The Strange King of Slaughter

Time flew by.

A year and a half had passed since Jiang Mingyang entered Slaughter City.

In the stands of the Hell Slaughter Arena, a crowd chanted wildly:

"New God of Slaughter! New God of Slaughter!"

"The God of Slaughter is invincible!"

"Embrace the God of Slaughter and welcome the twilight of praise!"

Jiang Mingyang stood calmly in the Hell Slaughter Arena. This was his hundredth match, and it would be his hundredth consecutive victory. But so far, only seven other contestants had assembled.

Ever since Jiang Mingyang had made a name for himself, he had needed to wait a long time for every match.

Word had spread through Slaughter City that the Tricky Sword King, Jiang Mingyang, was about to fight his hundredth match and become a new God of Slaughter.

Anyone in Slaughter City's inner city who had a cup of Bloody Mary chose to come watch.

Even the usually timid people of the outer city came if they had Bloody Mary, just to witness the birth of a new God of Slaughter.

Most people who wanted to compete these days chose a time when Jiang Mingyang would not be there.

After all, entering at the same time as him meant they might be placed in his group. They would have no chance of surviving.

So although Jiang Mingyang had been waiting since morning, they still had not gathered ten contestants by afternoon.

People could roughly guess when Jiang Mingyang might enter a match.

Some clever ones even went into the stands first and only signed up after seeing that he was not in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Still, the ten contestants slowly assembled.

This was the new God of Slaughter's hundredth match. Naturally, some fanatics were willing to seek their own deaths to welcome his arrival and help crown him.

Amid fervent cheers, the match slowly began...

Deep within Slaughter City lay a dark, spacious room. It seemed to contain little furniture apart from a single chair.

Seen from afar, the chair was enormous. Blue and purple crystals were set into it, with blue metal tracing their edges.

The crystals formed the shape of a drum tower, grand and imposing. Aside from the chair's beautiful ornamentation, everything here was dark red.

A tall figure sat in that magnificent, domineering chair. His face was hidden in the darkness; only his long, lean frame and the great cloak draped over him could be made out.

Beside him stood a stunning, cold-faced woman. Barely daring to breathe, she said with fearful respect, "Great King, the Tricky Sword King is about to begin his final battle. With his strength, he is certain to win with ease.

"Should we try to win him over? It has been a long time since a true powerhouse joined Slaughter City.

"If the Tricky Sword King joins us, we'll have more confidence in facing Spirit Hall."

A cold, sinister killing intent radiated from the King of Slaughter's left side, while a pure, forthright killing intent emanated from his right.

The two conflicting auras seemed to be eroding each other, fighting for territory.

Overall, the sinister killing intent was stronger, occupying at least two-thirds of him. The pure killing intent was losing ground.

Hearing the maid's words, the King of Slaughter slowly bared his fangs and said coldly, "There's no need to win him over. Slaughter City is already strong enough."

Before he finished speaking, two blood-red beams shot from his eyes.

The air around them grew noticeably thick. The cold-faced woman let out an inhuman shriek as the King of Slaughter began sucking the beautiful maid's blood.

Suddenly, the pure killing intent around the King of Slaughter surged. His eyes gradually cleared, and he turned and hurried toward the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The "King of Slaughter" knew he could not hold on much longer. He needed help.

Now that a new God of Slaughter was about to emerge, he still had a chance to survive—if that outstanding young man could pass through Hell Road. But... he had been tainted. Inheriting the divine position was no longer possible.

At the thought, the King of Slaughter gave a bitter smile. Still, seeing her again would be more than enough.

In a corner, the maid who had been lucky enough to survive wept with joy, her shapely body trembling violently.

Slash.

Jiang Mingyang's final stroke marked his hundredth consecutive victory, and the atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena instantly soared.

Suddenly, a tall man in a red cloak arrived, radiating terrifying killing intent. His deep, steady voice rang throughout Slaughter City: "Congratulations, young Tricky Sword King. You have become a new God of Slaughter."

The instant that voice sounded, the killing intent Jiang Mingyang had released rushed back into him, forced inside by the King of Slaughter's killing intent.

Jiang Mingyang's expression changed at once. In the past year and a half, more than a thousand fallen souls had died by his hand.

Every time he killed someone, he felt his killing intent grow stronger.

Although that killing intent had been steadily influencing his will, Jiang Mingyang had to admit that what he had gained in Slaughter City was immensely useful. It could greatly enhance his combat strength.

Jiang Mingyang knew from the original story that the King of Slaughter's killing intent was terrifying. But seeing it for himself, he felt the story had hardly done it justice.

The King of Slaughter had actually forced Jiang Mingyang's killing intent back into his body. Power on that level...

If the King of Slaughter attacked him on Hell Road, Jiang Mingyang feared there would be no point in fighting.

But... he had come this far...

At the sight of the King of Slaughter, the atmosphere in the Hell Slaughter Arena reached its peak. Every spectator flushed with excitement.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter..."

The fallen souls shouted until their throats were hoarse, yet showed no sign of stopping. This was the King of Slaughter!

Most of them had not seen him in years. As the ruler of Slaughter City, he inspired a fervor in the fallen souls that outsiders could not understand.

Jiang Mingyang thought for a moment, then bowed slightly without speaking.

Seeing this, the King of Slaughter said slowly, "Congratulations, young God of Slaughter. I hope you pass through Hell Road and become the ninth God of Slaughter in Slaughter City's history... a true God of Slaughter!"

Jiang Mingyang froze, then suddenly realized something. Joy surged through him.

He began to study the King of Slaughter closely. The King of Slaughter gave him a gentle smile and a slow nod.

Then the King of Slaughter turned to leave. At the same time, his grave voice reached Jiang Mingyang's ears: "Give it your all. If you succeed, do me a favor, and I'll give you an opportunity!"

Jiang Mingyang's eyes narrowed. So that was it... Tang Chen must still be fighting the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King for control of his body.

According to the original story, Tang Chen should have been at a severe disadvantage. But Jiang Mingyang was glad enough that he still had a will of his own...

Once, a god walked the earth, and the Heaven Dou Grand Ancestor encountered him.

The Heaven Dou Grand Ancestor carried the god ten thousand steps in a carriage, and the god said, "From this day forth, the Heaven Dou Empire shall endure for ten thousand years."

Once, a god walked the earth, and the Star Luo Empire's Grand Ancestor encountered him.

The Star Luo Empire's Grand Ancestor carried the god ten thousand steps in a carriage, and the god said, "From this day forth, the Star Luo Empire shall endure for ten thousand years."

Once, a god walked the earth, and the Grand Ancestor of our dynasty encountered him.

The Grand Ancestor carried the god ten thousand steps upon his back, and the god said, "Your dynasty shall endure for ten thousand generations. Such is Heaven's will."