Time flies, and six months have passed in the blink of an eye.
In the center of the Hell Slaughter Arena, Lin Mo stood amidst a scene of devastation, with nine corpses slowly turning into blood at his feet.
After a moment of silence, the audience erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers.
" Blood Asura! Blood Asura! Blood Asura!"
He won the match, his 100th victory in the Hell Slaughter Arena, which meant he was crowned the Hell Slaughter Arena champion.
The Fallen Ones watching the match began to cheer wildly, and they all looked proud of witnessing the appearance of two 100-win champions.
In the very last match, Hell Messenger achieved her 100th victory.
And now, Blood Asura has accomplished the same feat.
In just over two years, the two achieved a hundred victories, which is extremely rare in the history of the Slaughter City.
Amidst the cheers of these fallen ones, Lin Mo's murderous aura and bloodlust erupted suddenly and undisguisedly, transforming into a vortex that was almost solidified.
A crimson vortex slowly rotated around him, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.
Some of the weaker Fallen Ones turned pale and instinctively backed away.
Lin Mo stood still, his eyes now completely blood red—a deliberate facade he was putting on.
"Congratulations, young Blood Asura."
A deep, sharp voice suddenly rang out.
The killing intent emanating from Lin Mo was instantly suppressed back into his body, but his blood energy continued to protect him.
The atmosphere inside the arena instantly reached its peak, and a blood-red figure descended from the sky.
The figure was shrouded in a large scarlet cloak, and its pale face had a pair of completely blood-red eyes.
He landed slowly in the center of the field, no more than ten meters away from Lin Mo.
" King of Slaughter — King of Slaughter — King of Slaughter!"
The fallen ones around them couldn't help but start shouting again, their voices even more fervent than before.
Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he focused his gaze on the King of Slaughter had descended into the arena.
Although the King of Slaughter had tried to win him over several times, this was the first time he had seen the King of Slaughter in person within the Slaughter City.
The most striking feature of the King of Slaughter was his enormous scarlet cloak.
The main aura emanating from Tang Chen, who was Parasite by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, was the same blood aura as that emanating from Lin Mo.
Seeing that although Lin Mo's killing intent had been suppressed, his blood energy was still radiating outwards, a hint of surprise flashed in the King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes.
He originally thought that with his strength, he would be able to suppress all the aura emanating from Lin Mo.
I never expected these vital energies to be so stubborn.
After observing Lin Mo intently for a moment, he obtained an answer from Lin Mo that satisfied him greatly.
That is to say, Lin Mo is indeed deeply affected by the toxins here, which can be seen from his eyes, which have turned completely blood red.
This is a sign that toxins have accumulated to a considerable degree.
This guy's self-control is truly exceptional; despite being so severely affected by the toxins, he hasn't lost control yet.
The King of Slaughter nodded to himself.
Such talent, if recruited, will undoubtedly become a great asset to the Slaughter City in the future.
But this is only the limit. If Blood Asura insists on entering the Hell Road, then only death awaits him.
The Hell Road will unleash all the killing intent within an intruder. Given Blood Asura's current state, he would inevitably lose control once he entered.
By then, forget about clearing the game; even keeping your corpse intact will be a pipe dream.
Soon, the deep, sharp voice of the King of Slaughter was looking down at Lin Mo from the air, rang out again.
"We hereby summon the Hell Messenger."
The gate on the other side of the Hell Slaughter Arena slowly opened, and a figure walked out from behind it.
Hu Liena was still dressed in that black outfit, but her eyes were now almost red, though her gaze remained clear, and she had not completely lost her mind.
During this period, with the help of the antidote provided by Lin Mo, the toxins in Hu Liena's body were suppressed to a great extent.
However, the high frequency of battles caused some unevenness in the killing intent within her, though it was far from being out of control.
She walked to Lin Mo's side and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Lin Mo nodded in response.
The King of Slaughter's gaze swept over the two of them, finally settling on Lin Mo.
" Blood Asura, Hell Messenger, congratulations on achieving 100 victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena."
" The Slaughter City hasn't seen a player with a hundred wins in decades. You two have made history today."
Cheers erupted again from the stands.
But the King of Slaughter's next words gradually silenced the cheers.
"To show my respect for you, I have decided to Mold Breaker bestow upon you the title of Death God."
"From today onwards, you are free to enter and leave the Slaughter City without any restrictions. Furthermore, I will appoint you as guest retainers of the Slaughter City."
"His status is second only to me, second only to the emperor, and above all others."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
The fallen ones looked at each other, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
A guest elder in the Slaughter City —what an honorable status that is!
Here, the King of Slaughter is the absolute ruler, and becoming his retainer means possessing immense power.
However, both Lin Mo and Hu Liena quickly understood the meaning behind the King of Slaughter's words.
The King of Slaughter still doesn't want them to participate in the Hell Road, and doesn't want to see the two of them obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain.
However, both Lin Mo and Hu Liena came to the Slaughter City primarily to obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain. Having come this far, how could they possibly give up?
Hu Liena spoke first, "Thank you for your kindness King of Slaughter. But we came here to pass the trials of Hell Road and become true Death God."
"Rules are rules, and we don't want to break the millennia-old tradition of the Slaughter City because of the two of us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience erupted in an uproar.
Someone actually dared to refuse the King of Slaughter's invitation to his face?
And such a direct rejection at that?
The King of Slaughter's expression darkened.
His blood-red eyes were fixed on Hu Liena, but he didn't react immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze to Lin Mo.
" Blood Asura, what do you mean?"
A hint of coldness had crept into his tone.
" The Hell Messenger have the support of their elders, but you are different—you don't have Death God backing you up."
Besides, given your current state, even if you did enter the Hell Road, so what? If you dared to enter the Hell Road, you would only face certain death."
"Accepting my invitation now and becoming a part of the Slaughter City is your best choice."
"I can assure you, you can get everything you want here—power, resources, everything you desire, it's all here!"
Although it was called an invitation, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the tone carried more of a threat.
The repeated invitations from the King of Slaughter caused the previously cheering arena to fall into complete silence.
All the fallen held their breath, their eyes fixed on Lin Mo.
They eagerly awaited Lin Mo's decision, wondering if he would follow the example of the Hell Messenger and refuse the King of Slaughter's invitation, publicly refuting the King's accusations.
The face of the King of Slaughter.
Or will he choose to give in?