Battle Against the Three Kings, Who Gave You the Courage?!
"What?!"
Hu Liena frowned.
He fought tooth and nail for the token, became one of the Seven Kings, but couldn't use it in the arena?
What kind of ridiculous rule is this?
The woman in black veil bowed slightly. "Wood King, please calm your anger. This is the rule; I did not intend to make things difficult for you."
"Never before have any of the Seven Kings, after receiving special privileges, been willing to return to the Hell Slaughter Arena."
"You've set a precedent, so I've come here specifically to explain the regulations to you."
Hu Liena choked on her breath, her face turning pale.
The purpose of obtaining the Seven Kings title is simply to use Soul Skill and achieve a hundred-win streak as soon as possible, right?
Now they've gotten themselves into a lot of trouble, and even have to be monitored by the King of Slaughter. In the end, they haven't achieved their most important goal?
Hu Liena felt like she'd been tricked!
"You can take a look at your Soul Ring," the woman in black said calmly.
Hu Liena quickly summoned her Soul Ring, and it was indeed gray!
She turned to look at Ye Hua, only to find Ye Hua completely calm.
"We can fight even without using Soul Skill; we didn't win using them before."
"After we finish fighting and leave, we can still use our Soul Skill. With that as a backup, we don't have to worry about getting injured or being surrounded."
Hu Liena was about to speak when she saw Ye Hua wink at her.
Without using your Soul Skill, no one would dare to fight you.
Using Soul Skill again, when will we ever achieve a hundred consecutive wins?
But the Hell Slaughter Arena...
Ye Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Snow Empress in his Sea of Consciousness poked him.
Seeing Ye Hua give her a meaningful look, Hu Liena had no choice but to nod.
Seeing that they had stopped arguing, the manager of the Hell Slaughter Arena finally dared to stick his head out.
"Two, two gentlemen... would you like to register?"
Hu Liena ignored him, Ye Hua took the pen and casually wrote down his number.
9529.
Before the ink had even dried, wails and screams erupted from the stands.
"He's here! He's really here!"
"Didn't the Blood Qilin become king? Why is he still trying to steal our food!"
"There's no other way, let's gamble... that we won't be matched with him!"
The iron gate slammed down, and the nine people on the stage turned deathly pale, looking like condemned prisoners being led to their execution.
Ye Hua stood still, not even taking out his Nine-Dragon Spirit Yang Staff, and beckoned to the opposite side.
"Let's all attack together, it'll save time!"
The nine men exchanged glances, a hint of ferocity emerging from their despair, and pounced at each other.
Then, within half a minute, they were dealt with by Ye Hua's fists and feet.
Her clothes weren't even stained with blood; she was incredibly elegant.
Hu Liena stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, admiring the beauty of violence.
The two deliberately registered separately to avoid being assigned to the same competition and facing a life-or-death situation.
The next three matches were exactly the same.
Ye Hua single-handedly routed the opposing team with his physical strength.
After three rounds, even the most daring gamblers became hesitant and turned away.
They'd rather offer up Bloody Mary than fight Ye Hua!
Helpless, Ye Hua pulled Hu Liena up, "Let's go, that's enough for today."
In the days that followed, Ye Hua's bloody terror returned.
The Hell Slaughter Arena has a pitifully small number of sessions per day.
Even in many instances, the Hou war zone, filled with violence and cheers, was deserted.
Throughout the entire month, Ye Hua only played ten matches, including the first four.
Hu Liena fared better; she wasn't so strong as to be despairing, playing twenty consecutive matches.
This is partly because she is accompanied by Ye Hua, and even if she gets injured, no one dares to do anything to her.
But when her win count surpassed fifty, the number of people willing to play against her plummeted!
The Slaughter City Capital has been forced into a bizarre situation!
A place known for bloodshed and slaughter has suddenly become civilized!
Hell Slaughter Arena filled with evil, utterly deserted!
The streets, once filled with blood, are now starting to clean up!
The reason was --
I'm afraid that if Golden King and Wood King go shopping, they'll get in my way and fight!
But such a bizarre situation is bound to affect the interests of certain people.
Ye Hua and Hu Liena emerged from the Hell Slaughter Arena, the three kings of water, fire, and earth still came knocking on their door.
The three made no attempt to conceal their auras; their overwhelming power, akin to that of Soul Douluo, forced those around them to retreat repeatedly.
Hu Liena stopped in her tracks, her right hand resting on the hilt of the dagger, her pupils contracting slightly.
"Blood Qilin," the Fire King sneered, "How ambitious!"
Ye Hua stopped in his tracks. "What's it to you?"
The Water King sneered, "The revenue from the Hell Slaughter Arena is the lion's share of supporting us Seven Kings!"
"You've created chaos and disorder; nobody dares to place bets, nobody dares to go on stage!"
"If this continues, what will we eat?"
The Earth King, in a deep, gruff voice, said, "If you're looking for death, go find a corner and kill yourself. Don't ruin our livelihood!"
"From today onwards, you are forbidden from going to the Hell Slaughter Arena again, or we'll discipline this unruly newcomer!"
"Heh," Ye Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, "In the end, all you want is for me to fall into depravity along with you."
"Degeneration?" The Water King scoffed. "No, no, no, that's called harvest! The harvest of hard work that eventually pays off!"
"I killed Spirit Hall Branch outside, and when I couldn't make a living there, I came here in pursuit of wealth and status!"
"I finally got it, and you've sabotaged it!"
Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Hu Liena drew her sword.
The Fire King caught a glimpse of her. "Ha, even Soul King dares to draw his sword?"
"Ask your Blood Qilin, a piece of trash who isn't even Soul Saint, how dare he fight the three of us Soul Douluo?"
People on the street corner were talking about it.
"The Seven Kings are fighting amongst themselves? This is going to be interesting..."
"Even if the Blood Qilin and the Hell Messenger are incredibly powerful, they can't possibly take on three opponents at once, right?"
"Exactly, and they can all use Soul Skill!"
"Want a share?"
Greed is always a terrible thing.
Even taking a Bloody Mary from Ye Hua would be a win!
Despite the blatant covetousness, Ye Hua remained completely calm.
"Nana, you handle those guys, I'll deal with the Three Kings."
Hu Liena understood that if she joined the battle, she would only be a hindrance.
I might as well summon my Martial Soul to deter the villains lurking in the shadows!
The Nine-Dragon Spirit Yang Staff appeared in Ye Hua's hand.
Three black and three red, six Soul Ring rose up together.
The Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, as black as ink, was heavy and imposing.
The crimson Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was even more breathtaking.
The three kings were instantly dumbfounded!
"Impossible!" the Water King exclaimed, "Unless you possess Twin Martial Souls!"
The Fire King's face twisted in a ferocious grimace, his ferocity overshadowing his shock. "Attack together! No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person!"
All three unleashed their Martial Soul simultaneously!
Death Iron Axe
Water Dragon Golden Whip
Black Tortoise Shield
They're all weapon Martial Soul!
"Fifth Soul Skill! Death Cleave!"
"Sixth Soul Skill! Flood Dragon Emerges from Sea!"
"Eighth Soul Skill! Thousand-Jun Rock Crush!"
The three attacks arrived almost simultaneously.
The shockwave cracked the walls on both sides!
The onlookers gasped briefly.
Then--
Ye Hua raised the Nine-Dragon Spirit Yang Staff,
A dark Gold Trial light flowed slowly.
The Sixth Soul Ring lit up.
The phantom of the Golden Sacred Dragon roared behind him!
The dragon's head is held high, its golden scales dazzling!
Enveloped in a golden light as majestic as the heavens, it swept across the alleyway!
Rushing Dragon!
With overwhelming dragon might, the Water King's dragon instantly wailed and disintegrated!
As the golden light swept through, the Fire King was sent flying, axe in hand, along with his man!
As for the strongest Thousand-Jun Rock Crush, it was shattered into pieces by the dragon's head before it even landed!
The rubble scattered amidst the golden light, like a torrential downpour!
The three kings were thrown off balance by this force and had to retreat repeatedly.
The sole of the shoe plowed deep furrows into the ground!
"Impossible!" The Water King's Martial Soul was damaged, his pupils trembled, "How could you summon the Golden Sacred Dragon!"