His Soul Power had also been guided by the Asura God along this journey, absorbing the endless origins of slaughter accumulated within Hell Road. He had completely broken through the threshold of rank ninety and steadily stepped into the realm of a Title Douluo!
A rank ninety-one Title Douluo!
He did not even need to hunt a soul beast to obtain his ninth soul ring. The Asura God had long prepared for him a soul ring formed from the Asura God's origin, one that suited him perfectly.
A hundred-thousand-year god-tier soul ring, crimson as blood and bearing nine golden divine patterns, silently appeared at the very end of his soul ring sequence. It fit his martial soul perfectly, without the slightest backlash.
Tang San stopped walking, feeling the surging Title Douluo-level Soul Power within him and the ever-growing authority of the Asura God in his divine soul. Slowly, he clenched his fist.
He raised his head and looked toward the heavy stone door at the end of Hell Road.
Sure enough, this Hell Road was completely different!
Beyond the door lay the core of Slaughter City, as well as the residence of the King of Slaughter.
He knew that waiting for him beyond that door was his great-grandfather, Tang Chen.
And his greatest trump card for what came next.
The massive stone door slowly opened before Tang San, and an aura of bloodshed and corruption a hundred times denser than that of Hell Road rushed toward him.
The great hall was pitch-black. Only atop the throne did a pair of scarlet eyes slowly open, like two blood-red lamps, locking firmly onto Tang San as he stepped inside.
"Passing through Hell Road and breaking a hundred slaughter matches... not bad, little one."
A hoarse voice echoed through the hall, carrying a