The air was thick with a nauseating, pungent smell of blood and decay, almost solidified in its tangible form.
The surrounding area is filled with jagged rocks and twisted, eerie structures that appear to be made of bones and flesh.
In the distance, the enormous black city resembled a crouching behemoth, exuding a despairing sense of oppression.
This is the outskirts of the Slaughter City.
Almost the instant they appeared, countless rustling sounds and greedy panting echoed from the shadows, and countless pairs of eyes filled with malice and hunger lit up in the darkness.
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, unleashing the terrifying pressure of Peerless Douluo without reservation!
boom!
A tangible impact spread out from her center, and those lurking in the shadows hurriedly fled. In just an instant, all the malice and voyeurism around her were wiped away, leaving only a deathly silence and an even stronger stench of blood.
" King of Slaughter!" Bibi Dong's voice resounded throughout the entire Slaughter City.
"I have arrived in person, why don't you show yourself?!"
The sound was like Startling Thunder, rolling and echoing under the dark red sky.
The entire Slaughter City seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next moment, deep within the massive black city ahead, an even more terrifying and violent will, seemingly gathering all the negative emotions and bloodlust in the world, suddenly awakened!
Blood mist gathered wildly, forming a huge vortex in the sky. Following closely behind, a tall, indistinct figure slowly materialized, clad in dark red armor and wearing a blood-red crown.
Their crimson gazes, like two blood moons, pierced through the void and locked onto Bibi Dong and the other two.
A terrifying pressure descended like a tsunami.
Hu Liena let out a muffled groan, her body swaying precariously, her face ashen white.
Xuan Ming took a step forward, and an invisible chill spread out, quietly dissolving most of the pressure directed at Hu Liena.
The King of Slaughter descended slowly from the sky, followed closely by a team of hundreds of law enforcement officers clad in black armor.
He stared at Bibi Dong, then suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
"Was this a gift personally delivered by the God of Slaughter? How rare!"
Bibi Dong coldly said, " King of Slaughter, those two will be entering the Slaughter City for training. You must not do anything to harm them. Otherwise..."
Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened, and her aura suddenly erupted, pressing down on the King of Slaughter with immense pressure. "You know what's going to happen!"
The smile on the King of Slaughter's face froze.
He felt that pure killing intent, a power that even he trembled at.
How many years has it been? How did this woman become so strong?
"I know the rules." The King of Slaughter spread his hands, but his tone turned grim.
"I can promise you I won't attack them first. But the rules of the Slaughter City cannot be broken. If they die at the hands of others inside, it has nothing to do with me."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, "Of course. As long as you don't interfere, they will handle everything with their own strength. But if I find out you're secretly causing trouble, you know the consequences!"
After saying that, Bibi Dong turned to Xuan Ming and said, "I'm not worried about your strength, but you still need to be careful and not act recklessly."
"Hmm." Xuan Ming nodded.
Bibi Dong looked at Hu Liena, " Nana, remember what I said."
"You'll have to walk the rest of the way yourselves. Get out of here alive."
After she finished speaking, her figure became blurry, and the next moment she disappeared from the spot as if she had never existed.
The terrifying pressure dissipated as well.
"You have violated the rules for entering the Slaughter City." The King of Slaughter beckoned, and two black-armored knights slowly stepped forward.
"As per custom, this is your greeting gift."
Xuan Ming's eyes narrowed, a flash of blood-red light appeared, and the Blood Spear appeared in his hand. The next instant, he flicked his wrist slightly, and the Blood Spear turned into a dark red afterimage, tearing through the viscous air and accurately piercing the head of the black-armored knight at the front!
The spearhead pierced through the skull, drawing out a spray of thick, black blood. The knight didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight backward, his heavy armor slamming onto the ground with a dull thud.
The other knight froze, his weapon hanging in mid-air.
Xuan Ming flicked his wrist, and the Blood Spear flew back with a hum, only to be firmly grasped by him.
The black blood dripping from the spear tip spread a deeper stain on the dark red ground.
He raised his eyes, his icy blue pupils devoid of any emotion, calmly gazing at the King of Slaughter.
"Is that enough? Or... should I kill them all?"
The King of Slaughter's crimson pupils contracted slightly, and the surrounding blood mist seemed to freeze for a moment.
He stared at the eerie Blood Spear in Xuan Ming's hand, which was still buzzing and devouring the remaining Life, and then looked at the corpse on the ground that was rapidly withering away.
Suddenly, he let out a low, hoarse laugh.
"Interesting... really interesting!"
The King of Slaughter licked his lips, a glint of extreme greed and excitement flashing in his crimson eyes.
"This gift seems to be even more delicious than I imagined."
He waved his hand, signaling the frozen knight to step back.
"Rules are made for the weak." The King of Slaughter's voice carried a twisted pleasure. "You're very good... I look forward to your performance on the killing field."
His gaze finally swept over Xuan Ming and Hu Liena, whose face was pale but who was trying to remain calm, before his figure slowly merged into the surging blood mist.
Hu Liena took a deep breath, suppressing the churning in her stomach, and whispered, "Where... where do we go now?"
Xuan Ming flicked away the remaining blood from the spear tip and cast his gaze toward the distant, black city that resembled a colossal beast lying prone.
"Go into town."
Chapter 295 Hell Slaughter Arena- Pluto
A year is but a fleeting moment in the eternally clamorous, blood-soaked furnace of the Slaughter City.
The inner city, Hell Slaughter Arena.
The stands were still filled with madmen, screaming and driven Fallen by the bloodshed and slaughter.
In the center of the arena, a ten-person brawl had just ended. The victor, dragging his battered body, staggered away amidst deafening cheers and curses.
The host, a pale-faced, shrill-voiced middle-aged man, floated in mid-air, trying to stir up the atmosphere. "Next round! We need ten brave warriors! Let's please the King of Slaughter with blood and death! Those who sign up will receive..."
His voice abruptly stopped.
Because when he habitually looked towards the registration area, it was completely empty.
The passageway, which should have been crowded with desperados, was now only filled with cold stone walls.
The noise in the stands also subsided strangely, and countless eyes unconsciously glanced towards a corner of the audience.
There, a figure sat quietly.
She was still wearing that simple black robe, with her long, flowing silver-white hair.
The pair of ferocious Black Dragon behind him seemed even more solid, their icy dragon eyes sweeping across the entire scene, making everyone who met their gaze feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
He didn't hold the fearsome Blood Spear in his hand; it was simply resting casually on his lap, his fingertips tapping it lightly.
[ Pluto ]
Hell Slaughter Arena, 50-game winning streak.
This number isn't unprecedented in the history of the Slaughter City, but the way it was achieved is enough to chill anyone who hears of it.
His matches couldn't be called battles; they were massacres!
There was no skill involved; often, it was just a flash of blood, and no one even saw how he moved before his opponent was reduced to a skeleton, his Life devoured by that eerie Blood Spear.
The speed was so fast it was despair-inducing, and the cruelty so intense it made even the most bloodthirsty Fallen feel physically uncomfortable.
In the first few months, some reckless outlaws or powerful individuals secretly encouraged by the King of Slaughter attempted to challenge it, but without exception, they all became nourishment for the Blood Spear.
Until about three months ago, the situation changed.
No one dared to sign up to compete against Xuan Ming anymore.
The Hell Slaughter Arena requires a minimum of ten players to activate.
When no one is willing to be one of the other nine, the winning streak is forced to stop.
The rules of the Slaughter City have been challenged for the first time – the Hell Slaughter Arena can no longer force players to participate.
A match cannot be held if everyone refuses to fight against a particular person.
Thus, a strange phenomenon occurred in this city of sin: Pluto, the candidate for the God of Slaughter who had achieved a fifty-game winning streak, found himself in the awkward situation of having no matches to play because no one dared to oppose him.
But he was clearly not idle.
In the past two months, the atmosphere in the inner and outer cities of the Slaughter City the jungle, has become even more bizarre and terrifying.
Xuan Ming's figure is like Nightmare, often appearing on dirty streets, in dark alleys, and even outside the "safe houses" of some Fallen.
He wasn't actively engaging in mass slaughter; it was more like he was... searching.
Search for those lucky ones who are "right".
Nobody knows what his standards are.
Sometimes, he would let a seemingly vicious thug go.
Sometimes, however, they might suddenly attack someone who's huddled in a corner and seems harmless.
His reason was shockingly simple. "Your murderous aura... doesn't feel right."
Or to put it more bluntly. "I don't like the look of you."
The real reason, perhaps, is something only he himself knows.
He was forging something through constant killing—perhaps a murderous aura, perhaps the increasingly eerie Blood Spear, or perhaps his own unfathomable power.
This completely unpredictable and illogical "random" killing inflicted psychological torment on all survivors far exceeding that of Hell Slaughter Arena.
Everyone lives in fear, not knowing if that nemesis will appear in front of them at any moment.
The host, his forehead beaded with cold sweat and his voice hoarse, repeated himself, even raising the prize—an extra ten cups of precious " Yellow Springs Dew."
However, only deathly silence answered him.
Xuan Ming was sitting in the corner, seemed to be used to this scene. He slowly stood up.
In an instant, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena seemed to be Ice Seal, all noise completely disappeared, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed to the extreme.
Countless eyes followed his figure in fear, lest that killing god might, at the slightest displeasure, clear the area out.
Xuan Ming didn't look at anyone and walked straight towards the exit.
Wherever it passed, the crowd parted like a tide, leaving behind a wide, deathly silent passage.
He didn't care whether the winning streak continued.
For him, the Hell Slaughter Arena was merely a place to acquire the necessary "qualifications," not the goal itself.
Since there was no more "nourishment" here, he naturally had to look for it elsewhere.
The Slaughter City, Between the Thrones.
The King of Slaughter's crimson eyes peered through the endless blood mist at the scene reflected in the crystal ball— Xuan Ming slowly walked out of the Hell Slaughter Arena, his figure blending into the chaotic and filthy streets of the outer city.
He slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne, and the solid, unidentified bone material instantly cracked.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
The furious roar caused the blood mist in the entire hall to churn.
The black-armored knights standing below fell silent, bowing their heads deeply.
"Three whole months! Not a single match for him! When did my City of Slaughter City become a land of charity?!" The King of Slaughter's rage was almost tangible. "Those scum would rather die than step onto the field?!"
A knight commander stepped forward with a stiff upper lip. "Your Majesty... it's not that you're afraid to go on stage, it's that no one... dares to go on stage with you. We've tried to arrange things secretly, but... those arranged either die unexpectedly beforehand or disappear completely. And..."
The knight commander's voice carried a hint of fear. "He... he seems to know we sent him. Last time, the person we sent to manipulate public opinion was found hanging at the inner city gate the next day, drained of his life force..."