The Killing King's Invitation

The next day, Wang Feng's mission in the Killing Arena continued.

He habitually came to the Killing Arena to sign up for his competition, and as expected, he easily won.

After the victory, he returned to the hotel and said that he had been affected by the killing aura. He then entered the Green Source Space and took Xiao Wu back to the room to play cards together.

Playing poker with your mental body is like taking drugs; the more you play, the more addicted you become.

At first, Xiao Wu shouted that she disagreed and absolutely could not let Wang Feng ruin her stockings.

However, Xiao Wu found herself completely unable to refuse Wang Feng, and could only console herself that she was helping Wang Feng resolve the effects of the killing aura.

"Goddaughter, how are you? Are you alright?" After a long while, Wang Feng looked down at Xiao Wu and asked with a mischievous smile.

When Xiao Wu heard Wang Feng call her goddaughter again, she thought about how Wang Feng had done certain things with her godmother Liu Erlong in the past, and how she was doing the same thing with Wang Feng now. She felt so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to disappear.

In the end, all he could do was bite down on Wang Feng, that scoundrel, and verbally forbid him from calling her goddaughter again.

Wang Feng was overjoyed to be bitten by Xiao Wu, and he became somewhat addicted to calling Xiao Wu his goddaughter, calling her goddaughter more and more often.

Finally, whether out of habit or submission, Xiao Wu subconsciously called out, "Godfather."

After completing the final competition in the Killing Arena in the Slaughter City, returning to cultivate, research Soul Skill, discuss the profound meaning of godfather and goddaughter with Xiao Wu, and chat with Xiao Wu about the preciousness of stockings, two months quietly passed.

In the past two months, Wang Feng has completed ninety-nine matches, and his reputation as a "God of Slaughter" One-Slash Kill spread throughout the entire Slaughter City.

Today is Wang Feng's 100th match. Once he completes this match, he can pass the Killing Arena and enter the Hell Road.

After exchanging words with Xiao Wu and fully recovering his mental state, Wang Feng left the Green Source Space and headed towards the Killing Arena.

After Wang Feng left, Xiao Wu suddenly realized that her Soul Power had become stronger, and she didn't know if it was because of her in-depth communication with Wang Feng over the past two months.

"No, we can't let Wang Feng succeed again."

After thinking for a while, Xiao Wu decided to go into seclusion to cultivate and solidify her soul body so that she would be indistinguishable from a real person within the Green Source Space.

As soon as Wang Feng stepped out of the hotel room, the criminals around him quickly made way for Wang Feng, as if they were afraid of being killed.

Wang Feng didn't glance at the crowd again before arriving at the entrance of the Killing Arena. A woman dressed in gothic attire walked over and said, "Mister Three-Five-One-Five, are you planning to sign up for the hundredth Killing Arena?"

"That's right."

"I reckon Mister Three-Five-One-Five's abilities should be more than enough to pass, but before the competition started, my master asked me to pass on a few words to you."

"Your master Killing King?" Wang Feng asked, looking at the woman dressed in gothic style with a hint of curiosity.

"That's right."

Wang Feng was also curious about the King of Slaughter. He had been in the Slaughter Arena for some time, but had never seen the King of Slaughter appear before.

Now that he's about to complete his 100th match, he's having his staff come looking for him. Could it be that they want to keep him in the Slaughter City?

"What are you saying? I'm rather curious."

"I wonder if 3515 has ever considered staying in the Slaughter City to work for my master?" The gothic-style woman asked, then waited for Wang Feng's answer.

When Wang Feng heard this, he already understood what the other party meant: they didn't want him to complete the Killing Arena and enter the Hell Road.

However, as far as he knew, the rules of this Killing Arena were set by the Asura God, and even the Killing King could not change them. The only way to retain talent was to stop the opponent's final match.

"Please thank your master for his kindness on my behalf." Wang Feng refused directly, then entered the Killing Arena.

Staying in the Slaughter City was not his goal. If he guessed correctly, Tang Chen, whose strength had been greatly weakened by the Parasite of the Dark Red Nine-Headed Bat, was probably hiding somewhere absorbing the Soul Power of the Killing Arena to recover.

Wang Feng planned to return to the Spirit Hall after completing the Slaughter City mission and tell Bibi Dong about Tang Chen. At that time, he could try to bring Bibi Dong to kill Tang Hao strength had not yet recovered.

The gothic-style woman seemed to know that Wang Feng would refuse. She smiled as she watched Wang Feng's retreating figure before heading towards the tallest building in the Slaughter City.

Meanwhile, Tang Chen, Parasite by the Nine-Headed Bat King, sat on a high chair in the main hall, watching the gothic-style woman approach, and asked expressionlessly, "Did he refuse?"

The gothic-style woman nodded. "Yes, I have absolutely no intention of staying."

"He's an interesting person." The Killing King Lingling, rose from his throne, and turned to leave the hall.

Meanwhile, Wang Feng had already begun his hundredth Killing Arena.

The other nine people on the field are all formidable, with even the least experienced having gone through fifty or sixty killings.

The nine men immediately stared Lingling at Wang Feng upon entering the arena. The reason was simple: those who had survived until now were among the most astute, knowing that Wang Feng was currently the strongest in the Killing Arena, and they knew exactly what to do.

"Kill him first, then fight to the death."

"Superior."

"Kill."

With a shout, the nine men charged towards Wang Feng without regard for their own safety.

"Hmph, a rabble."

Wang Feng sneered and walked step by step toward the nine people who rushed toward him. As he got closer, his pace quickened until he disappeared from their sight.

Wang Feng's sudden disappearance startled the nine people, who hurriedly looked around to search for him.

Whoosh~

Just then, a gust of wind howled.

Wang Feng appeared beside the first person, holding a long sword.

You can die now.

As soon as the sound was heard, Wang Feng raised his knife and brought it down with a thud; a corpse fell to the ground.

The remaining eight men found Wang Feng and attacked again.

However, in Wang Feng's eyes, the remaining eight people were not much different in strength.

He held the long sword horizontally with both hands, his eyes fixed ahead, his entire body's Soul Power gathering and condensing into the blade.

In the next instant, he took a step forward and unleashed a full-force strike.

Whoosh~

A curved blade of light swept across the seven attackers.

Pfft!!

Blood splattered everywhere, and only Wang Feng remained standing on the Killing Arena.

Then, the Soul Power of the nine dead people continuously converged on Wang Feng. Wang Feng's peak level 69 Soul Power instantly broke through to level 70.

Those watching seemed to have become accustomed to this situation and were not particularly surprised.

"It's been a long time since anyone has completed 100 matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Congratulations, new powerhouse! I, the Killing King, hereby bestow upon you the title of God of Slaughter, and grant you the right to freely enter and leave the Slaughter City. Furthermore, I will appoint you as my Slaughter Guest Elder."

Just then, a deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

When Wang Feng heard this voice in the Killing Arena, he suddenly felt the killing intent he was releasing be reversed the instant the voice rang out. At the same time, the atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena instantly reached its peak, because a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.

"Killing King, Killing King, Killing King..."

The moment this figure appeared, the numerous depraved individuals surrounding the Killing Arena roared in madness.

Even though their voices were hoarse from shouting, they showed no sign of stopping.

Wang Feng felt a chill run down his spine as he looked toward the crimson figure in mid-air.

It was a tall man, completely wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

"The Killing King, he actually showed up." Wang Feng was somewhat surprised, but after recalling the Killing King's words and the incident of the woman dressed in gothic attire looking for him earlier, he understood what the other party meant.

The title of God of Slaughter is only awarded to those who have completed the Killing Arena and the Hell Road. Now, the Killing King wants to recruit him. Unfortunately, Wang Feng has no interest whatsoever.

"No need. I am willing to pass the trials of Hell Road, rely on my own strength to walk out of here, and become a true God of Slaughter."

"Are you sure the Hell Road isn't as simple as you think?" The Killing King's gaze sharpened, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

"Confirmed!" Wang Feng answered firmly, feeling the pressure from the Killing King while calculating the opponent's strength in his mind.

He had already experienced Bibi Dong's strength firsthand; she was at the peak of Level 98.

Wang Feng was certain that the Killing King's aura was not stronger Bibi Dong's, or rather, his strength had been greatly reduced after Parasite and had not recovered.

Compared to Bibi Dong Donglai, the Killing King is much weaker.

It's not impossible that after leaving the Slaughter City, they could bring Bibi Dong back to the Slaughter City to destroy the Killing King and seize the Asura Blood Sword to control the Slaughter City.

As Wang Feng stared at the Killing King, the Killing King also sized up Wang Feng.

Although he had been living in the Slaughter City for many years, he already knew about Wang Feng's identity: a disciple of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall. If he hadn't been wary of Bibi Dong, he wouldn't have personally invited Wang Feng to become a guest elder.

"In that case, good luck."

In the end, the Killing King still opened the Hell Road.

However, the activation condition requires a large amount of blood, and the fallen ones watching from the sidelines will suffer.

Wang Feng watched as the blood slowly flowed into the Hell Slaughter Arena, eventually forming a bat pattern. When an entrance appeared, he glanced at the Killing King and walked in without hesitation.

After opening the Hell Road, the Killing King thought of something, smiled Lingling, and then turned and left.

After entering the Hell Road, Wang Feng looked around. All he could see was a faint blood-red color. At this moment, he was standing on a circular platform with a diameter of five meters. The platform was surrounded by a bottomless abyss.

Besides, a narrow path, less than half a foot wide and barely wide enough for two feet to stand at the same time, leads into the unknown darkness. This is the only way for the platform to reach the outside world.

"This must be the Hell Road."

Wang Feng learned some things about the Hell Road from Bibi Dong and knew about its conditions. Moreover, as a transmigrator, he knew even more.

At this moment, Wang Feng came to the edge of the platform and looked down. A dark blue light flashed in his eyes, and the mist below the abyss instantly disappeared, revealing the situation inside the abyss to Wang Feng.

Hot, flowing blood, crimson energy constantly overflowing—if Wang Feng's guess was correct, the blood pool below should be one of the main energy sources maintaining the Killing Arena's operation.