"Let the other nine enter!" the announcer called.
Nine burly men leaped down from the stands and landed firmly in the arena.
"Let the slaughter begin!" the announcer shouted.
The crowd erupted again. All nine men had seventy consecutive victories under their belts, and White Rose had already shown signs of exhaustion in her later fights.
They loved watching beautiful women get slaughtered.
The nine moved in perfect coordination, charging straight at Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue neither dodged nor retreated. A faint smile rested on her face. "Times have changed."
Qian Renxue took a large Soul Cannon from her Storage Soul Tool and hoisted it onto her shoulder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Nine cannon blasts rang out in succession, blasting the cheering crowd into utter silence.
Everyone stared blankly into the arena. The nine burly men had been blown apart, their flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
The announcer recovered and cried, "Congratulations to White Rose on her hundredth consecutive victory!"
His shout snapped the spectators out of their stupor!
"What happened? How did she just win?"
"I think I've seen that weapon before."
"What in the world happened?"
"The White God used a similar weapon."
Just then, a dazzling red light shone down from the top of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The spectators instantly fell quiet, then cheered in unison, their eyes feverish. "King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"
The wings on the King of Slaughter's back beat slowly. His blood-red eyes swept over the roaring crowd as he extended a hand and gently pressed down.
The cheering stopped at once.
Cao De lightly leaped down from the stands and landed beside Qian Renxue.
"Black Yama, White Rose, congratulations on your hundred consecutive victories! I shall make an exception and grant you the title of Slaughter God," the King of Slaughter