Taking on a Disciple?

"Holy crap, what is that thing!"

The fallen ones stared in astonishment at the move Li Pu was unleashing.

The bun was visibly expanding, and one could even see the aura of slaughter continuously pouring into it.

It was easy to imagine the sheer destructive power that would be unleashed once that bun exploded.

"Don't panic, don't be afraid! This move requires charging; it's not a threat. Let's go!"

At one man's command, the nine fallen ones charged at Li Pu together.

Li Pu leaped into the air, holding the massive bun—now nearly the size of half the arena—with both hands, and slammed it down onto the stage.

The nine fallen ones hadn't expected Li Pu's move to be so fast; it had formed in just a few breaths, which defied all logic.

"Quick, use your soul power to protect yourselves!"

Seeing the giant bun about to crash down, the nine fallen ones had no time to retreat and could only rely on soul power for defense.

"What are you doing!"

One of the fallen ones cried out in terror as he was grabbed from behind, twisting his head to look at the person behind him.

"Sorry, but who knows how terrifying this move is? Better to have a human shield!"

That fallen one knew that even a normal bun's explosion could kill a Soul King; who knew what level of power this massive bun, infused with the slaughter aura of the Slaughter City, would reach?

"No, get away from me!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

With an earth-shattering roar, nearly half of the arena was destroyed. The massive shockwave even affected the spectators, who felt as if their chests had been struck by a heavy blow.

Looking back at the Hell Slaughter Arena, only three of the nine fallen ones remained, and they were severely injured.

Facing the descending Li Pu, they had almost no chance to counterattack.

However, the fallen one who had used another as a human shield tossed the corpse aside and charged forward, wielding his martial soul, the Blood Drinker Blade.

"A mere brat dares to call himself the Martial God? Go to hell!"

"Roar!"

With a furious shout, his killing intent surged, gathering into the Blood Drinker Blade in his hand as he slashed toward Li Pu.

Li Pu remained calm, raising both hands to catch the blade barehanded. Since he hadn't landed yet, he was pushed back two meters before planting his feet firmly on the ground, preventing the blade from advancing any further!

Seeing this, the fallen one pushed with all his might, but he couldn't budge it at all. Feeling stuck in a stalemate with Li Pu, he immediately roared at the other two.

"If you two aren't dead yet, hurry up and attack!"

The other two fallen ones immediately moved in, ignoring their own injuries.

Li Pu suddenly let go, crouched forward, and quickly pulled a short blade from his feet. As he rolled, he slashed the man's waist, then quickly rose and threw the short blade at one of the other two.

Although the man managed to block one blade, he never expected there to be two, and the second one slit his throat.

The last man, despite being terrified, charged forward in a desperate frenzy, but he was no match for Li Pu.

Li Pu struck his weapon aside, then pushed him off the stage with a single palm, sending him crashing into the wall and falling into the scorching blood pool below.

Even though the remaining fallen ones were still alive, it was to no avail.

The final match came to an end just like that.

Countless fallen ones cheered wildly, witnessing the birth of the youngest God of Slaughter in the history of the Slaughter City!

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

"Li Pu, you really are outrageous!"

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

"Congratulations, young Martial God."

A low, sharp voice suddenly echoed from all directions. The atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena instantly reached a fever pitch as a blood-red figure descended from the sky.

This voice and figure could be none other than the King of Slaughter.

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

The fallen ones screamed frantically, like fans who had lost their minds.

When the King of Slaughter landed on the ground, that low yet sharp voice sounded again. He raised his hands, exuding a supreme aura.

"Today, I am very happy to witness the birth of the youngest God of Slaughter in the history of the Slaughter City. In you, I see incredibly powerful strength that makes one tremble, is that not so, my subjects?"

"Yes--"

The fallen ones cheered wildly.

"Young Martial God, I have decided to take you as my disciple. In the future, you shall inherit the position of the King of Slaughter and become the new king of the Slaughter City!"

The King of Slaughter looked down at Li Pu from his high position, brooking no opposition.

Bibi Dong, watching from below, had not expected the King of Slaughter to take such an interest in Slaughter City, nor did she foresee him valuing the youngest God of Slaughter so highly—it would be strange if he didn't!

The other fallen ones felt the same; how could a legendary existence like Li Pu not be the future new king of Slaughter City?

Thus, they erupted into cheers once more.

"New King! New King! New King!"

Li Pu scanned the surroundings, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Had it been anyone else, they likely would have agreed immediately, for that was the position of the future king of Slaughter City.

"King of Slaughter, even so, I wish to clear the Hell Road first. Besides, without clearing the Hell Road, how could I possibly become the future new king of Slaughter City?"

With a single sentence, he seized the initiative, driving the fallen ones into an even greater frenzy and leaving the King of Slaughter with no room to refuse.

The noise died down at a gesture from the King of Slaughter, who continued, "Well said. You are indeed worthy of being the future new king."

"However, the Hell Road is no joke. Even with the special abilities of your martial soul and the many Self-Created Soul Skill you have developed, the terror of the Hell Road is not so easily overcome. Even groups working together have failed to pass."

Li Pu curled his lip, putting on an expression of extreme confidence: "Do you take me for a child? In this Slaughter City, how many can compare to me!"

The King of Slaughter was not unwilling to open the Hell Road for Li Pu, but most of the population of Slaughter City was gathered here today. Opening the Hell Road required the lives of everyone in the Hell Slaughter Arena; if this majority of the population were lost, it would be more than just severing an arm for Slaughter City. Even if the Hell Slaughter Arena were suspended for decades, it might never recover.

"Are you certain you wish to challenge the Hell Road? Given your aptitude, I can allow you to wait a few years, or even grant you the freedom to enter and exit Slaughter City as you please now." The King of Slaughter offered an exceptionally generous incentive while simultaneously sending a telepathic message to Li Pu explaining the situation.

Upon hearing this, Li Pu understood what was happening and played along: "Fine. In any case, I still want to wait for my partner. Once she completes her hundredth match, we shall challenge the Hell Road together."

While this compromise did not align with the King of Slaughter's original intent, it was acceptable.

The King of Slaughter looked toward Bibi Dong; as the King of Slaughter, he was naturally aware that she was not far from completing her hundredth match.

Blood-red wings sprouted from his back as he slowly took flight.

"Since that is the case, I respect your choice. The Hell Road is not something that can be cleared simply by having more people!"