Taking a Disciple?

"What the hell is that?!"

The Fallen Ones stared in amazement at the move Li Pu had unleashed.

The bun visibly grew larger and larger, and they could even see the aura of slaughter pouring into it.

It was easy to imagine how much destruction it would cause once it exploded.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid! He needs time to build up this move. It's no threat. Attack!"

At one man's command, all nine Fallen Ones charged at Li Pu.

Li Pu leaped into the air, raised the nearly finished giant bun—which was almost half the size of the arena—and hurled it down onto the fighting platform.

The nine Fallen Ones hadn't expected Li Pu's move to take shape so quickly. It had formed in just a few breaths, which made no sense at all.

"Quick, use Soul Power to shield yourselves!"

The giant bun was about to crash down. The nine Fallen Ones had no time to flee, so they could only defend themselves with Soul Power.

"What are you doing?!"

One of the Fallen Ones cried out in terror as someone behind him grabbed him. He turned to look at the man behind him.

"Sorry about this. Who knows how terrifying this move is? Better to have someone else take the brunt of it!"

The Fallen One knew that even an ordinary bun could explode with enough force to kill a Soul King. Who knew how powerful this enormous bun would be, infused as it was with the killing intent of Slaughter City?

"No! Get away from me!"

"AAAAAAH!"

A thunderous explosion shook the arena. Nearly half the fighting platform was destroyed, and the massive shockwave hit the watching Fallen Ones too, as if something had slammed into their chests.

When they looked back at the Hell Slaughter Arena, only three of the nine Fallen Ones remained, and they were all badly wounded.

As Li Pu descended, they had almost no chance to strike back.

But the Fallen One who had used another man as a meat shield tossed aside the corpse in his hand and charged with his Martial Soul, the Blood Drinker Blade.

"You're just a snot-nosed brat! You think you're worthy of being called the Martial God? Die!"

"Roar!"

He let out a furious roar as killing intent billowed from him and gathered around the Blood Drinker Blade in his hand. Then he swung it at Li Pu.

Li Pu remained calm and raised both hands to catch the blade barehanded. Since he hadn't landed yet, the force shoved him back two meters before his foot touched the ground. He braced himself, leaving the blade unable to advance another inch!

Seeing this, the Fallen One put all his strength into pressing down, but no matter what he did, he couldn't force the blade any lower. He and Li Pu were locked in a stalemate, so he shouted at the other two.

"If you're not dead, move!"

The other two Fallen Ones rushed over at once, ignoring their injuries.

Li Pu suddenly let go, crouched, and darted forward. He pulled a short blade from beneath his feet, and in the middle of a roll, slashed the man across the waist. Then he sprang up and hurled the blade at one of the other two.

The man managed to block one blade, but he never imagined there would be two more. They sliced through his throat.

The other man was terrified, but still charged at Li Pu like he was ready to stake his life. Even so, he was no match for Li Pu.

Li Pu raised a hand and broke his weapon, then shoved him out of the arena with a palm strike. The man crashed into the wall and fell into the scorching blood pool below.

The last Fallen One was still alive, but it made no difference.

And so, the final match came to an end.

The countless Fallen Ones erupted in cheers, having witnessed the birth of the youngest God of Slaughter in the history of Slaughter City!

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

"Li Pu, you really are outrageously good!"

"Xiao Pu, you're the best! I need to hurry up too!"

"Congratulations, young Martial God."

A low, piercing voice suddenly rang out from all directions. The atmosphere inside the Hell Slaughter Arena soared to a fever pitch as a blood-red figure descended from above.

There was no mistaking that voice or figure. It was the King of Slaughter.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"

The Fallen Ones screamed like frenzied fans who had lost their minds.

The King of Slaughter touched down. His low yet piercing voice rang out again as he raised both hands, radiating an air of supreme authority.

"Today, I'm delighted to witness the birth of the youngest God of Slaughter in Slaughter City's history. I've seen the tremendous strength in you—a power that makes people tremble. Isn't that right, my subjects?"

"Yes!"

The Fallen Ones cheered wildly.

"Young Martial God, I've decided to take you as my disciple. You will inherit the position of King of Slaughter and become the new king of Slaughter City!"

The King of Slaughter looked down at Li Pu, his expression leaving no room for refusal.

Bibi Dong hadn't expected the King of Slaughter to take such an interest in Li Pu. But then again, he was the youngest God of Slaughter. It was only natural for the King of Slaughter to value him!

The other Fallen Ones thought the same. With a legend like Li Pu, how could he not become the future king of Slaughter City?

They cheered again.

"New King! New King! New King!"

Li Pu glanced around and curled his lips into a smile. Anyone else would probably have accepted already. After all, this was an offer to become the future king of Slaughter City.

"King of Slaughter, even so, I'd like to try Hell Road first. And if I haven't crossed Hell Road, how could I become the future king of Slaughter City?"

With those words, he turned the tables, sending the Fallen Ones into an even greater frenzy and leaving the King of Slaughter unable to refuse.

At a gesture from the King of Slaughter, the crowd quieted. He continued, "Excellent. You truly are worthy of becoming the future king."

"But Hell Road is no joke. Even with the special abilities of your Martial Soul, and all the Self-Created Soul Skills you've developed, Hell Road is so terrifying that it won't be easy to cross. Even working together, several people can't make it through."

Li Pu pouted and put on an air of complete confidence. "Do you really take me for a child? How many people in Slaughter City can match me?"

It wasn't that the King of Slaughter didn't want to open Hell Road for Li Pu. Today, more than half the population of Slaughter City was gathered here, and opening Hell Road required the lives of everyone in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Losing half the population would be more than cutting off one of Slaughter City's arms. Even if the Hell Slaughter Arena were shut down for decades, the city might never recover.

"Are you sure you want to challenge Hell Road? With your talent, I'd allow you to try again in a few years. You could even come and go from Slaughter City freely starting now." The King of Slaughter made him a very generous offer, while also using voice transmission to explain the situation.

Li Pu understood what was going on and played along. "All right. I was planning to wait for my big partner anyway. I'll wait until she finishes her hundred matches, then we can cross Hell Road together."

This compromise wasn't quite what the King of Slaughter had hoped for, but it was acceptable.

The King of Slaughter looked toward Bibi Dong. As the King of Slaughter, he naturally knew she wasn't far from completing her hundred matches.

Blood-red wings sprouted from his back, and he slowly rose into the air.

"Since that's your choice, I'll respect it. Hell Road isn't something you can cross just by bringing more people!"