"You brat! I'll kill you!!" This Soul Douluo was so angry that he was shaking all over.
His left arm held Black Fiend Blade tightly, and the remaining Soul Power was crazily injected into the knife.
Rushing in the direction of Tang San desperately!
This blow of his was quite like a death-defying gesture!
However.
At this moment, his breath was extremely weak.
Blood gurgled out from the broken arm, and every step was accompanied by staggering. His strength had dropped to the bottom.
Tang San saw this and let out a low roar, but did not attack him head-on.
It moves sideways deftly.
At the same time.
The lion's tail, which had been trailing behind him and had green flames burning at the end, suddenly swept out!
Snap--!!
The thick tail hit Soul Douluo's waist accurately!
"Uh~ah!"
Soul Douluo screamed and flew out again.
This time it flew further and hit the edge of Hell Slaughter Arena directly.
He tried to stand up with a knife, but a large amount of blood continued to seep from the broken part of his right arm.
The breath of life was rapidly weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, his face turned gray, and his eyes began to become blurry.
He was holding a knife, half-kneeling on the ground, panting violently, and every breath was filled with blood foam.
He raised his head and looked at Long Zhanye who was also weak in the distance.
His eyes were filled with extremely complex emotions, including unwillingness, resentment, and disbelief.
However, in the end, it all turned into a deep sense of dejection and self-deprecation.
"Ho... ho..."
"Everyone, including me, thought..."
"That banned number Douluo is the biggest threat... try every means to deal with him..."
He spoke intermittently.
"And I... I will plot and kill most of the powerful people on the field..."
"I thought... the final winner... would be me..."
He shook his head bitterly, looking at his broken body and the flowing blood.
He looked again at Tang San, who was staring at him warily, and at Long Zhanye's eyes, which were still bright even in their weakness.
"I didn't expect... in the end... you, the weakest Soul Emperor... would win the secret..."
He felt the rapid passage of life force and realized it clearly.
In his current state, let alone killing the weird and powerful Soul Beast, he can't even get close to Long Zhanye.
All the calculations, forbearance, and cruelty seemed to have become a joke in the face of the final luck.
"I lost to you... not because I was not strong enough... nor because I was resourceful..."
He smiled miserably, and the last light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
"But... it's bad luck... time and fate..."
He paused and used his last strength to speak word by word.
There was a complex emotion of humiliation and relief in his tone:
"To die in the hands of a... 'weak' like you... I... am ashamed of myself!"
The voice fell.
He suddenly turned the Black Fiend Blade lying in front of him and pointed the sharp tip at his neck.
Under the watchful eyes of Long Zhanye and Tang San.
The last trace of look in his eyes disappeared completely, and he pulled his arm inward forcefully!
Click--!
There was a slight, heart-stopping sound of a sharp knife cutting a throat.
Blood spurted out from his broken neck.
His body stiffened slightly, and then he slowly fell forward.
The Black Fiend Blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, making no sound anymore.
This Black Fiend Blade Soul Douluo is scheming, ruthless and has calculated almost everyone on the field.
In the final unwillingness, he chose to commit suicide and ended his career in Slaughter City.
Huge Hell Slaughter Arena.
At this moment, only Long Zhanye's heavy breathing and Tang San's low and alert snores were left.
Corpses littered the ground and blood flowed into rivers.
The final winner turned out to be the "Soul Emperor" who was once considered the weakest but has repeatedly achieved miracles--
Long Zhanye.
He won his 100th victory.
Slaughter City, the fourth "God of Slaughter" in thousands of years, was born.
The 100th game.
Black Fiend Blade Soul Douluo committed suicide, the moment when his breath was completely cut off.
An indescribable majestic aura that seemed to have been suppressed for too long finally burst out from Long Zhanye!
That's not Soul Power, not Divine Power, but...
Almost condensed into substance, with biting cold and strong blood--Killing Intent!
Four months, hundreds of victories, and nearly two thousand souls perished at his hands.
These killings were not in vain, except for the times that brought him victory.
An unimaginable and horrifying Aura of Slaughter was accumulated deep in his soul!
These Killing Intent are usually forcibly suppressed and restrained by him with Chaos Heavenly Eye.
At this moment.
As the dust of the final victory settled, it seemed as if the last shackles had been lost and it completely burst out!
Boom--!!!
The gray-white airflow visible to the naked eye is like a violent tornado.
With Long Zhanye as the center, it spins and rises crazily, heading straight towards the purple Demon Moon above Hell Slaughter Arena!
Killing Intent Wherever the vortex passed, the air screamed like a whimper.
The temperature dropped sharply, and the blood stains on the ground that had not yet dried up seemed to have condensed with a layer of frost.
The entire Hell Slaughter Arena of Nuoda fell into a deathly silence at this moment.
In the stands.
Those Fallen Oness who were originally noisy, crazy, and bloodthirsty.
Under the shroud of this overwhelming horror Killing Intent.
Each one seemed to have their throats strangled, their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide, but no sound came out.
The excitement and cruelty in their eyes were now replaced by unspeakable fear and awe.
"Three-Eyed Tyrant"!
This name has enveloped Slaughter City like a nightmare for four months.
At this moment, it has become the most direct symbol of "Death" in everyone's heart!
No words needed.
He walked out of the mountain of corpses and crushed countless heads under his feet.
The figure of Killing Intent lingering on his body like a purgatory is already the most terrifying proof.
Killing Intent's strength may not be completely equivalent to strength.
But at this moment, the killing intent released from Long Zhanye is pure enough to freeze everything and cause anyone with a weak mind to collapse instantly.
He is the ultimate nightmare that Slaughter City no one wants to face, or even dare to look directly at.
At this moment when Killing Intent reaches the sky and everything is silent--
"Congratulations, young Three-Eyed Tyrant."
A low, sharp sound, as if coming from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Hell.
It's like a voice that sounds directly in everyone's soul.
It came from all directions without warning, full of weirdness and majesty.
As this voice sounded.
An even greater pressure that seemed to contain the power of some kind of rules suddenly descended like an invisible sky curtain!
The gray-white Killing Intent vortex that originally soared into the sky and spread wantonly.
In the face of this coercion, it was like meeting a nemesis, and he trembled violently.
Then it rolled back like a tide and was forced back into Long Zhanye's body forcefully and irresistibly!