Rakshasa! A Hundred Consecutive Wins!

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip lightly, a flash of resolve crossing her peerless, breathtakingly beautiful face.

Since she had decided to adopt him, she must fulfill the responsibilities of a mother.

An infant was meant to be fed with mother's milk.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, raised her slender, fair hands, and slowly unfastened the blood-stained outer robe she wore.

The wide robe slipped away, revealing the tight-fitting purple silk garment underneath.

Under the dim candlelight, her perfect, curvaceous figure was laid bare.

Her willow-thin waist, her tall and outstanding stature, and especially those long, straight, beautiful legs swayed gently against the edge of the dilapidated stone bed.

She took off her dust-covered boots, and her crystal-clear, flawless jade feet stepped onto the animal hide, exuding a breathtaking and stunning beauty.

In this Slaughter City, filled with death and blood, the scene before her was nothing short of a magnificent visual feast.

Bibi Dong pulled Lin Yuan into her arms with extreme tenderness, her fingers slightly parting her collar.

Large patches of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, creating a striking contrast with the dirty, chaotic environment.

As a top-tier powerhouse, she intelligently channeled the soul power within her, stimulating herself to produce milk rich in high-level nutrients through the purest of soul power.

"Come, eat, little one."

Bibi Dong lowered her head, pressing Lin Yuan's small face against her.

Lin Yuan originally had no appetite.

But when that scent, a mixture of high-level soul power and a faint, alluring fragrance, washed over him, he opened his mouth without a shred of dignity.

Lin Yuan drank greedily, drawing in the hard-won nourishment.

The warm milk entered his belly, transforming into an incredibly gentle force that fused perfectly with the energy of the Spirit Emperor he had previously devoured.

The bloodline power of the Nine Nether Beast within him, nourished by this force, began to climb at an incredibly steady pace.

Bibi Dong felt the strength of his suckling, and a faint blush rose to her beautiful cheeks.

She reached out with her slender fingers, gently smoothing Lin Yuan's sparse, newborn hair.

Time slipped away quietly in this sunless hell.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the gloomy hideout, Lin Yuan was walking steadily on the stone floor with his bare feet.

At two years old, his physical development was exceptionally outstanding.

The Nine Nether Beast's incredibly domineering bloodline granted him a terrifying physique and strength far beyond his peers.

He could casually pick up a stone weighing over a dozen pounds and toss it as easily as a beanbag.

Not only that, but the bloodline also brought with it an almost instinctual, precise perception of danger.

Even the crawling of a poisonous insect a hundred meters away could not escape his notice.

Bibi Dong sat on the stone bed, watching Lin Yuan bustle about the room, her face filled with doting affection.

Over these two years, she had used her soul power every day to stimulate milk production to feed Lin Yuan, and the two had relied on each other in the cramped cellar, spending countless intimate and warm days and nights.

In this place filled with betrayal and slaughter, Lin Yuan was the only person she could trust and cherish without reservation.

The more she looked at Lin Yuan, the more she loved him; she wished she could offer him everything best in the world.

At the same time, Bibi Dong's own strength was undergoing an astonishing transformation.

In these two years, she had been training incessantly in the Hell Slaughter Arena without a moment's rest.

In every battle, she had flirted madly with the edge of life and death.

The fierce reputation of Rakshasa had long since struck terror into the hearts of the fallen in the outer reaches of Slaughter City.

Having hacked her way through, she had now achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories!

Only one final match remained for her to achieve the feat of a hundred consecutive victories and earn the qualification to challenge the Slaughter God's Domain and traverse the Hell Road to leave Slaughter City.

She was only one step away from escaping this dead zone.

On this day, the atmosphere inside the Hell Slaughter Arena was suppressed to the extreme.

Bibi Dong held Lin Yuan's hand and stepped into the ringed stands, which were thick with the stench of blood.

Just as she was about to register for her one-hundredth battle, a terrifying, tangible pressure suddenly poured down from the dome of the arena.

The entire rowdy arena fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Those usually ferocious desperadoes were all pressed to the ground, not daring to even breathe.

A tall, imposing figure, accompanied by a dense, dark-red blood light, slowly descended into mid-air.

The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen!

His scarlet eyes, filled with a domineering aura that looked down upon the world, fell directly onto Bibi Dong.

"Rakshasa."

The voice of Tang Chen echoed throughout the entire arena, vibrating so intensely it made one's eardrums ache.

"You are quite impressive."

"To be able to reach this stage in a mere two years, your talent and bloodlust are very much to This King's liking."

Tang Chen looked down at Bibi Dong from his high vantage point and continued:

"The Hell Road is extremely dangerous, a place where nine die for every one who survives. This King will give you a chance now."

"Give up on attempting the Hell Road and remain in Slaughter City."

"This King shall appoint you as the Slaughter Envoy, becoming This King's deputy—one person above all, and ten thousand below!"

Upon hearing this, the fallen ones in the stands all gasped in unison.

This was an olive branch personally extended by the King of Slaughter!

As long as she agreed, she would possess supreme power and endless resources within this Slaughter City.

However, Bibi Dong merely let out a cold sneer.

She slowly raised her head, her stunningly beautiful face filled with undisguised defiance.

"A deputy?"

Bibi Dong's tone was icy: "Do you really think this filthy Slaughter City of yours can trap me?"

"My goal is the vast world outside, to trample those who once tormented me beneath my feet!"

"Enough talk. Open the one-hundredth match."

Tang Chen's expression darkened instantly.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from those scarlet eyes.

"Ignorant woman."

"Since you are so determined to seek death, then This King shall grant your wish!"

Tang Chen was incensed, his large hand sweeping through the air with a violent motion.

The originally scheduled opponent was instantly withdrawn.

With a deafening "boom," the two iron gates of the Slaughter Arena were shoved wide open.

Two incredibly burly figures stepped onto the stage with heavy, rhythmic strides.

The spirit power fluctuations radiating from these two had clearly reached the level of a Spirit Douluo!

Moreover, their bodies were shrouded in an extremely dense baleful aura; they were clearly top-tier killers who had spent years crawling through the carnage of the Slaughter Arena.

To stop Bibi Dong, Tang Chen had shamelessly sent two Spirit Douluos to join forces against her.

Sitting at the edge of the stands, Lin Yuan saw this scene, his youthful face instantly tightening.

His keen perception was screaming warnings.

The strength of these two was immense, and their coordination was seamless; they were in no way comparable to the disorganized rabble from before.

A flicker of genuine worry flashed in the depths of Lin Yuan's eyes.

Bibi Dong sensed Lin Yuan's tension.

She turned around, walked over to him, and the coldness on her face instantly melted into a look of extreme tenderness.

She reached out a slender finger and gently pinched Lin Yuan's small cheek.

"Don't be afraid."

"Stay here and be good. Once I finish them off, we will leave this hellish place."