The Holy Demon Continent.
Inside a cavern covered in patterned formations.
Lin Feng ended the call and looked at Electrolux, reading the excitement in his eyes.
He was curious about the Douluo World, but he also yearned to become a god. He had waited far, far too long for this day.
"I didn't expect things to go so smoothly!"
Electrolux grinned, his face breaking into an expectant smile.
Suddenly, an discordant voice rang by their ears. Lin Feng and Electrolux looked up in unison.
"You despicable outsiders! Your plot won't succeed. The City of Slaughter is Spirit Hall territory."
"Haha! No matter how strong you are, you'll never defeat a Limit Douluo. You'll never defeat Qian Daoliu."
A cage of energy hung beneath the cavern's ceiling.
It swayed and creaked, revealing a battered figure inside.
Gu Rong, an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect once renowned for his defensive abilities, was now as weak as a dead dog.
He was imprisoned in the cage, where a massive formation continually drained him, turning every trace of his Soul Power into nourishment.
He was on the brink of death, yet unable to die. The state gradually drove him to the edge, and now he ranted and cursed in a shrill voice, without a shred of dignity.
"Spirit Hall? So they're the strongest force in the neighboring lands?"
"If they were really that powerful, they would've already unified the Douluo Continent."
Electrolux was no pushover. Hearing this, he immediately took offense.
He waved a hand, and pure energy solidified, sealing Gu Rong's mouth shut.
The already feeble man naturally had no way to fight back. He could only mumble incoherently, looking furious and unwilling to accept his fate.
"Qian Daoliu is, at most, a god's servant."
"Just you wait. I'll show you the answer."
"Elder Yi, I'll leave this fellow in your care. I'm going to make one last inspection of the army."
Lin Feng smiled casually, not bothering with the prisoner. As he spoke, his figure vanished.
With Electrolux standing guard, Gu Rong was unlikely to cause any trouble. Lin Feng decisively teleported to another area.
On a vast training ground, equipment was stacked in neat piles. A fearsome Demon Race army, bristling with menace, was drilling as usual.
Lin Feng's arrival caused an uproar. Frantic cheers rang out, and every gaze in the place turned toward him, showing just how prestigious he was.
This was the Demon Race's First Army within the Holy Demon Federation, commanded by Samigina, the Fourth Pillar Necromancy Demon God, and Marbas, the Fifth Pillar Hell Demon God.
Besides the two of them, the army included ten other Demon Gods, among them Paimon, the Ninth Pillar Angel Demon God; Purson, the Tenth Pillar Lightning Demon God; and Eligos, the Fifteenth Pillar Snake Spear Demon God.
Under their command were ten thousand handpicked elites drawn from the various Demon Races. In terms of combat strength alone, they could be called the Federation's strongest army.
They were also the vanguard Lin Feng had selected. Once the large-scale teleportation array was complete, they would be responsible for leading the invasion of the Douluo Continent and establishing a secure foothold.
"Your Majesty, what brings you here?"
Samigina, the Necromancy Demon God, approached respectfully.
Marbas and several others followed beside him, all bowing to Lin Feng in a show of submission and respect.
"How are preparations coming along? The advance team's plan is going smoothly. It shouldn't be long before we set foot on the Douluo Continent!"
Lin Feng looked around, quite satisfied.
It was clear that the proud officers and fierce soldiers were eager for battle.
They could hardly wait to set out for the neighboring plane and expand the Demon God Emperor's domain.
"Rest assured, everything is in order. The soldiers are raring to go. They're just waiting for your command!"
The Demon Gods each voiced their agreement.
Lin Feng nodded, but didn't linger.
After a few words of encouragement, he returned to the Demon Emperor Palace and reactivated the communication formation.
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.
Dugu Bo had also returned safely by then. He was in a corner, whispering with his granddaughter Dugu Yan, apparently trying to talk her around.
"Almost time..."
After completing the preliminary preparations, Lin Feng murmured to himself.
He relaxed, propped his cheek on one hand, and closed his eyes to compose himself.
Yue Ye, his chief secretary, and Sitri, the Emotion Demon God, stood quietly below the throne, not daring to disturb the Demon God Emperor's rest.
Meanwhile, far away on the Douluo Continent, Long Xingyu was nothing like his father-in-law, who could lounge around at ease. He was still fighting his way through the City of Slaughter!
"Winner: Long Xingyu!"
"Consecutive victories: seventy-three!"
"Another easy slaughter, without a scratch! Behold a miracle!"
In the Hell Slaughter Field, Long Xingyu stood calmly in the center, holding an ordinary longsword.
Nine corpses lay sprawled around him. The fight had only just ended, and he wasn't even worth saying to have a speck of dirt on his clothes.
With spiritual power that transcended the rules, and the perception of a Ninth-Order Divine Seal, victory came easily.
Even without using a skill or deliberately releasing his energy, there was no suspense when he faced opponents whose Martial Souls had been sealed.
In a very short time, his wins had piled up to seventy-three. If there weren't so many people volunteering to die, that number would have climbed even faster. After all, Long Xingyu barely rested.
Ever since he noticed the King of Slaughter watching him, he'd sensed something was amiss. To avoid any mishaps, he'd activated Berserk Mode and stayed at the arena around the clock.
Gradually, no one dared to fight him.
The Slaughter Field's rules required ten people to gather before a match could begin.
But his ferocity was so overwhelming that the number of contestants plummeted. Many who had planned to sign up turned and ran the moment they saw him.
In the end, the King of Slaughter had no choice but to appear in person and make a few adjustments, adding a mandatory schedule so the matches could continue.
During this time, Long Xingyu had clearly noticed something.
Some of the people he fought seemed to be Black Knights.
It was obvious that the King of Slaughter had sent them to test him, but Long Xingyu played dumb.
Whoever they were, as long as they were opponents in the Slaughter Field, he would kill them with his superb skill and strength, then turn them into points.
Finally, as his winning streak continued to climb, he was just one step away from the title of one hundred consecutive victories, while the large-scale teleportation array was still far from completion.
"We can't delay any longer. We'll go with the second plan and send the Demon God Vanguard Army over first!"
Standing on the platform, Long Xingyu spread out his perception and secretly locked onto the King of Slaughter. Sure enough, the man was watching him.
Without revealing that he'd noticed, he walked straight back to the registration desk, unwilling to waste a single moment, and continued waiting for his next match!
His action naturally caused a huge stir.
Countless people were terrified, and whispers and murmurs filled the arena.
Even the King of Slaughter, still hidden in the shadows, couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
"He still wants to continue? Why is he in such a hurry? What scheme is he hiding? And what exactly is that thing inside him?"
The King of Slaughter murmured, raised his goblet, and drained the scarlet liquid in one gulp. His eyes blazed with terrifying malice.
"My King, there's something I don't understand. Could you enlighten me?"
At that moment, the graceful, alluring woman beside him finally voiced her curiosity.
The King of Slaughter glanced at her without anger and nodded to show she could ask.
"According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, anyone who wins a hundred matches in a row can challenge the Hell Road."
"If they succeed, they'll obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain, earn the title of God of Slaughter, and be allowed to use their Martial Soul."
"Whether it's because he poses a threat or because of that ancient, mysterious prophecy, shouldn't we be suppressing him?"
"Why... have you not only failed to stop him from advancing, but even adjusted the rules to make it easier for him to keep winning?"
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