The Death God Arrives

Looking at everything before him, Su Yuntao burned with rage, his whole body trembling slightly.

"Little Monster, what's wrong?" Yang Wudi asked, concerned.

"Old Yang, right now, I just want to kill people. No! I want to slaughter these beasts."

"Awooo!" Accompanied by a wolf's howl, corpses appeared one after another at Su Yuntao's feet.

By the time he reached the Hell Slaughter Arena at the center of the inner city, Su Yuntao had already killed more than a hundred human Fallen Ones.

As the Black Veil Maiden stared in utter shock and the Fallen Ones trembled in fear, Su Yuntao walked into the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The Hell Slaughter Arena was a stage for the strong. If the Fallen Ones in Slaughter City didn't want to become Blood Slaves, ripe for anyone to pluck, they had to take part in a Hell Slaughter once a year.

The rules of the Hell Slaughter were simple. Once ten people had signed up, the slaughter began. The ten could use any means to kill their opponents, and it wouldn't end until the other nine were dead.

At last, Su Yuntao, drenched in blood, had calmed down. He took out his identity token and registered quickly, then entered the Slaughter Platform at the very center of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Six Fallen Ones were already on the Slaughter Platform. With Su Yuntao, there were now seven. Once three more arrived, the slaughter would begin.

Seeing Su Yuntao covered in blood, one of the six Fallen Ones felt a trace of fear. But most were excited. To these Fallen Ones, whose humanity had become twisted, the sight of blood drove them mad!

Before long, three more Fallen Ones joined, and the slaughter officially began.

"Kill that kid first!" a burly man sneered. Seeing Su Yuntao's smooth, delicate skin, he was eager to taste his blood.

Su Yuntao's face was utterly cold. He showed no fear as the Fallen Ones stared at him with hungry eyes.

"Die!" Gripping his Wolf-Tooth Mace in both hands, the burly man leaped toward Su Yuntao's head and swung with all his might!

A cold smile curled at the corner of Su Yuntao's mouth. His Martial Soul possessed him in an instant. The next moment, his right claw easily shattered the burly man's Wolf-Tooth Mace and plunged deep into his chest!

Faced with Su Yuntao, who had killed the burly man in a single move, the eight Fallen Ones felt their legs go weak.

No one could truly be unafraid of death. The Fallen Ones could disregard other people's lives, but they feared losing their own more than anything.

"Attack together!" A Fallen One's face twisted into a grimace as he gripped a great cleaver and raised it to strike Su Yuntao's head with all his might.

The other Fallen Ones' eyes gleamed with ferocity. Su Yuntao had already shown his strength. The burly man, who was powerful even among the Fallen Ones, had been killed in a single move!

Facing an enemy as powerful as Su Yuntao, these killers knew that joining forces to kill him was their only chance to survive!

It was a pity that while a pack of wolves could hunt a tiger, how could they ever hunt a dragon? Among the Fallen Ones, Su Yuntao was the undisputed king! How could a few mere ants shake a dragon's standing?

Though Su Yuntao's emotions were still surging, in his eyes—his spiritual power terrifyingly strong—the Fallen Ones' movements, though seemingly swift, were unbearably slow.

Su Yuntao leaned aside slightly, dodging the seemingly fatal blow. With a light swipe of his left claw, he effortlessly pierced the Fallen One's heart.

Then he casually swung his right claw, instantly slashing the throats of four Fallen Ones. In utter terror, the three remaining Fallen Ones circled behind Su Yuntao and put everything they had into the last attacks of their lives.

Su Yuntao didn't even turn around. With his spiritual power unleashed, he knew exactly where the Fallen Ones were. He crossed his claws behind him, and his razor-sharp wolf claws instantly split the weapons of two Fallen Ones and pierced their heads!

Next, Su Yuntao kicked with all his strength. The final Fallen One spat blood, his body flying like a kite with its string cut before slamming hard into the wall.

In the blink of an eye, all nine Fallen Ones had died at Su Yuntao's hands. The Fallen Ones in the stands gaped in shock, forgetting even to cry out.

Su Yuntao looked at the corpses before him, a cold smile on his lips, then turned and left the Slaughter Arena.

Nearby, Yang Wudi held his Soul Breaking Spear and unleashed the Soul Power of a Soul Douluo. The immense pressure kept every Fallen One from advancing!

From that day on, the Fallen Ones of Slaughter City began to dwindle at a rapid pace.

A month later, Su Yuntao had earned thirty victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena. There were already two hundred and seventy Fallen Ones who had died beneath his wolf claws in the arena.

If the Fallen Ones he had killed outside the arena were included, more than a thousand had now died at Su Yuntao's hands. The staggering number of people he had killed earned him a nickname—Death God!

To the Fallen Ones, Su Yuntao was a Death God. After just one month of his frenzied slaughter, the strange and vile behavior in Slaughter City's inner city began to subside. No one dared do anything that violated the limits of human decency in front of the Death God.

Three months later, Su Yuntao killed the last terrified Fallen One and won his fiftieth match in the Slaughter Arena. By then, no one in Slaughter City dared sign up for a Hell Slaughter. No Fallen One could survive before the Death God.

Six months later, Su Yuntao watched Yang Wudi displaying his might on the Slaughter Platform, bored out of his mind. After Su Yuntao had won fifty matches, Yang Wudi had begun to enter the arena. The Fallen Ones who had once been relieved that they hadn't encountered Su Yuntao, the Death God, now faced Yang Wudi, who was even more ruthless.

With his Soul Breaking Spear, Yang Wudi dominated the Slaughter Arena, invincible in his path of slaughter. Even a Title Douluo might not have been able to beat him without using Soul Skills. He had earned the title of Slaughter God!

By the time Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi had been in Slaughter City for a year, no one had dared sign up for a Hell Slaughter for several months. The reputations of the Death God and the Slaughter God had thoroughly shaken all of Slaughter City.

Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi had begun to grow bored. Their fearsome reputations meant no one in Slaughter City dared provoke them, but for the same reason, it had become difficult for them to rack up victories.

Since no one dared take part in a Hell Slaughter, Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi could only wait for the Fallen Ones whose one-year deadline had arrived and who had no choice but to compete.

Slaughter City, a dark and spacious room.

The King of Slaughter sat in an especially enormous chair, encrusted with crystals of every color to display his exalted status.

"My King, the Death God killed eleven more people today," a chilling female voice said.

"I know."

"My King, if this continues, the Death God and the Slaughter God will slaughter every last one of Slaughter City's people!"

"Hmph!" the King of Slaughter said coldly. "Do you think I don't know that?"