After a single Blood Spirit Drill, Li Han was the only living person left on the arena.
"They're dead! They're all dead! Congratulations to Blue-clad Sword Ghost for achieving one hundred victories!"
As the words fell, a figure descended from the sky. A pair of bat wings spread from his back, making him look utterly bizarre, unlike any ordinary human.
"Congratulations, Blue-clad Sword Ghost. You have completed Slaughter City's ultimate challenge.
"I now confer upon you the title of God of Slaughter in the name of the Slaughter King!
"From this day onward, you may enter and leave Slaughter City freely, and you shall hold authority second only to mine.
"I hope you will remain in Slaughter City and rule it alongside me."
Li Han looked at the Slaughter King descending from above and felt the terrifying pressure radiating from him.
As expected of a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo. His strength is terrifyingly powerful.
What a pity that he has been parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
As Li Han pondered this, he cupped his hands slightly and said, "My apologies, but I still wish to attempt the Hell Road."
A cold glint flashed through the Slaughter King's eyes as he said frigidly, "Your strength may be formidable, but the Hell Road is not so easy to traverse.
"In the past hundred years, only two people have made it through.
"Do you think you can become the third?"
Li Han shook his head slightly.
"Even if only one person had made it through in the past hundred years, that person would still be me.
"Not to mention that two others have already succeeded.
"I don't believe I am inferior to either of them."
"What an arrogant brat.
"Fine. Since you seek death, then go.
"Hahaha! Gate of Hell, open