A Hundred Consecutive Victories, Hell Road

Yu Yuanzhen frowned. Not wanting to smell the farts, he formed an electric wall around himself to block out the pink farts that were floating everywhere.

"Why is your Soul Skill still 'farting'? The name sounds weird too. What effect does it have?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. As soon as he asked the question, Yu Xiaogang's face darkened. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned more and more. He had only asked casually, but Yu Xiaogang's embarrassed look only made him more curious.

Seeing his father's face grow increasingly grim, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and said, "My second Soul Skill, ' Fart Like Smoke, Alluring Luo Sanpao,' releases Soul-Bewitching Fart. Soul Master with insufficient mental strength will be charmed by my second Soul Skill as soon as they smell it."

"This..." Yu Yuanzhen dumbfounded. This was the first time he had ever heard of such an outrageous Soul Skill, and he didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.

The effect of this Soul Ring sounds pretty good, but it's just too shameful. A man using Soul-Bewitching Fart to bewitch the enemy is utterly disgraceful to the family.

Furthermore, without acquiring the spatial abilities of the Soft Bone Rabbit, it's unknown whether Yu Xiaogang will still suffer from the backlash of light and darkness.

Thinking this, Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and asked, "Is there something wrong with your body?"

Yu Xiaogang said, "No."

"That's good." Yu Yuanzhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and instructed, "Let's go back. In the future, try not to use your second Soul Skill if you can avoid it."

"Okay, I understand." Yu Xiaogang nodded. Even if no one told him, he would never use this second Soul Skill lightly, after all, he still had his pride.

Originally, they planned to find Soul Beast with hypnotic abilities to absorb, but unexpectedly ended up with a Soul-Bewitching Fart.

Although both fall under the category of control, Yu Xiaogang was still very dissatisfied.

This Soul Skill is truly shameful. His reputation was already bad, and this only makes things worse.

On the other side.

One year later.

Slaughter Hell Arena.

"Bang--"

As the last nine opponents fell to the ground in defeat, Yu Mingxiao unleashed his powerful aura without reservation. Compared to before, this aura was now infused with a tangible killing intent.

One hundred consecutive wins. A year and a half has passed since he came to the Slaughter Hell Arena. He has finally achieved one hundred consecutive wins, which means that he can now pass the next level of the Hell Road. As long as he passes through it, he can leave the Capital of Slaughter and obtain a Divine Slaughter's Domain.

At the same time, it will also attract the attention of the Asura God.

After all, this Capital of Slaughter is the trial ground where the Asura God selects his successor. Anyone who obtains the Divine Slaughter's Domain is a candidate for the position of Asura Godhood.

The large number of Fallen Ones and Evil Soul Master watching the battle in the Slaughter Hell Arena fell silent under the powerful aura emanating from him.

Over the past year, Yu Mingxiao has become a ruthless figure feared by everyone in the Capital of Slaughter, and many people have privately nicknamed him the Demon King.

This clearly shows how much people feared him, as if he were a symbol of death.

Many of the fallen had been secretly counting his victories, and with today's win, he had achieved a perfect 100-win streak. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; this jinx was finally about to leave.

"Congratulations, young Demon King."

A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions, and a black and red figure was descending from the sky.

His arrival instantly raised the atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena to its peak.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the group of evil Soul Master in the arena instantly became excited and roared loudly.

Yu Mingxiao looked up at the figure in mid-air and calmly examined it.

The King of Slaughter was deathly pale, with blood-red eyes, and wore a magnificent black and red robe, his body shrouded in black mist.

With his strength, he could tell at a glance that this was not the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, but just an Evil Soul Master surrounded by a cold and bloodthirsty aura, with Soul Power of about ninety-seven.

"I am delighted to witness the birth of a new powerhouse in the killing arena today. The unprecedented feat of achieving a hundred victories, unseen for a century, has been reborn in a young man!"

The King of Slaughter first made a polite remark, then looked at Yu Mingxiao, "Demon King, to commend your achievements, I have decided to bestow upon you the title of Slaughter God. From now on, you will be free to enter and leave the Capital of Slaughter, and will be invited to serve as a guest elder of the Capital of Slaughter. What do you say?"

Yu Mingxiao shook his head and said calmly, "No need. I need to go and challenge the Hell Road. Open the Hell Road as soon as possible."

It's obvious that the King of Slaughter doesn't want him to obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain, lest he pose a threat to the Capital of Slaughter, or perhaps there are other concerns as well.

But Yu Mingxiao wasn't buying it. He had worked hard for a year and a half, achieving a hundred consecutive victories, all for the sake of the Divine Slaughter's Domain. How could he be so easily dismissed by his opponent?

The King of Slaughter's expression shifted several times before he said in a deep voice, "You probably don't know how terrifying the Hell Road is. Demon King, I hope you understand that I'm doing this all for your own good."

"Once you become a retainer of my Capital of Slaughter, you can still return to the outside world, and you won't need to go through the terrifying Hell Road."

"Enough talk, open the Hell Road for me now!"

Yu Mingxiao's eyes turned cold, and a surge of energy rushed out.

The King of Slaughter was instantly enveloped by the aura, and his body, which was suspended in mid-air, slammed to the ground, creating a large crater.

The onlookers were all stunned; none of them had expected that the mighty King of Slaughter would be suppressed by him.

Yu Mingxiao came to the edge of the pit and stared down at it.

"You..." The King of Slaughter struggled to lift his head from the bottom of the pit, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

He couldn't withstand just a single aura; this person's strength had probably reached the Limit Douluo level.

"Hurry up and open the Hell Road for me, otherwise you have no reason to be the King of Slaughter." Yu Mingxiao released his Soul Power suppression and urged him again.

Having witnessed the ugliness and evil of the world over the past year, he had no patience for these Evil Soul Master. If he didn't still need this guy, he would have killed him long ago.

"Alright, alright, senior, please calm down. I will now begin the Hell Road!"

The King of Slaughter panicked and hurriedly climbed out of the pit, even changing his address as if it were his own.

Yu Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, but showed no intention of making him change his mind. He simply walked to the side and quietly watched his performance.

The King of Slaughter leaped from the bottom of the pit, releasing a thick red mist that rippled outwards, eventually enveloping the entire Slaughter Hell Arena.

Every spectator touched by the red mist fell silent, their eyes becoming vacant.

Moments later, influenced by the red light, the fallen seemed to go mad, desperately tearing at their faces and bodies...