On the top floor of the Hell Slaughter Arena, in a luxuriously decorated room.
The King of Slaughter sat on his wide, blood-red throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrests, his brow furrowed, his expression extremely grim.
The Slaughter City was his home turf. Although he couldn't restrict the Death God's freedom of movement, he could still sense the Death God's comings and goings.
Just now, he clearly sensed two auras.
A surge of energy emanated from the entrance outside the city; it was the vibration of a newcomer entering.
The other one—that repulsive aura of the Divine Slaughter's Domain —appeared directly within the inner city.
Not long after the Death God from the Spirit Hall left, another Death God from the Clear Sky Sect arrived.
Realizing this, the King of Slaughter frowned.
A graceful woman walked to the throne, gently placed her slender hand on the King of Slaughter's shoulder, and spoke softly.
"Your Majesty, why do you feel sorrow?"
Is it because of the Blood Asura?
"We recently extended an invitation to Blood Asura Blood Asura to become a member of the Slaughter City, but Blood Asura has not yet given a positive response."
Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter shook his head.
"It's not the Blood Asura. The Blood Asura is powerful and extremely suitable for the Slaughter City."
But both his background and his current state indicate that even if he were to obtain a hundred wins and qualify for the Hell Road Hell Road, he would have no chance of surviving it.
The alluring woman blinked, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.
Why is that?
She leaned down, her red lips almost touching the ear of the King of Slaughter.
"Judging solely from strength, Blood Asura is undoubtedly extremely suitable for the Slaughter City. Although he has only just reached the Six Rings cultivation, his physical attributes are exceptionally strong, no less than those of an ordinary Titled Douluo."
"Furthermore, his own Martial Soul ability is quite suitable for the scenario where Soul Ring skills cannot be used in the Slaughter City."
"For Blood Asura, this kind of limitation actually makes him stronger than those of the same cultivation level."
"If even a powerhouse like Blood Asura couldn't clear the Hell Road, then I'm very curious, what kind of geniuses were those eight Death God who were able to clear the Hell Road?"
The King of Slaughter glanced Lengleng at his favored concubine, who had become increasingly disrespectful because of his affection, and his expression turned icy.
But soon, he slowly offered an explanation, as if trying to vent his frustration. "Because Blood Asura's abilities are so perfectly suited to the Slaughter City of Slaughter City, under its influence, he has become much stronger than when he first entered, and at the same time, he has become increasingly prone to losing control."
"In order to quickly improve his strength, Blood Asura absorbed too much blood energy here. The fact that he can still remain conscious is already an amazing testament to his willpower."
But if you step onto the Hell Road— "
The King of Slaughter paused, a hint of mockery in his voice, " The Hell Road will unleash all the killing intent within any intruder."
Given Blood Asura's current state, once he enters, his killing intent will inevitably surge, and he will lose all reason. Under such circumstances, there is absolutely no way he can walk out of Hell Road alive.
"His only way out is to join the Slaughter City after achieving a hundred victories and become one of my subordinates."
The charming woman nodded thoughtfully, then a look of worry appeared on her face.
"But Your Majesty, compared to Blood Asura, what worries me even more is that Death God from the Spirit Hall."
She has already sent a descendant—
"Her purpose in sending her descendants to the Slaughter City was naturally simple: she wanted her successors to pass through the Hell Road, obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain, and become the new Death God— "
The King of Slaughter's face turned completely grim.
After a long silence, the alluring woman cautiously spoke, "Great King, I have an idea."
"We can arrange for them to meet up beforehand. That way, there's nothing to worry about."
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"Given Blood Asura's strength, taking her down would be effortless. All we need to do is arrange for Blood Asura and her to compete in the same match—"
"Shut up!"
A furious shout interrupted her.
The King of Slaughter suddenly stood up, unleashing a terrifying killing intent that caused the temperature in the entire room to plummet.
The beautiful woman turned pale with fright and knelt down with a thud.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Two beams of blood-red light shot out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter and landed on the woman.
The woman let out a piercing scream, her body trembling violently.
"Having traversed the Hell Road, the Death God can return to the Slaughter City at any time. The rule of the Hell Slaughter Arena: Fallen warriors with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same match."
"Furthermore, within their Divine Slaughter's Domain, any Soul Master can regain the use of their Soul Skill."
"Otherwise, why do you think I would compromise with them?"
The woman could no longer speak; she could only shake her head desperately, her eyes filled with pleading.
Before long, the woman's delicate charm vanished completely.
It turned into a pool of blood and merged into the blood pool in the room.
"I just hope that, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be able to last a hundred games, let alone get through the Hell Road."
"Otherwise, if a new Death God emerges, the calamity of the Slaughter City will also befall it."
The King of Slaughter's peace did not last long.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
A black-armored guard knelt on one knee outside the door. "Your Majesty—someone—someone wants to see you."
The King of Slaughter frowned.
"Who?"
He said—his name is Tang Hao.
The King of Slaughter's face instantly turned ashen.
After a moment of silence, he waved his hand.
"Let him in."
"Yes."
The black-armored guards, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly withdrew.
Shortly after, footsteps sounded.
Tang Hao, dressed in simple clothes, slowly walked into the room.
The King of Slaughter sat on his throne, his gaze fixed on Tang Hao, his pupils contracting almost imperceptibly.
Tang Hao was also sizing him up.
The person before me was shrouded in a wide, blood-red robe, with a pale face and completely blood-red eyes.
But for some reason, Tang Hao had a strange sense of familiarity.
He frowned, quickly banishing the unsettling sense of familiarity from his mind.
He simply took it as an illusion created by the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
" King of Slaughter," Tang Hao said.
I've heard so much about you.
The King of Slaughter forced a smile, "What brings the esteemed Clear Sky Douluo here?"
Tang Hao didn't waste any words.
He took a step forward.
boom!
A terrifying surge of Soul Power erupted from his body, and nine Soul Ring appeared one by one.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
The moment the final crimson Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring appeared, the throne beneath the King of Slaughter groaned under the immense weight.
Tang Hao made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a giant hammer engraved with stark white patterns appeared in his hand.
Clear Sky Hammer.
Tang Hao calmly looked at the King of Slaughter, adopting an attitude that said, "I'm not here to discuss things with you, I'm here to inform you!"
The King of Slaughter's expression turned completely ugly.