The sky over Slaughter City never showed the true sun.
The light here was dark red.
Like blood.
And like some sin that could never be washed clean.
Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, corpses lay piled across the ground.
Blood ran down through the cracks in the floor, slowly flowing into the hidden channels in the deepest depths.
In the spectator stands all around, the fallen who had been screaming madly had all gone silent.
They looked at the blue-haired young man in the arena, and only fear remained in their eyes.
Tang San stood among the corpses.
His robes had already been soaked through with blood.
Other people's blood.
And his own.
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand slowly dispersed. Blue Silver Grass vines dragged several corpses along, then little by little withdrew beneath his feet.
No one around him dared to cheer.
Because they all knew that after today, Slaughter City had gained another true monster.
Tang San lowered his head, his chest rising and falling faintly.
He had won.
His hundredth match.
He had finally slaughtered his way through the Hell Slaughter Arena.
According to the rules of Slaughter City, he was already qualified to challenge Hell Road.
As long as he walked out alive, he could obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
And then he would have the right to stand before Di Yao again.
"Xiao Wu..."
Tang San's voice was low and hoarse.
When those two words left his mouth, they seemed to carry blood with them.
What had kept him going all this way was that name.
Every time he was about to collapse, he would think of Xiao Wu still in Spirit Hall's hands.
Every time he killed until he was almost numb, he would tell himself.
Kill one more.
Win one more