Having completed ninety-nine matches in just one year and four months, Tang Feng believed that this had far exceeded his expectations.
Tang Feng had previously estimated that it would take at least two years if he were alone. However, with his grandfather Tang Lie by his side, the two of them could protect each other and avoid a lot of trouble.
One year and four months, which was a full eight months faster than Tang Feng's initial estimate.
After all, every battle here is a life-or-death struggle, and after each battle, time is needed to recover Soul Power, heal injuries, and be wary of sneak attacks. One person cannot be in two places at once, and even the fastest efficiency has its limits.
But with Grandpa Tang Lie around, everything was different.
The two took turns fighting and protecting each other, forming a perfect closed loop.
The time that should have been wasted on healing, vigilance, and clearing out ambushes was compressed to the extreme. And most of the time was spent suppressing his own murderous intent.
"There's only one match left." Tang Feng on the roof of his residence, the Clear Sky Hammer spinning in his palm. The dark red killing intent Entanglement around the hammer had solidified into a tangible form, like a blood dragon lying in wait.
Ten days later, in the Hell Slaughter Arena, Tang Feng's final battle begins.
Tang Lie had already achieved a hundred victories five days ago, and was now hidden in the darkest part of the audience, his bronze eyes as deep as an abyss. Tang Lie was not worried about Tang Feng, but simply waited quietly, waiting for the final moment when he and his grandson would embark on the Hell Road together.
The vast venue was almost entirely filled with fallen individuals.
Under their numb gazes, Tang Feng and the other nine people walked onto the field at the same time.
The match began, and Tang Feng twisted his body and swung the Clear Sky Hammer; the outcome was as expected.
Although the other nine were also considered strong individuals from the Hell Slaughter Arena, and although they all immediately launched a coordinated attack on Tang Feng.
However, that dark golden warhammer was like Mount Tai, impossible to cross. Severed limbs and blood splattered everywhere.
The battle ended without any suspense.
When the last person's head was struck by the hammer and exploded like a watermelon, a dark Soul Bone fell from an unknown severed limb, rolling into a pool of blood and emitting Youyou black light.
Tang Feng reacted swiftly, his Soul Power sweeping over the Soul Bone and drawing it into his palm. A mental scan revealed a slight smile on his lips—a dark-type Soul Bone, approximately 40,000 years old, with Agility Attack System Right Leg Bone.
Tang Feng scanned it with his spiritual power and could roughly tell that it was a dark Agility Attack System Right Leg Bone from around 40,000 years ago. However, the current situation was not suitable for studying this Soul Bone, so Tang Feng immediately put it away and would study it later.
To actually obtain Soul Bone in the final match was an unexpected surprise for Tang Feng.
Including this one, the grandfather and grandson have now obtained three Soul Bone in the Slaughter City: Tang Feng himself obtained a 30,000-year-old strength-type Left Arm Bone, plus this 40,000-year-old Agility Attack System Right Leg Bone; his grandfather, Tang Lie, was also fortunate enough to obtain a 40,000-year-old strength-type Right Arm Bone.
Before coming to the Slaughter City, Tang Lie had already absorbed the Right Arm Bone and the Left Leg Bone. Now he has absorbed the 30,000-year-old Left Arm Bone that Tang Feng obtained.
Tang Lie suggested that Tang Feng absorb the 40,000-year-old Right Arm Bone, but Tang Feng still felt that the age did not meet his expectations and planned to save it for Brother Jian. He believed that with this Right Arm Bone, Tang Jian's combat power would be greatly enhanced.
At that moment, deafening cheers erupted all around. " Battle Asura! Battle Asura! Battle Asura!"
Facing the gazes of many fallen ones, Tang Feng raised the Clear Sky Hammer high, unleashing its terrifying and bloody killing intent without reservation.
One hundred victories, finally achieved!
"Congratulations, young Battle Asura!" A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions. The killing intent released by Tang Feng was reversed the moment the voice rang out, and was forced back into Tang Feng's body, causing Tang Feng's face to turn pale instantly.
The atmosphere inside the Hell Slaughter Arena instantly reached its peak, because a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.
" King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The shouts made the Fallen Ones hoarse, but they showed no sign of stopping.
Tang Feng felt a chill run down his spine and looked toward the scarlet figure in mid-air.
It was a tall man, completely wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.
With a pale face and completely blood-red eyes, his body slowly descended from the sky. Tang Feng was certain that this King of Slaughter who had fallen from the heavens was definitely a Titled Douluo- level powerhouse.
Hovering five meters above the ground, the King of Slaughter halted his descent, looking down at Tang Feng. His deep yet sharp voice rang out once more, "Summon the Hellfire."
The gate on the other side of the Hell Slaughter Arena opened, and Grandpa Tang Lie slowly walked over.
The King of Slaughter's gaze fell upon the viewing platform of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"I am delighted to witness the birth of two formidable warriors in the killing arena today. Their immense strength and terrifying killing intent have made you tremble, haven't they, my people?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The King of Slaughter seemed to possess a unique charisma that caused all the fallen to develop an almost fanatical worship upon seeing King of Slaughter.
Tang Feng could smell a faint, sweet, and slightly intoxicating scent emanating from the King of Slaughter. Unfortunately, this effect wasn't significant for the grandfather and grandson.
The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Tang Feng and the other man, " Battle Asura, Hellfire. Thank you for letting me feel the presence of passion again."
To recognize your strength, I have decided to exceptionally bestow upon you the title of God of Slaughter. From this day forward, you may freely enter and leave the Slaughter City. Furthermore, you will be appointed as guest retainers of the Slaughter City, subordinate to me. What do you think?
After a moment's thought, Tang Feng understood the King of Slaughter's intention. He probably didn't want the Divine Slaughter's Domain to be reborn. After all, a powerful person who obtained the Divine Slaughter's Domain could use Soul Skill in the Slaughter City, which was a potential threat to the Slaughter City.
However, Tang Feng and his companion's sole purpose in coming here was to obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain, so they immediately shook their heads and refused the King of Slaughter's "kindness." Grandpa Tang Lie then spoke up:
"No need. Great King of Slaughter. The rules of the Slaughter City cannot be broken because of us. I am willing to undergo the trials of the Hell Road to receive your reward. I hope to emerge from here on my own and become a true God of Slaughter."
The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed. "You probably don't know the horrors of the Hell Road. Hellfire, I hope you understand, a person only has one life."
Tang Lie sneered, "Great King of Slaughter, it's laughable that you're talking to me about life. This is a world of slaughter."
A stronger red light flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes, and his gaze turned to Tang Feng. "And you? Are you willing to accept my reward and become a distinguished guest elder of the Slaughter City?"
Tang Feng smiled calmly, "My purpose in coming here is to walk the Hell Road. King of Slaughter, I appreciate your kindness. Please open the entrance to the Hell Road. I am willing to pass this test together with the Hellfire."
"Since that's the case, then you shall walk the Hell Road. I wish you success in passing the test of the Hell Road and becoming the new generation of God of Slaughter." The King of Slaughter's tone turned noticeably colder, even carrying a hint of sarcasm.
Is the Hell Road really that easy to traverse? Even if there are two of you, it's not so simple.
Thick red mist suddenly emanated from the King of Slaughter, and the immense aura almost sent Tang Feng flying backward. He was only able to withstand it because his grandfather grabbed him.
The King of Slaughter did not exude murderous intent, but rather an aura of extreme evil, a chilling cold that could freeze one's very bones.
The evil, cold red ripples slowly spread out, and in the blink of an eye, they had already spread throughout the entire area.
The fallen ones sitting in the audience were all unusually excited, eager to see the Hell Road open. However, they were unaware that their own lives were coming to an end.
Apart from the God of Slaughter and the King of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the opening of the Hell Road, because all those who have seen it are dead. Or rather, they have all become sacrifices for the opening of the Hell Road.