I Hope You Know, There's Only One Life

"Those damn bastards, actually calling this master a centipede."

Giratina's resentful, complaining voice echoed from the depths of his heart.

Lin Chuan stood in the arena, panting heavily, and let out a dumbfounded laugh, which eased much of his physical exhaustion.

Giratina's skill usage was similar to a Self-Created Soul Skill.

It could use them itself, but it also consumed soul power.

He was essentially two Soul Emperors combined, but using them simultaneously was exhausting, and his soul power drained rapidly.

"The match is over. 9411 is victorious, completing one hundred consecutive wins."

In the silence, the deep, resonant voice carried far.

Long after the referee's voice faded, someone started a frenzy, and a wave of mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cheers surged forward.

Lin Chuan, standing in the arena, also felt the nourishment of soul power.

It was the soul power of the nine people who had died in the arena, and his exhausted body recovered significantly in an instant.

Most of it was absorbed by the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Then there was the barrier stuck firmly at level sixty.

Because he had yet to hunt his sixth soul ring, his soul power remained stuck at level sixty.

Refining it would not bring any improvement.

Later, once he obtained his sixth soul ring, this refined soul power might directly boost him by three or four levels.

This time, the King of Slaughter did not demand silence from the crowd.

Instead, holding a uniquely shaped Blood Cup and swirling the viscous, bright red liquid inside, he slowly drifted down to the center of the Slaughter Arena.

His voice, raspy yet clear, echoed once again in everyone's ears:

"Congratulations to you, young Jade-Faced Yama."

As the words fell.

The lamps on the surrounding walls emitted a dim, yellow light, illuminating the entire Slaughter Arena.

The stone balls held in the mouths of the stone monsters carved into the jagged walls—which bore a slight resemblance to the King of Slaughter—also emitted a red glow.

The atmosphere was clearly off.

Yet the crowd, already poisoned too deeply, could not perceive it, continuing to shout the title "King of Slaughter" with respectful madness.

Looking down at Lin Chuan, the King of Slaughter's voice sounded again.

However, only he could hear it.

"Jade-Faced Yama, I will make an exception and promote you to a guest elder, waiving the requirement to clear the Hell Road, and I will also grant you the title of 'Slaughter God,' with a status second only to my own."

"From now on, you may enter and leave the Capital of Slaughter freely."

A path of scarlet stone slabs paved itself automatically.

The King of Slaughter walked down from the air, step by step.

His gaze was fixed intently on Lin Chuan, his three-meter-tall, sturdy frame exuding an incredibly powerful sense of oppression.

"The Hell Road is not so easily traversed, and the Slaughter God's Domain is not so easily obtained."

"You possess a domain of your own; I hope you understand the principle that one only has one life..."

It was the same old routine again.

The Slaughter God's Domain seemed to be a mark, a mark that attracted the attention of the Asura God.

And as long as one cleared the Hell Road, one would obtain the Slaughter God's Domain.

Well, this was the inheritance position of a God King.

The Hell Road didn't pose that high a level of danger to him, and obtaining an enhanced version of a domain along the way—why not?

The King of Slaughter was likely worried about this point, as he himself was in the midst of completing a divine trial.

What amused him was, was the King of Slaughter worried about his divine trial being stolen?

But given his current state as a half-dead man, Lin Chuan had no intention of giving up.

Bibi Dong, hidden in the shadows, naturally did not know his thoughts.

Seeing him appear hesitant, she frowned slightly, feeling a sense of frustration as if he were failing to live up to expectations, wanting to secretly remind him.

After all, she was well aware of the advantages one possessed under the effect of a dual domain.

Having come all the way to the Capital of Slaughter, was he getting cold feet now?

"There is no need for that. I ask that the King of Slaughter open the entrance to the Hell Road."

Fortunately, Lin Chuan understood this, and after a moment of silence, he rejected the proposal.

Bibi Dong, in the shadows, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Even she herself did not notice that she, who had been cold and indifferent, had regained her emotions once more.

Ever since she reappeared in the Capital of Slaughter half a year ago to observe whether the genius with Innate Full Soul Power from the Martial Soul Hall was still alive, she had been captivated by this youth.

Out of curiosity regarding his secrets.

She came every few days, and gradually, she learned a great deal.

She always appeared silently.

Lin Chuan's dedication to his various cultivation methods and the refinement of his Self-Created Soul Skill were all taken in by her eyes.

Her gaze was drawn to him, filled with intense scrutiny.

It was not until everyone in the Slaughter Arena, save for her, was sacrificed and Lin Chuan stepped into the Hell Road that she finally snapped back to reality.

Just as she intended to leave, the figure of the King of Slaughter appeared by her side.

"Your Excellency seems to treat my Capital of Slaughter like an inn. You have visited frequently over the past half-year, yet you have never once greeted me."

"Even if you possess the title of Slaughter God and strength approaching that of a Limit Douluo, I am still warning you in my capacity as the King of Slaughter: this is not a place for you to pry or scheme."

A trace of disdain appeared on Bibi Dong's beautiful face. Her pale purple skirt fluttered without wind, occasionally revealing her slender, shapely legs tightly wrapped in flesh-colored silk stockings.

She let out a cold snort.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her cool voice carried the arrogance of a superior:

"The King of Slaughter should find time to have his brain checked. I am a Slaughter God; I have the right to enter and exit the Capital of Slaughter freely."

"As for whether I have schemes against the Capital of Slaughter, watching the number of those disgusting Evil Soul Masters decrease as they slaughter one another is something I am quite happy to see."

These words were spoken without the slightest courtesy; this was the confidence brought by her own strength.

Ignoring the King of Slaughter's fury, Bibi Dong glanced at the Hell Road that had just closed and departed directly.

The Hell Road consisted of only a single winding stone path wide enough for one person, stretching endlessly into the darkness above, invisible at a glance.

On both sides was a churning, roaring Magma Sea. The crimson surface of the magma bubbled, as if it were about to erupt at any moment, with dark red tongues of flame occasionally leaping several yards high.

The surroundings were devoid of light, with only the eerie red glow of the magma illuminating the twisted path a few meters ahead.

Lin Chuan was crystal clear about the situation here.

Before coming to challenge it, he had specifically recalled the plot to guard against dangers in advance.

The air of the Capital of Slaughter and Bloody Mary were toxins that combined; drinking too much meant being deeply poisoned.

And this Hell Road was the region that triggered those toxins.

It caused people to fall into madness, lose their senses, and abandon all reason.

The raw material for Bloody Mary was the soul of a Soul Master; drinking it could increase spiritual power and some soul power.

Regarding the aspect of souls, Giratina was the ancestor of the Ghost type and the ruler of the Distortion World.

As the executioner and dumping ground for the main world, it controlled the souls of all humans or Pokémon after death.

There was no soul it could not refine, and any toxin could be eliminated.

Therefore, Lin Chuan did not need to worry about this; the toxins of the Bloody Mary had long since been completely eliminated.

"Come out, Giratina! I choose you!"

He shouted in his heart.

Lin Chuan waved his right hand, and the figure of Giratina appeared on the Hell Road.

"Kid, what do you want with me?"

"It's just a mere Hell Road. Those stinking bats ahead aren't even as good as the bats from my previous world."

Lin Chuan did not retort, continuing to sprint forward rapidly.

Before long, Giratina's voice, as disdainful and arrogant as ever, rang out:

"There's a big guy inside, though its strength is still quite pathetic."