There were still matches to come in the Hell Slaughter Arena, but Danheng had no interest in watching any further.
Danheng chose to leave the Hell Slaughter Arena directly. He spread out his spiritual power without restraint, searching Slaughter City for the Slaughter King's location.
As for how to find him, that was simple.
The Slaughter King—his name was so straightforward. All Danheng had to do was find the person here with the strongest aura of slaughter.
Although the environment here somewhat interfered with spiritual detection, Danheng still located the Slaughter King with ease.
The location was obvious as well: inside the tallest and most conspicuous building in Slaughter City.
Moreover, Danheng knew that the moment he found the other party, the other party had noticed him too.
Because a blood-red beam had already shot out from that building, carrying overwhelming slaughterous intent as it hurtled toward him.
The savage, bloody force within it was so intense that even if all the baleful aura in Slaughter City were gathered together, it would still struggle to rival it.
"Worthy of the Slaughter King."
Facing the oncoming crimson light, Danheng merely raised an arm slightly and gently tapped a finger in front of him.
"Boom!"
After a deafening blast, the blood-red beam, half a zhang thick, was forcibly split in two by Danheng's seemingly frail finger and swept wildly through Slaughter City.
"This killing intent is unusual."
All at once, Danheng sensed that the power contained within that light seemed somewhat special.
It was not merely pure slaughterous intent; it was mixed with quite a few other energies.
"This is land left behind by a god. Could the Slaughter King be the inheritor chosen by that god back then?"
Not long after, seemingly realizing that the attack was utterly ineffective against Danheng,