The So-Called Hell Road, a Timed Nuclear Blast!

The King of Slaughter spoke.

"Hell Road has been the only exit since the birth of Slaughter City."

"Only those with a hundred victories may set foot upon it."

"Those who do so face near-certain death."

"Elemental Asura, are you afraid of death?"

"I am," Qin Yun answered frankly.

"That's why I needed to ask beforehand."

A low chuckle rumbled from the King of Slaughter's throat. Just as he was about to speak again, an abrupt change occurred.

Those scarlet eyes suddenly trembled.

Deep within the blood-red glow, an exceedingly faint trace of clarity surfaced, struggling to rise to the surface.

The muscles on the King of Slaughter's face abruptly tightened. His fingers dug into the throne's armrest, veins and ridges standing out on the backs of his hands as a suppressed groan squeezed from his throat.

It was happening.

Qin Yun's breath caught.

For that instant, the man on the throne was no longer the King of Slaughter.

A sliver of the blood-red light faded from his eyes, revealing the human emotions beneath.

Aged, exhausted, confused.

It was Tang Chen's own consciousness.

His lips moved, as though he wanted to say something.

But he only managed to struggle for an instant.

The next moment, the bloody light surged back with a roar, forcibly pressing that trace of clarity down again.

The King of Slaughter abruptly straightened, murderous intent exploding from him. The temperature throughout the entire hall plummeted, and the dark-red vines coiled around the four stone pillars trembled violently.

"Just now..."

"What happened to me?"

The King of Slaughter stared at Qin Yun, instinctively feeling that he was responsible.

But he had no evidence whatsoever.

The murderous intent in the hall gradually receded.

He leaned back against the throne once more and closed his eyes.

"Finish your hundred