun'an walked toward the direction of that aura.

That place was none other than the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Qian Xun'an arrived at the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena, and two Death Knights immediately blocked his path, saying, "This is the Hell Slaughter Arena. Only those who possess Bloody Mary may enter. Please leave!"

Qian Xun'an glanced at them indifferently.

In an instant, their bodies began to explode, turning into what was known as Bloody Mary.

Qian Xun'an stepped directly into the Hell Slaughter Arena.

At this moment, inside the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Boom—the final opponent had their head exploded by Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang San had finally achieved one hundred victories.

The King of Slaughter sat on his high throne, observing this scene.

A subordinate immediately approached the King of Slaughter and said, "King of Slaughter, this is bad. Someone has broken in."

"What?" The King of Slaughter was shocked, then looked at the situation before him and said, "We'll discuss that later. I fear the Hell Road must be opened now."

"Yes!" The subordinate immediately retreated.

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

The atmosphere inside the Hell Slaughter Arena reached its peak, for in mid-air, a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.

"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The chanting made the fallen ones hoarse, yet they showed no signs of stopping.

Tang San felt a chill in his heart, his gaze fixed on the scarlet figure in mid-air.

It was a tall man, his entire body wrapped in a massive scarlet cloak.

With a pale complexion and a pair of completely blood-red eyes, he descended slowly from the air, seemingly unaffected by gravity.

Hovering five meters above the ground, the King of Slaughter stopped his descent and looked down at Tang San. That low yet sharp voice rang out once more, "Bring forth the Hell Messenger."

The gate on the other side of the Hell Slaughter Arena opened, and Hu Liena, her eyes already half-red and her aura clearly unstable due to her own killing intent, walked out slowly.

When her gaze landed on Tang San, her aura finally stabilized a little.

The King of Slaughter's gaze fell upon the spectator stands of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

"I am very pleased to witness the birth of two powerhouses in the Slaughter Arena today. One hundred victories, something not seen for decades, has been achieved by two young people.

They have used their powerful strength and terrifying killing intent to make you tremble, haven't they? My subjects."

"Yes... yes... yes..." The King of Slaughter seemed to possess a unique charm, causing all the fallen ones to develop a near-fanatical worship the moment they laid eyes on him.

From him, Tang San could smell a faint, sweet, and bloody scent—a fragrance that was somewhat intoxicating. Unfortunately, for him and Hu Liena, this influence was not particularly significant.

The King of Slaughter lowered his head, looking at Tang San and Hu Liena. "Asura King, Hell Messenger. Thank you for letting me feel the existence of passion once again. One hundred victories—very good."

"To commend your achievements, I have decided to make an exception and grant you the title of God of Slaughter."

"From this day forward, you may enter and leave Slaughter City as you please. Furthermore, you are cordially invited to serve as guest ministers of Slaughter City, subordinate only to me."

We don't have to walk the Hell Road? Tang San looked at Hu Liena in surprise, only to find her looking back at him. Both of their gazes revealed a sense of bewilderment.

Hu Liena was the first to speak. "There is no need, great King of Slaughter. We cannot allow the rules of Slaughter City to be broken because of us."

"I wish to pass the trial of the Hell Road and earn your reward. I hope to rely on my own strength to walk out of here and become a true God of Slaughter."

The eyes of the King of Slaughter narrowed. "I fear you do not know the terror of the Hell Road. Hell Messenger, I hope you understand that a person only has one life."

Hu Liena sneered. "Great King of Slaughter, is it not a bit ridiculous for you to talk to me about life? This is a world of slaughter."

A stronger red light flashed through the eyes of the King of Slaughter before vanishing. He turned his gaze to Tang San. "And what about you? Are you willing to accept my reward and become a guest minister of Slaughter City?"

Tang San smiled indifferently. "My purpose in coming here was to walk that Hell Road. King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness."

"Please open the entrance to the Hell Road. I am willing to pass this trial together with the Hell Messenger."

The expression of the King of Slaughter changed abruptly. "You intend to join forces to pass the Hell Road? Have you forgotten your origins?"

Hu Liena sneered, "In this world, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."

"Since that is the case, then go and walk the Hell Road."

Thick red mist erupted from the body of the King of Slaughter, and the immense pressure forced Tang San and Hu Liena to retreat rapidly. They had to back away dozens of meters before they could barely withstand it.

What the King of Slaughter released was not killing intent, but an aura of extreme evil—a coldness that made one's very marrow feel as if it were freezing.

The evil, icy red ripples spread out slowly, and in the blink of an eye, they had permeated the entire arena.

The fallen ones sitting in the spectator stands were unusually excited; they all hoped to witness the opening of the Hell Road. However, what they did not know was that their lives had already reached their end.

Except for the God of Slaughter and the King of Slaughter, no one had ever seen the Hell Road open, because everyone who had seen it was dead.

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

The fallen ones, who had been cheering wildly, gradually grew quiet as the red light descended upon the spectator stands. The eyes of every fallen one slowly turned dull, and then from dull to bloodshot red.

It did not take long. When the red light formed a massive barrier across the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, agonizing screams began to erupt from those who had first come into contact with the light.

Affected by the red light, those fallen ones seemed to go insane, frantically clawing at their own faces and bodies...

Even within those screams, there was a sense of extreme, ecstatic pleasure. It was as if they were deriving infinite enjoyment from this self-mutilation.

Skin peeled away, blood sprayed everywhere, and they even began to tear their own internal organs from their bodies. This madness would only cease with the end of their lives.

More and more fallen ones began to undergo this transformation, until it spread throughout the entire arena.

Qian Xun'an had just walked in when he saw this scene, murmuring, "A blood sacrifice?"

At this moment, Qian Xun'an spotted the person he was looking for at a glance. That person was already being controlled by the King of Slaughter and was frantically self-mutilating.

"You cannot die!"

As Qian Xun'an spoke, he took a step forward, his body instantly leaping into the air.

In that moment, Qian Xun'an took a step and arrived instantly in front of the man.

That man was indeed the person Qian Xun'an was looking for, but he was already under the control of the King of Slaughter, frantically clawing at his own face.

Qian Xun'an's gaze sharpened, and a golden light erupted from his hand. The golden light instantly enveloped the man, binding him directly.

At this moment.