An Infant in Hell, Bibi Dong!

"Kill him! Steal his Bloody Mary!"

"Ah—my hand!"

"Leave your flesh behind as rations!"

Slaughter, groans, and the frenzied roars of beasts intertwined, slamming violently against the eardrums of Lin Yuan.

He tried to sit up, only to find he lacked the strength to even move.

Looking down, Lin Yuan was stunned.

Small hands, small feet, and fair, tender skin.

He had actually become an infant.

What is going on?

Lin Yuan's mind was in chaos.

When others transmigrated, they started as members of prestigious families or peerless geniuses; at the very least, they were adults with fully functional bodies.

And here he was, shrunk down into a nursing babe who couldn't even walk.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, and fragmented pieces of information began to piece themselves together in his mind.

This was the Douluo Continent.

Slaughter City.

A desolate place devoid of moral boundaries, filled only with killing and sin.

A disastrous start!

In this place without order, let alone self-preservation, any stray dog could wander by and eat him as a snack.

Even if he wasn't killed, he would eventually starve to death.

Just as he was pondering a strategy, an intense restlessness suddenly surged within his body.

This agitation did not stem from physical pain, but from an instinct buried deep within his bloodline.

An extremely ferocious and violent aura coursed through his tiny veins.

His vision gradually became tinted with a faint, blood-red light.

Nine Nether Beast.

This name surfaced abruptly in Lin Yuan's mind.

It was one of the Ten Fiends, representing ultimate destruction and devouring.

Buried within his own body was such a terrifying bloodline.

Stimulated by the bloody aura of the surrounding environment, the bloodline of the Nine Nether Beast was beginning a slow, gradual awakening.

However, Lin Yuan was ultimately just an infant, and this sliver of awakening bloodline could not yet support any substantial attacks.

He had to endure; he had to survive. As long as he could make it through this period, there would be a turning point.

Just as Lin Yuan struggled to adapt to the power within him, a brutal chase was unfolding in a narrow alley a few hundred meters away from the pile of corpses.

Qian Renxue had just turned four years old.

Martial Soul Hall should have been the most unreachable of palaces, but Bibi Dong was filled with bone-deep hatred toward it.

The beastly actions of Qian Xunji and the stifling constraints of Martial Soul Hall left her struggling to breathe.

In order to gain the power to destroy everything, Bibi Dong had resolutely fled into this Slaughter City.

Upon her arrival, she had secured consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena with the force of a thunderbolt.

That peerless posture made the desperate criminals of Slaughter City deeply wary.

However, the continuous high-intensity combat had severely overdrawn her stamina.

Coupled with her breathtaking, peerless beauty and her graceful figure, she had immediately become the most alluring prey in the eyes of many in this lawless place.

"Bibi Dong, you can't run anymore!"

A Scar-faced Soul King held a long blade, his face full of greed as he stared at the staggering, beautiful figure ahead.

"Hehehe, Big Brother, this dame looks really exciting. We brothers have to enjoy ourselves later."

Another monkey-like Soul King licked his lips, his eyes filled with lecherous intent.

"Be careful, all of you! She's extremely strong; don't capsize in the gutter!" the third, a Bald Soul King, warned sternly.

The three ferocious Soul Kings pursued relentlessly.

Bibi Dong gasped for air, her delicate face drained of all color.

There was a long blade wound on her back, the flesh turned outward and blood dripping, staining her purple dress a darker, somber hue.

In her prime, these three would have been nothing more than ants she could crush in a single move.

But now, she barely had the strength left to manifest her martial soul.

The soul power within her body was nearly parched, her legs heavy as if filled with lead.

The Scar-faced Soul King licked the blood from his blade and grinned hideously.

"Bibi Dong, aren't you usually so majestic in the Slaughter Arena? Why are you acting like a stray dog now?"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the resources you've exchanged, and then make sure my brothers and I are satisfied."

The Bald Soul King, his face full of flabby flesh, chimed in in agreement.

"Big Brother is right. A top-tier prize like this is a once-in-a-century encounter in this Slaughter City."

"Even if she doesn't submit, we can just break her arms and legs and still have our fun."

Bibi Dong turned her head, her beautiful eyes filled with rage.

"You pieces of trash think you can touch me? In your dreams!"

Is this it... am I going to die in this filthy place?

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with unwillingness.

She had not yet taken her revenge; she had not yet destroyed that Martial Soul Hall that made her feel so nauseated.

With a stumble, Bibi Dong collapsed heavily beside a pile of corpses.

The footsteps of her pursuers drew closer and closer.

The Scar-faced Soul King stepped forward with a cruel smile, his long blade glinting with a chilling light under the dark red glow.

"Beauty, since you refuse to be sensible, don't blame us brothers for being rough."

Bibi Dong did not yield.

Her gaze fell unexpectedly upon a pile of debris nearby.

It was an infant.

An infant covered in blood and filth, yet possessing a pair of eyes that were incredibly clear.

In this Slaughter City, filled with sin and scattered with severed limbs, those eyes were so pure they made one's heart tremble.

Lin Yuan looked at the woman before him.

Noble and cold, even in her current disheveled state, her stunning beauty and top-tier, statuesque figure made it impossible to look away.

So, it is Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong looked back at Lin Yuan.

When a person is about to die, their words are sincere.

She had suffered torture and betrayal her entire life; she never expected to encounter a new life in this living hell just before her death.

Bibi Dong used her remaining strength to shift her body, pulling Lin Yuan tightly into her arms.

Her blood-stained hand gently caressed Lin Yuan's small face.

The hardest part of her heart was quietly stirred.

"How ridiculous."

Bibi Dong gave a bitter laugh.

"I, Bibi Dong, have lived a life of solitude. To think that on the verge of death, I would end up dying alongside a child like you."

She pressed her face against Lin Yuan's forehead and closed her eyes, waiting for the arrival of death.

Seeing this, the Scar-faced Soul King burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This woman still has the heart to hold a child!"

"Brothers, kill the brat first, then we'll handle her properly!"

With that, he raised his long blade and hacked viciously toward Lin Yuan in Bibi Dong's arms.

Just at that moment, a drop of blood sliding down Bibi Dong's back traced along her chin and fell perfectly onto Lin Yuan's lips.

Instinctively, Lin Yuan stretched out his tiny tongue and licked the drop of blood into his mouth.

BOOM!

The moment the blood hit his throat.

The Nine-Nether Ao Bloodline, restless to the extreme within Lin Yuan's body, found its vent and erupted instantly!

A terrifying black light burst forth from Lin Yuan's small body in an instant.

The black light shot into the sky, shrouding the entire area for several dozen meters.

The Scar-faced Soul King's long blade stopped in mid-air, unable to descend even half an inch further.

His face was filled with utter horror.