The Slaughter King's Invitation

Another month passed.

Dongfang Yu took the stage to fight almost every day, and he had never lost.

The name Sky Feather rang through Slaughter City. The woman called Sky Fox had not achieved a record quite as dazzling as his, but she too had won twenty-eight matches without a loss.

Dongfang Yu had once asked Hu Liena why she pushed herself so hard. More than once, she had nearly died in the arena.

Hu Liena had only smiled and said she did not want to hold him back.

Even so, she still could not stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Today, Dongfang Yu's opponent was a Soul Emperor, the strongest person he had encountered since arriving in Slaughter City.

Unfortunately for his opponent, powerful though his Soul Power was, he still died at Dongfang Yu's hands.

Over the past month, Dongfang Yu's eyes had grown colder and colder, as though not a wisp of mortal warmth remained in them.

Glancing at the blood on his hand, Dongfang Yu murmured, "Angewomon, haven't you thought of a way yet?"

"No." Angewomon's answer was as blunt as ever. Only LadyDevimon could understand what she meant.

There was a way, and only one, but it could not be used unless there was no other choice.

Dongfang Yu put away his sword and walked down from the stage.

The moment he stepped down, Hu Liena came to meet him. After two months here, her bearing had grown increasingly cold.

The seductive air about her was gone, replaced by a heavy killing intent born of taking lives day after day.

Hu Liena said, "Junior Brother, you've won sixty matches."

"Mm. Forty more to go." Dongfang Yu nodded.

Only after winning a hundred matches could he meet the Slaughter King, and only after meeting him could