The King of Slaughter stood amidst the blood mist on the high platform, arms outstretched, frantically absorbing the energy formed from countless Life and madness, letting out a satisfying yet cruel roar.
To him, the lives of these Fallen were as worthless as weeds, their only value being to serve as "fuel" to send Xuan Ming away and to replenish the consumption of the Slaughter City!
Xuan Ming and Hu Liena stood in the center of the arena, coldly watching this human tragedy, their faces devoid of any emotion.
Having spent nearly three years in the Slaughter City, they had long been accustomed to all kinds of cruelty and madness. Although the scene before them was extreme, it could not move them.
The dangers of Hell Road far exceed what outsiders can imagine; the scorching air currents, narrow passages, and deadly traps are enough to cause even the strongest to perish.
However, for Xuan Ming and Hu Liena, these obstacles seemed to be nothing at all.
Holding the dark Blood Spear that had devoured countless Life, any demons or traps that rushed at him were often crushed by the ferocious aura emanating from the Blood Spear before they even got close, or turned into ashes by a casual flick of Xuan Ming 'Xuan Ming wrist.
His power, so out of place on this path that tests killing and willpower, is overwhelmingly strong, almost an absolute crushing force.
The shattered remains of the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King had long since sunk into the Rock River, while the primordial beast that had dominated this place for countless years— the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent —was now a cold corpse.
The enormous body collapsed beside the narrow path, its ferocious head completely annihilated by the extreme power of ice and fire, leaving only a fist-sized inner core radiating a blazing red light and immense energy, which Xuan Ming took into his hand.
Hu Liena stood to the side, slightly out of breath. Although she hadn't directly faced the main force of the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent in the battle just now, assisting in resisting its poisonous flames and sonic attacks had still taken a toll on her.
Further ahead, a sea of blood appeared, and the light of the exit was faintly visible in the distance, carrying an air of freedom.
Xuan Ming stopped in his tracks.
His gaze fell upon the depths of the rushing river of lava and blood below, the source of endless Evil and energy, the core of power accumulated by the Slaughter City millennia.
He raised his hand, and the dark red Blood Spear silently appeared.
Compared to six months ago, it is more solemn, the dragon scale patterns on the spear seem to writhe slowly as if they were alive, and the dark red tip of the spear is so deep that it can devour the soul.
It no longer emitted a thirsty buzzing sound, but rather a kind of... satiated languor, and a faint sense of dissatisfaction.
It's like being just one last bite away from complete perfection, but then it gets stuck there.
After six months of continuous slaughter, it had been fed a massive amount of Life energy, yet it still couldn't take that final half-step.
Xuan Ming's icy blue eyes gazed down at the vast, viscous, crimson energy source below, a source imbued with millennia of slaughter and desire.
Quantitative change... leads to qualitative change.
The core blood pool of the Slaughter City is an energy aggregate that gathers the Soul Power and Life of countless Fallen, as well as the residual evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God and the Rakshasa God Asura God. Its size and purity are far beyond what a single Life form can compare to.
That final deficiency seems to require an enormous amount of energy, a kind of qualitative change.
Is this vast, boundless pool of blood energy, accumulated over a thousand years, enough?
Once this thought was formed, Xuan Ming had no further hesitation.
With a flick of his arm, the Blood Spear transformed into a dark red streak of light, breaking free from his control. Like a weary bird returning to its nest, or a shark smelling blood, it shot straight towards the lava river below, precisely piercing the very core of the boiling, churning crimson energy!
" Xuan Ming?" Hu Liena exclaimed in surprise, not understanding why he would invest such an important Martial Soul into that dangerous source of filth.
Xuan Ming did not answer, but simply watched quietly.
The moment the Blood Spear plunged into the blood pool--
The entire Hell Road, no, the entire underground core of the Slaughter City, seemed to tremble violently!
The viscous pool of blood, which had been slowly churning, suddenly boiled!
Like boiling oil, or like ice water being thrown into a red-hot iron, it made a deafening sizzling sound!
Endless crimson energy, carrying millennia of accumulated killing intent, desperate roars, and twisted desires, surged wildly toward the seemingly inconspicuous Blood Spear, as if it had found an outlet!
The Blood Spear instantly glowed with an unprecedentedly dazzling crimson light, and the deep dragon scale patterns seemed to come alive, greedily devouring the surging energy.
The extremely dark red tip of the spear spun wildly, forming a miniature black hole that ruthlessly plundered everything around it!
The blood pool is decreasing and thinning at a visible rate!
Deep within the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter, who was enjoying the tranquility after the Sacrifice, suddenly stood up from his throne, his crimson eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and rage!
"No--!!!"
He sensed that the Slaughter City, the source that sustained this realm and provided him with power, was being frantically drained and plundered by an incomparably tyrannical force!
"Who?! Who's disturbing my blood pool?!"
However, his roar could not reach the Hell Road.
Xuan Ming stood at the edge, coldly watching everything unfold, feeling a long-lost, almost exhilarating tremor emanating from the seemingly non-existent contract in his hand, so closely connected to the Blood Spear.
The Blood Spear was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the energy accumulated over thousands of years.
Its original languid aura vanished, replaced by an extreme greed and excitement!
It trembled, hummed, and emitted a joyful hiss.
The dragon scale patterns on the spear became brighter and clearer, as if they were truly covered by Black Dragon scales, exuding a primordial and ferocious aura.
That last trace of dissatisfaction is being rapidly filled by a vast amount of energy.
Xuan Ming could clearly sense that the Blood Spear was undergoing some kind of fundamental transformation.
It is no longer just a Martial Soul, but is evolving into something more terrifying and autonomous.
When nearly half of the blood pool's energy was drained, the Blood Spear suddenly emitted a sharp, soul-piercing whistle!
Buzz--!!!
A dark red beam of light shot into the sky, instantly breaking through the barriers of the Hell Road and even briefly piercing the crimson sky above the Slaughter City!
Within the pillar of light, the shape of the Blood Spear began to blur, as if it were melting and then reforming.
Finally, all the strange phenomena suddenly subsided.
The blood pool became dim and thin, almost to the bottom.
The Blood Spear hovered silently above the remaining crimson energy, its body jet black and its tip dark red, like a slumbering primordial beast.
It appeared even more ancient than before, its aura completely restrained, yet Xuan Ming's connection with it was clearer and... more powerful than ever before.
It was finally "full".
With a thought, Xuan Ming 'Blood Spear transformed into a streak of light and instantly returned to his hand.
The moment I touched it, a feeling of being connected by blood and having complete control over it arose spontaneously. At the same time, a pure, vast, and powerful energy, far surpassing anything I had ever experienced before, also followed.
However, it still feels like something is missing...
Let's go.
Xuan Ming sheathed the Blood Spear, spoke to Hu Liena who was staring in disbelief, and turned to walk towards the bright exit that represented freedom.
Chapter 300 The Stagnant Rakshasa God Trial
The moment I passed through that white light curtain, it felt as if I had fallen from a scorching, bloody nightmare into an Absolute Zero ice cellar.
An indescribable, pure, and icy killing intent instantly enveloped Xuan Ming and Hu Liena.
It wasn't a physical low temperature, but a chill that acted directly on the depths of the soul, freezing all distracting thoughts and leaving only the most primal killing instinct.
At the same time, an inexplicable, vast, and ancient power surged into their bodies, brutally drawing, compressing, and tempering their already solidified killing intent.
This process is not comfortable; it's more like a spiritual forging.
The immense killing intent was forcibly compressed and purified, ultimately undergoing a qualitative transformation.
Xuan Ming remained absolutely conscious, his icy blue eyes utterly calm, silently sensing the process of his killing intent being guided and compressed by the external force.
The sheer amount of killing intent within him was immense, almost boundless. Even this mysterious power, originating from the very source of the Slaughter City, struggled to compress, resulting in slow progress.
Hu Liena, overwhelmed by the immense impact of the formation of the Divine Slaughter's Domain and the drastic changes in her soul, let out a muffled groan and fell into a brief slumber, her body instinctively accepting the domain's transformation.
I don't know how much time passed; it might have been just a moment, or it might have been a very long time.
When the cold, enveloping feeling suddenly disappeared, the two found themselves in a fresh woodland. Long-awaited sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, and the nauseating smell of blood was no longer in the air.
Hu Liena's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
A sharp white light flashed in the depths of her eyes, and her aura became more restrained, yet also more dangerous, like a peerless demonic blade sheathed.
The Divine Slaughter's Domain has been formed, subtly merging with her own Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox allure, creating a unique and powerful aura.
She subconsciously glanced at Xuan Ming beside her.
Xuan Ming stood still, without any fluctuation of Soul Power around him, nor did he deliberately release his aura.
But just standing there gives people a terrifying sense of oppression, as if they are facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
The air around him seemed more stagnant and cold than elsewhere, and the light shining near him seemed to be swallowed up.
It was an invisible and intangible force field, yet so heavy it was suffocating.
Hu Liena could clearly feel that her Divine Slaughter's Domain instinctively transmitted a faint... tremor and sense of submission when facing Xuan Ming?
It was like a stream encountering a vast sea of blood, or a firefly seeing an endless abyss.
The gap is too big.
The number of Life Xuan Ming had killed was an astronomical figure that she could not even imagine.
The final condensed Divine Slaughter's Domain possessed a foundation and strength far exceeding the ordinary, so profound it seemed almost tangible.
Xuan Ming slowly raised his hand, feeling the dormant yet incredibly powerful new energy within himself, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
He had indeed long since lost count of how many people he had killed.
The killing intent emanating from that Blood Spear, Slaughter City city's essence, had already pushed him to an unprecedented level.
The fresh forest air seemed to still carry a trace of the bloody illusion left over from the Slaughter City.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the deep, unfathomable depths of Xuan Ming's eyes.
He slowly clenched his fist, and the heavy, abyss-like Divine Slaughter's Domain quietly receded, as if it had never existed. However, the faint chirping of insects around him only resounded the moment his domain withdrew, revealing the absolute silence that had just occurred moments before.
The Divine Slaughter's Domain has been formed, and its strength far exceeds expectations. Its near-tangible killing intent is enough to make any Titled Douluo tremble with fear.
However, the expected "attention" did not materialize.
Asura God.
Why is the god who commands slaughter and judgment showing no reaction?
This should absolutely not be the case.
The Slaughter City his testing ground, the Hell Road is his selection path, and the Divine Slaughter's Domain is a symbol of his Divine Power's recognition.
Having drained almost half of the Slaughter City's primordial energy to condense such a large domain, it was both logical and emotionally sufficient to trigger divine will.
Does it mean they don't like it?
No. Xuan Ming immediately Negation the idea.
The sheer amount of energy he devoured, the sheer number of Life he slaughtered, and the terrifying strength of his domain far surpassed any previous god of death, including Tang Chen, who was known as invincible on the ground.
While Tang Chen's ability to reach the Eighth Trial the Asura Trial is undoubtedly a testament to his extraordinary talent, the aptitude and achievements he has demonstrated are no less impressive.
That... is it because of the Dragon Clan aura on my body?
Did the dragon souls of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King, Gu Yuena's closeness, violate the taboos of the Divine Realm regarding Dragon Clan, causing the Asura God to feel disgust or even murderous intent?
But if that's really the case, with the methods of gods, especially God King like the Asura God who controls the rules, even if his true body cannot easily descend to the mortal realm, he should have countless ways to eliminate this hidden danger.
For example -- awakening Tang Chen.
The man trapped in the Slaughter City, his body Parasitism by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, yet his soul still undergoing the Eighth Trial of Asura.
If the Asura God were willing, even a mere wisp of guidance could help Tang Chen break free from the Parasitism and complete the final test. A Demigod Level expert wielding the Asura Demon Sword would be enough to sweep across the continent and utterly annihilate him.
This is the most reasonable way to clean it up.
But no.
There was nothing there.
He remains the King of Slaughter, living in a daze, enjoying a false sense of power.
Tang Chen's soul continues to struggle, with no one to help her.
The Asura God seemed to fall into complete silence, completely ignoring this enormous variable.