"Poof!" Long Zhanye's face instantly turned pale.
He groaned, his body swayed, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Killing Intent was forcibly suppressed back into the body, like a violent flood being blocked back into a dam.
It had a big impact on his already weak body.
But his eyes were still sharp, and he endured the discomfort and looked up at the source of the sound.
The atmosphere inside Hell Slaughter Arena was ignited to an unprecedented extreme at this moment!
mid-air.
A blood-red figure is bathing in the fanatical gazes of countless Fallen Ones below.
Like gods descending, they slowly descend from the sky!
"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!!!"
Deafening, almost crazy shouts erupted from the stands!
All Fallen Ones, no matter how scared and numb they were before.
At this moment, it was like beating a chicken Blood One, my face turned red, and I shouted that supreme name at the top of my lungs!
Their voices converged into a torrent that almost overturned the entire Slaughter Arena dome.
Long Zhanye felt awe-struck in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the figure in mid-air.
It was an unusually tall and burly man.
His whole body was shrouded in a scarlet cloak that was so wide that it looked like it was stained with blood.
The cloak moves automatically in the absence of wind, making a hunting sound.
His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, as if he had not seen the sun all year round, which formed a strange contrast with the scarlet cloak.
The most heart-stopping thing is his eyes--
Completely blood red, like two bottomless pools of Blood Pool.
There is no human emotion, only endless coldness, evil and indifference.
His descent was slow and steady.
Finally, it stopped at a height of about five meters from the ground, looking down at Long Zhanye below.
This ability to levitate in the air is something Long Zhanye has never seen before.
But what weighed more heavily on his heart was the aura emanating from the other party -
Deep as an abyss, as vast as the sea, evil and cold with an unquestionable and absolute authority!
The intensity of this aura far exceeded that of most elders of the Noumenon Sect he had seen.
Therefore.
He can be sure that the "King of Slaughter" in front of him is definitely a terrifying existence that has stepped into the Super Douluo level!
Maybe even stronger!
King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes first glanced at Fallen Ones who was shouting crazily below.
With a kind of indifference that controlled everything, he slowly fell on Long Zhanye.
"I'm very happy," King of Slaughter's voice sounded again, still deep and sharp.
"Today, I witnessed the birth of a truly strong Slaughter Arena."
"A record of 100 victories that has not been seen for... hundreds of years has been demonstrated again by a young man like you."
He paused slightly, as if enjoying the more fanatical shouting below.
Then he continued, "With his strong strength..."
"And the terrifying Killing Intent makes you tremble, doesn't it? My people."
"Yes--! Yes--! Yes--!!"
What responded to him was a more uniform, fanatical roar like a pilgrim.
King of Slaughter seems to exude a unique spiritual charm.
It can actually make these already fallen souls feel almost crazy worship and surrender.
Long Zhanye's nose moved slightly, from King of Slaughter's body.
He smelled a faint, sweet smell with a hint of decay.
It's a bit like a highly concentrated "Bloody Mary" mixed with other indescribable things.
It makes people feel like they are swaying and want to sink.
Fortunately, his Heavenly Eye also has the effect of warding off evil spirits and was not greatly affected.
King of Slaughter lowered his head, his blood-red pupils focused on Long Zhanye's face. "Three-Eyed Tyrant..."
"Thank you for letting me feel the long-lost passion again."
"Yum... good. Very good."
He changed the topic and his voice sounded a bit like a gift:
"In order to commend you for your outstanding achievements, I have decided..."
"I grant you the exceptional title of 'God of Slaughter'!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, but Long Zhanye was shocked.
King of Slaughter continued, "From now on, you can enter and leave Slaughter City freely without any restrictions."
"And, I will honor you as Slaughter City's guest."
"The status is second only to me and enjoys supreme authority and resources!"
No need to go to Hell Road? Directly grant God of Slaughter title and free access rights?
The surprise in Long Zhanye's eyes flashed away, and then was replaced by deep doubts.
There is no pie in the sky, especially in this abyss of sin.
What the hell is this King of Slaughter doing?
Just give the "reward" directly without going through the Hell Road test, which is the most dangerous but also potentially the most beneficial?
Like all smart people, he possesses Head Spirit Bone and his thoughts turn very fast.
After a brief moment of surprise, a clear thought came to mind:
This King of Slaughter doesn't want to get "Divine Slaughter's Domain" at all!
He is using seemingly generous rewards to tempt himself to give up on Hell Road!
Go Hell Road and escape from death.
But if you go through it, you can get the legendary "Divine Slaughter's Domain".
That is a kind of Talent Domain, with unlimited potential and a huge increase in strength!
King of Slaughter is obviously afraid of the birth of the new "God of Slaughter", so he wants to use this method.
Want to "trap" yourself in Slaughter City, or at least prevent yourself from gaining that real power!
After thinking about this section, Long Zhanye sneered in his heart.
He raised his head, met King of Slaughter's gaze, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:
"Thank you for the great King of Slaughter love. But... no need."
King of Slaughter's blood-red pupils shrank slightly.
Long Zhanye continued, his tone firm:
"Just because I am alone, I cannot break the rules of Slaughter City that have been established for thousands of years."
"The title 'God of Slaughter' should be worthy of its name."
"I am willing to pass the test of 'Hell Road', rely on my own strength to walk out of here, and then accept your reward in an upright manner."
"That's... the real 'God of Slaughter'!"
He refused the "preferential treatment" that was readily available to him and took the initiative to choose the most dangerous path!
King of Slaughter's face seemed a little paler, and blood was flowing in his eyes.
His voice suddenly turned cold, with a hint of anger. "I'm afraid you don't really understand the horror of Hell Road."
"Three-Eyed Tyrant, I hope you understand... you only have one life."
Faced with this almost threatening "advice", Long Zhanye's lips curved into a cold arc.
He retorted without giving in, "Great King of Slaughter, you... talk to me about 'life'?"
"Isn't this a bit ridiculous? This... is a world of killing."
The implication.
Here, life is the cheapest thing.
It is simply a big joke to use "cherish life" to dissuade a victor who emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!