After dealing with the trouble that was Tang Chen, Lin Qian continued deeper inside.
The change in the King of Slaughter stirred not the slightest ripple. The guards still knelt respectfully, without even raising their heads.
With the new king's arrival, murderous aura was continuously drawn out, turning into white vapor that flowed toward the city's center, gradually gathering and condensing into swirling clouds.
The streets were filled with the screams of the fallen. After years of bloody battles and the corrosion of Yellow Springs Dew, murderous aura had long since become an indispensable part of them. Having it forcibly stripped from their bodies now was taking their lives!
A lethal, bloody sweetness spread through the air, soon filling the entire city. The river of blood surged ceaselessly, also converging toward the city's center.
Sacrifice.
The word sprang into Lin Qian's mind.
Back when he had walked Hell Road, it had been opened through the blood sacrifice of the spectators present. Inheriting the Asura Godhood now required no less. The only difference was that this time, what was required was not human lives, but the foundation of Asura divine power-
Murderous aura.
Yet this was even crueler. Without murderous aura sustaining them, the fallen could not survive here at all. After prolonged wailing, their bodies twisted like braided dough. Not one escaped.
This was also where the Asura God differed from other deities. With so many people serving as nourishment, even if Lin Qian did not pick up the benefits left by his great-grandfather like Tang San in Douluo I and directly bypass the first eight trials, the murderous aura of these fallen would still allow him to skip the sacrifice of the deity's high priest and begin the inheritance of the Asura God Ninth Trial.
They finally reached the