When Necessary, You Can

Over the past year, Qin Xuan had become the most dazzling presence in Slaughter City.

It was as if he would never be injured, never grow weary, and never lose himself under the interference of killing intent. In just one year, he had achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Such a terrifying winning streak completely defied convention.

If he went on to achieve a hundred consecutive victories and pass through Hell Road, he would break the record that had stood for nearly a thousand years, becoming the fastest person in Slaughter City's history to become a God of Slaughter.

Compared to when he had first arrived, Qin Xuan no longer possessed the lofty ambitions and high spirits of punching Qian Xunji on Douluo Continent, stomping the Clear Sky Sect beneath his feet, and marrying a rich, beautiful woman.

The cruelty of survival had given him a new understanding of Douluo Continent.

There was now a trace of cold gloom in his expression, and his jet-black pupils had been stained with a layer of blood-red.

Even his body gave off a faint scent of blood.

A cold aura of slaughter silently spread from him. Bloodthirsty, brutal—nearly every vile word in the world could be used to describe it.

This was not something he had deliberately put on. It was the result of being affected by killing intent after slaughtering thousands of people in Slaughter City.

Although Phoenix Fire could shield his body from most of the slaughter aura, his Martial Soul could not avoid it. Even after being retracted into his body, it could still affect him.

It might not matter over a few years, but if he continued slaughtering for long enough, one day he would inevitably lose his mind to slaughter and become a fallen one.

Fortunately, it was all about to end. He was about to achieve his hundredth consecutive victory.

Over the course of a year, his strength had improved significantly.

As early as his third month after entering Slaughter City, his Soul Power had broken through the level-sixty threshold.

Although it had not continued increasing because he had yet to obtain a Soul Ring, by his estimate, excluding the Soul Power increase brought by Soul Rings, he could still raise his Soul Power Level by another two or three levels.

In roughly nine months, increasing nearly three Soul Power Levels on the foundation of a Soul Emperor was something unimaginable in the past.

Even Little Scumbag from the original story could not have reached this extent without Sea God Island cheats and Soul Beast sacrifices.

And that was all without obtaining Soul Rings. Once he obtained them and was no longer constrained by the Soul Power cap, his cultivation speed could become even faster.

Soul Power was only secondary. What had truly brought Qin Xuan tremendous gains were the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique and the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique.

Not only had Qin Xuan used this year of life-and-death tempering to fully integrate the Vertical and Horizontal Swordsmanship, allowing him to simultaneously unleash the combined attack of Hundred-Pace Flying Sword and Eight Directions Throughstrike while consuming more than half his Soul Power.

He had also used the superior internal cultivation method, Ghost Valley Breathing Technique, supplemented by the Immortal-Grade Immortal Herb Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, to open all Eight Extraordinary Meridians throughout his body and cultivate the Body-Protecting Astral Qi that even Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang of Qin's Moon World had never possessed.

It was no exaggeration to say that among those at the same level, he had almost attained the Indestructible Vajra Body that Tang San in the original story claimed could be cultivated by consuming the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

Soul Power users of the same level would find it nearly impossible to break through his Body-Protecting Astral Qi.

The instant he walked out of the Hell Slaughter Arena, the fallen ones in the stands, who had been wildly excited moments ago, suddenly fell silent. Some who stood nearby feared that provoking this God of Slaughter would cost them their heads, and quickly scattered, clearing a wide passage for Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan had no interest in paying attention to these fallen ones lost in slaughter and strode away.

The Hell Slaughter Arena could no longer pose any threat to him.

Most of the experts had already been slaughtered by him before he reached eighty consecutive victories, including many powerful Soul Douluo and Soul Saint-level figures.

All of them had died beneath his Eight Directions Throughstrike or Hundred-Pace Flying Sword.

His most urgent task was to adjust his essence, energy, and spirit to their best state.

The other matter was the grand roulette draw. He wanted to see whether he could draw something useful in preparation for crossing Hell Road.

Slaughter City, the tallest building at the center of the inner city.

A dark, spacious room.

The Slaughter King reclined calmly in a massive dark-red skull throne made of crystal. His right hand supported his cheek while his left held a cup of bloody liquid, which he gently swirled as he rested with his eyes closed.

"How is that fellow doing?" He suddenly opened his eyes, scarlet bloodlight flickering within them.

"Great King, Black Dragon has just won another match. He now has ninety-nine consecutive victories."

A cold yet pleasant female voice echoed through the room.

A seductive woman in black gauze, around twenty years old, slowly emerged from the darkness while carrying a vessel filled with Bloody Mary.

She was the Slaughter Messenger who had received Qin Xuan.

"Heh." The Slaughter King sneered. "As expected. Do you think that brat can leave Slaughter City?"

The woman in black gauze pondered for a moment before replying, "Achieving a hundred consecutive victories should not be difficult, but passing through Hell Road... I fear he lacks the ability."

"Although combat skill is what matters in the Hell Slaughter Arena, Hell Road is different. His Soul Power is ultimately too low. If he were a Soul Saint, he might still have a chance."

"Is that so? Why do I recall that you said the same thing about that Clear Sky Sect disciple last time?" The Slaughter King narrowed his eyes, a vicious glint flashing through his scarlet pupils.

Bang! The vessel slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. Bloody Mary spilled everywhere. The woman in black gauze broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy. "Please forgive me, Great King. This subordinate knows her offense. This subordinate will never speak out of turn again."

"Since you know your offense, I shall give you a chance to atone. Raise your head." The Slaughter King's lips curled slightly.

So this day has finally come. The Hell Messenger bit down on her red lips and raised her head.

"From a human perspective, you are indeed rather beautiful." The Slaughter King pinched her chin through her veil.

Then, as if recalling something, a faint strand of bloodlight drifted from the Slaughter King's eyes, stretching into two long crimson fire-serpents.

He said something that left the woman in black gauze utterly baffled. "Rest assured, I am not interested in the bodies of human women for now. I want you to do something for me."

Even if it were interested, it could not do much.

This body belonged to Tang Chen. The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King had only parasitized him for a little over ten years.

The degree of erosion was far less severe than it would be when Tang San entered Slaughter City in the future.

It still could not fully control him.

If it used Tang Chen's body to do such a thing, given Tang Chen's obsession with Bo Saixi, something like what had happened with Tang Hao last time might occur again.

The woman in black gauze froze. "Please give your orders, Great King!"

"Every opening of Hell Road brings great disaster to Slaughter City. I do not wish for something like last time to happen again."

Upon hearing this, the woman in black gauze felt as though she had been granted a pardon. "Great King, this subordinate will go make contact with Black Dragon at once."

As she spoke, she picked up the vessel from the ground and prepared to leave the dark room.

The Slaughter King called after her. "Wait."

The woman in black gauze paused in surprise, only to hear the Slaughter King continue, "When necessary, you may offer your body."

"Great King, what if that person refuses?" The woman in black gauze's expression darkened. After struggling internally for a moment, she asked hesitantly.

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