About to March! Long Xingyu and the Hell Slaughter Field!

Holy Demon Continent.

Inside a cavern covered in array patterns.

Lin Feng ended the communication call and looked toward Electrolux, reading the excitement in those eyes.

It was both curiosity toward the Douluo world and a yearning to become a god; he had waited for this day for far too long.

"I didn't expect things to go so smoothly!"

Electrolux grinned, his face filled with anticipation.

Suddenly, a discordant sound reached their ears, and Lin Feng looked up in sync with him.

"Despicable outsiders! Your conspiracy will not succeed; the City of Slaughter is Martial Soul Hall territory."

"Haha, no matter how strong you are, you cannot defeat a Limit Douluo, you cannot defeat Qian Daoliu."

Above the dome, an energy cage hung suspended.

It swayed and creaked, revealing the disheveled figure inside.

Once renowned for his defense, the elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Gu Rong, was now as weak as a dead dog.

He was imprisoned within the cage, constantly drained by a large-scale array, every bit of his soul power turned into nourishment.

The state of being on the verge of death yet unable to die caused his emotions to gradually collapse, and he now roared and cursed hysterically, abandoning all dignity.

"Martial Soul Hall? The strongest power next door, is it?"

"If they were truly that formidable, they would have unified Douluo long ago."

Electrolux was no pushover, and hearing this immediately made him feel displeased.

He raised his hand and waved; pure energy, as if solidified, directly sealed Gu Rong's mouth.

The latter, already weak, naturally had no power to resist and could only emit muffled whimpers, looking utterly unreconciled.

"Qian Daoliu is, at most, a servant of the gods."

"Let us wait and see; I will let you know the answer."

"Old Eli, I leave this fellow to you. I am going to inspect the legions one last time."

Lin Feng smiled casually, too lazy to bother with the prisoner, his figure vanishing as he spoke.

With Electrolux as the guard, he knew Gu Rong could not stir up any trouble, so he decisively teleported to another area.

In a massive plaza, various equipment was neatly stacked, and a fierce, imposing Demon legion was conducting training as usual.

When Lin Feng appeared, it immediately caused a huge commotion, and near-fanatical cheers erupted; all eyes on the scene focused on him, showing just how high his prestige was.

This was the First Legion of the Demon race within the Holy Demon Federation, commanded by the Fourth Pillar Necromancy Demon God Samigina and the Fifth Pillar Hell Demon God Marbas.

Besides the two of them, there were ten other Demon Gods, including the Ninth Pillar Angel Demon God Paimon, the Tenth Pillar Lightning Demon God Purson, and the Fifteenth Pillar Snake Spear Demon God Eligos, among others.

Under their command were ten thousand carefully selected elites from various Demon clans; in terms of combat power alone, they could be called the strongest legion in the Federation.

And they were the vanguard Lin Feng had chosen; once the large-scale teleportation array was completed, they would be responsible for invading Douluo first and establishing a stable base.

"Your Majesty, why have you come?"

Necromancy Demon God Samigina approached respectfully.

Beside him followed Marbas and the others, all bowing to Lin Feng to show their submission and respect.

"How are the preparations? The vanguard team's plan is going very smoothly; before long, we should be stepping into Douluo Continent!"

Lin Feng looked around, quite satisfied.

It was clear that these proud and fierce soldiers were full of fighting spirit.

They could not wait to set off immediately, march on that neighboring plane, and expand the territory for His Majesty the Demon God Emperor.

"Rest assured, there is no problem at all. The soldiers are already famished and impatient; they only await your command!"

The several Demon Gods expressed their readiness.

Lin Feng nodded, not lingering here too long.

After offering a brief encouragement, he returned to the Demon Emperor Palace and reactivated the communication array.

He contacted the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, instructing the Dawn of Light and the Special Operations Team to prepare to coordinate with Long Xingyu.

By now, Dugu Bo had also returned safely and was staying in a corner, whispering to his granddaughter Dugu Yan, seemingly trying to persuade her.

"The time is almost here..."

After finishing the preliminary preparations, Lin Feng whispered to himself.

Relaxing his mood, he rested his cheek on one hand and closed his eyes to adjust his state.

Yue Ye, acting as his confidential secretary, and the Love Demon God Sitri stood quietly below the throne, not daring to disturb the Demon God Emperor's rest.

Meanwhile, far away on Douluo Continent, Long Xingyu was not as leisurely as his father-in-law; he was still galloping through the City of Slaughter, fighting incessantly!

"Winner: Long Xingyu!"

"Consecutive wins: Seventy-three!"

"Another effortless slaughter, another unscathed victory—let us witness a miracle!"

Inside the Hell Slaughter Field, Long Xingyu stood indifferently in the center, holding an ordinary longsword.

Around him, nine corpses lay scattered in disarray; the battle had just ended, and not even a speck of dust had touched his robes.

Possessing spiritual power that transcended the rules and the perception of a Ninth-Order Divine Seal, victory was a trivial matter.

Even without using skills or intentionally leaking his energy, there was no suspense in dealing with enemies whose martial souls were sealed.

In a very short time, his win count had accumulated to seventy-three; had there not been a shortage of people throwing their lives away, this number would have climbed even faster, as Long Xingyu barely rested.

Ever since he was eyed by the King of Slaughter and vaguely sensed something amiss, he had activated "Berserk Mode" to avoid accidents, eating and sleeping within the arena.

Gradually, this led to a situation where no one dared to accept his challenge.

According to the rules of the Slaughter Field, a match begins as soon as ten people are gathered.

However, due to his overly ferocious performance, the number of sign-ups plummeted; many who had intended to register turned and fled the moment they saw him.

In the end, the King of Slaughter had to step in personally and make slight adjustments, adding mandatory cycles to keep the matches going.

During this period, Long Xingyu clearly sensed something.

Some of the people he fought were suspected to be Black Knights.

It was obvious that the King of Slaughter had sent them to test him, but he played dumb and feigned ignorance.

Regardless of who they were, as long as they were opponents in the Slaughter Field, he would use his exquisite technique and strength to slaughter them and turn them into points.

Finally, as his win rate continued to stack, he was only one step away from the title of hundred-win champion, though he was still quite far from the large-scale teleportation array.

"I cannot delay any longer; I will proceed with the second plan and let the Demon God Vanguard Army descend first!"

Long Xingyu stood on the stage, his perception spreading out to secretly lock onto the King of Slaughter, who was indeed watching him.

Without exposing his intentions, he walked straight back to the registration point, unwilling to waste a single second, and continued to wait for the next match!

This action, naturally, caused a massive sensation.

Countless people were terrified, whispering and discussing incessantly.

Even the King of Slaughter, who had not yet appeared from the shadows and darkness, could not help but raise an eyebrow.

"Does he intend to continue? Why is he so urgent, what conspiracy is he hiding, and what exactly is that thing inside his body!"

The King of Slaughter muttered to himself, lifting the goblet in his hand to drain the scarlet blood in one gulp, his eyes filled with a terrifying, ferocious light.

"My King, I have a question that puzzles me; I wonder if you could enlighten me?"

At this moment, the enchanting and graceful woman beside him finally spoke out of curiosity.

The King of Slaughter glanced at her, not showing any anger, and nodded to indicate she could ask.

"According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, every hundred-win champion is entitled to challenge the Hell Road."

"If they succeed, they will possess the Slaughter God's Domain, earn the title of Slaughter God, and be permitted to use their martial soul."

"Whether out of concern for the threat or that ancient, mysterious prophecy, shouldn't we be suppressing him?"

"Why... not only have you not obstructed his advancement, but you have even made special adjustments to facilitate his winning streak?"