Capture the City of Slaughter! You're the King of Slaughter?

The Hell Demon God wore a savage grin.

As he spoke, a force of blood-red energy erupted from his entire body.

A suffocating pressure expanded rapidly in the form of a domain, instantly shrouding the entire area.

Even the Black Knight Title Holder, who was accustomed to the City of Slaughter and considered himself half its master, was terrified by this aura.

It was only when Marbas approached via teleportation and his subconscious sensed a threat to his life that he finally snapped out of it, his hair standing on end as he raised his hands to resist.

Clang! The knight's sword collided with an arm.

Fortunately, this fellow had already activated his martial soul.

As an enforcer of the City of Slaughter, he was granted the qualification to use soul skills, and a ghostly silhouette enveloped his body.

Forming a special defense, he barely withstood the casual strike, though he spat blood and was sent flying, landing on the ground in a wretched state.

"Oh? Not bad, you actually withstood one strike from This Seat." Marbas raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

"You've grown sluggish lately... why not hand him over to me?" Samigina spoke from the side, sounding as if he were joking.

Hearing this, the former's hostility soared to the heavens.

With a muffled grunt and no response, he lunged forward to kill once more.

The domain known as [Slaughter Hell] shimmered with boiling scarlet blood energy, converging into the palm of his right fist.

Not far away, the Black Knight Title Holder, who had survived by sheer luck, was just about to crawl up from the ground when he noticed this scene.

An emotion called fear instantly coiled around his heart; he could not believe that such a formidable existence could exist in this world!

Without hesitation, he poured out his soul power, and in order to survive, he even mobilized the power bestowed upon him by the King of Slaughter, his entire body shrouded in thick blood energy.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a Black Knight into a "Blood Knight."

Yet it was useless; his chest was still blown through by a single punch.

The blood energy that should have been effective now seemed to encounter its natural predator, being directly disintegrated by the power of the domain.

The Black Knight Title Holder stared in horror, his life force fading rapidly as he was hoisted up by Marbas's arm.

He died with his eyes wide open, unable to understand who these Gods of Slaughter were, or why they could display a killing intent even stronger than the King of Slaughter within the City of Slaughter.

"Run! Run quickly!"

The Black Knights were seized by terror.

A titled powerhouse had been killed in seconds like an ant.

The remaining fellows were at most Spirit Douluos; how could they possibly resist these "devils"?

Someone shouted, and everyone scattered in all directions, but the Demon Gods were in no rush to pursue.

"Confirm the mission one last time."

"His Majesty demands that every living creature here be killed!"

"Do not delay. Just finish off these ants and let the main army descend as soon as possible!"

The Necromancy Demon God, Samigina, bared his teeth in an excited grin, and after speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

Ever since the Great Unification, missions involving such unbridled slaughter had long since disappeared from the Holy Demon Continent.

It was only because the environment of the City of Slaughter was unique that Lin Feng had issued such an order; the Demon Gods had been looking forward to this for so long, so they naturally put their all into the work.

Whether it was the Black Knights or ordinary fallen ones, screams and wails rose one after another, as if the human purgatory had transformed into a true hell...

Meanwhile, deep within the City of Slaughter.

Long Xingyu stood on the Hell Road, confronting his opponent with ease.

When the earthquake-like tremors erupted outside, he realized that his mission was already half complete.

With the Demon God Vanguard Army descending, the weak defenses of this place could never hold them back and would be destroyed in an instant.

All that remained was to uphold Lin Feng's will, traverse the Hell Road as much as possible, and obtain the domain known as [God of Slaughter].

However, there was still one trouble to deal with: the King of Slaughter was hovering in mid-air, feeling the changes outside with uncertainty.

"Damn it, what on earth is happening!"

"I can feel my subjects being slaughtered!"

"It's your doing, isn't it? What exactly did you do, and what is happening outside?"

Throughout the entire City of Slaughter, every living creature was controlled by this fellow, save for Long Xingyu, who had been prepared.

The mass disappearance of life could not be hidden from his perception; amidst his rage, he quickly realized who the culprit was.

In reality, it was not that the King of Slaughter hadn't noticed that Long Xingyu had done something.

It was just that he did not understand the teleportation array, so he had only kept a wary eye on him without immediately destroying it.

He had thought that as long as he killed the man himself and seized the thing inside him that attracted him, all conspiracies would lose their meaning.

He never expected that the plan was not like that at all; Long Xingyu had merely inscribed the array patterns and was not participating in the subsequent actions.

"What is happening? Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

Long Xingyu stood composed, showing not a hint of impatience.

The worst-case scenario, of course, was to kill the King of Slaughter and then complete the Hell Road.

But if given the choice, he preferred to lure the opponent away, as that would offer a higher chance of success.

The latter gritted his teeth upon hearing this, blue veins bulging on his pale face; even though he knew something was off about Long Xingyu's words, he had no choice but to compromise.

The Hell Road was not so easily traversed; even without his interference, it could not be completed in a short time, and if he continued to delay, everyone outside would be dead!

"Hmph, you think you can succeed just because I don't intervene?"

"Once I finish dealing with the outside, I will return to settle the score with you."

The King of Slaughter's thoughts raced, and after weighing his options, he made his choice, his intent filled with killing.

After throwing out a few harsh words, he spread the wings on his back, his bat-like wings flapping violently.

In the blink of an eye, he retreated and vanished into the darkness, leaving the surroundings in deathly silence once more, with only Long Xingyu standing alone.

With his senses pushed to the limit, he only let out a quiet sigh of relief once he confirmed the opponent had left, a relaxed smile appearing on his face.

"Heh, coming back to settle the score with me?"

"I'm afraid that will have to wait until the next life."

Long Xingyu murmured softly, adjusting himself slightly before continuing forward.

The difficulties of the Hell Road were indeed more than just the King of Slaughter, but to him, they were not complex.

Protected by the [Divine Throne of Apocalypse and Slaughter], success was merely a matter of time, without a shred of suspense.

Yet, compared to Long Xingyu, the King of Slaughter, whose true form was the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, was far from relaxed at this moment.

Having just returned to the City of Slaughter from the Hell Road, he saw several "bizarre" creatures—neither human nor soul beast—massacring his fallen subjects, and he charged forward in a fit of rage.

"Bastards! You will pay the price for this!"

He shouted loudly, attacking the nearest target immediately.

The Thirty-Second Pillar, Dragon Rider Demon God Asmodeus, possessed a cultivation at the third level of the ninth rank.

Caught off guard and paying no attention, he was struck squarely by the corrosive blood light and plummeted toward the ruins below.

"Tch, not even that strong, yet you dare to come and destroy the City of Slaughter? All of you shall become nourishment for this King!"

Having landed a hit, the King of Slaughter grew increasingly arrogant, assuming all the invaders were at the level of Asmodeus.

Little did he know that this Dragon Rider Demon God was merely one of the lowest-ranked members of the [Demon God Vanguard Army].

No sooner had he finished speaking than he sensed several soul fluctuations surging in from all directions, locking onto his position with lethal intent.

Wait! Something seemed wrong!

Anger was one thing, but the King of Slaughter was no idiot.

Feeling the approaching auras around him, his sense of crisis exploded instantly.

Before he could react, he saw a monster radiating blood energy, its killing intent even thicker than his own, charging toward him aggressively.

"King of Slaughter?"

"So you are the one called the King of Slaughter?"

"Since you're here, prepare to die!"