"Asura, thank you for letting me feel the thrill of passion once again. To commend your achievements, I have decided to make an exception and grant you the title of God of Slaughter. From now on, you may freely enter and leave Slaughter City. I also appoint you as an honored guest of Slaughter City, second only to me."
"No need. Open Hell Road."
The King of Slaughter's gaze sharpened as he sneered inwardly. Hell Road was unimaginably terrifying.
If Su Mo entered Hell Road, his chances of survival would be slim, and the King of Slaughter would have a better opportunity to parasitize him.
The King of Slaughter did not try to persuade Su Mo, nor did he mention how terrifying Hell Road was. He merely said, "Since that is your decision, I will not force you."
Su Mo suddenly felt that something was off. There was no God of Slaughter backing him, and the King of Slaughter did not know his origins, so why was he allowing him to enter Hell Road so easily?
One had to know that Slaughter City did not wish to see the birth of another God of Slaughter.
However, even if the King of Slaughter had some other motive, he still had to pass through Hell Road to leave.
Although this place benefited his cultivation, he did not want to remain in this damned place forever.
He had lived here for two and a half years, always alone, without even anyone to talk to. It had been bearable at first, but as time passed, the days had become increasingly dull and tedious.
At that moment, dense red mist suddenly erupted from the King of Slaughter's body. Its aura was icy, and it filled the entire arena almost instantly.
Rather than being afraid, the