A few days later, the Golden Pupils in Huo Yuhao's eyes shone even brighter, but the crimson color flowing within them grew increasingly intense, as if Blood Sea was churning within them. His killing intent was no longer as violent and rampant as it had been at the beginning, but had gradually become restrained, transforming into a solid and powerful pressure.
He slowly raised his hand, palm facing upwards, and a wisp of dark red aura Entanglement upwards like a snake, gradually condensing into the phantom of a blood-red short blade—killing intent materialized! Although not yet fully stable, it had already taken initial shape.
On the sandy ground of the Hell Slaughter Arena, several corpses lay scattered about, their blood soaking the soil, and the air filled with a nauseating stench.
However, Huo Yuhao merely glanced at it indifferently, his heart unmoved. His emotions seemed to have been frozen by the endless killing, leaving only pure killing intent.
His killing intent had been condensed to the extreme, even forming a faint blood-red mist around his body—a tangible killing intent, Tathagata hell, burning silently.
Just then--
"Congratulations, young and powerful ' Underworld King '." A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions, carrying a chilling pressure. "Your strength is awe-inspiring, your killing intent... is awe-inspiring."
The atmosphere in the entire Hell Slaughter Arena instantly boiled over, with the fallen roaring madly, their voices hoarse yet fanatical.
" King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter!"
The roar almost lifted the dome, those hoarse shouts carrying a morbid worship.
In mid-air, a blood-red figure slowly descended. A huge scarlet cloak billowed without wind, and the King of Slaughter walked through the air, each step creating a blood-red ripple in the air. When he landed on the high platform, the entire killing field instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was as if he was stepping on everyone's hearts, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.
The King of Slaughter's gaze swept across the entire arena, finally settling on a figure on the viewing platform— Hu Liena.
"Please welcome the messenger of ' Underworld King '." The voice of the King of Slaughter echoed throughout the arena, tinged with amusement.
Hu Liena emerged from the shadows, her nine fox tails swaying gently behind her, and slowly walked out to stand beside Huo Yuhao.
Although her title is "Messenger," everyone knows that this beautiful woman has also achieved amazing results in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The King of Slaughter's gaze shifted between the two men before finally settling on Huo Yuhao: "I am delighted to witness the birth of two powerful killers today. It has been decades... no, perhaps centuries since we've seen beings as strong as you. I am very pleased."
His voice suddenly turned serious. "Especially you, ' Underworld King.' I can feel the pure killing intent emanating from you... it even..." The King of Slaughter paused for a rare moment, "... even faintly surpassing me. In terms of the way of slaughter alone, perhaps even I am ashamed of myself."
These words struck like a thunderbolt, freezing the Fallen in their tracks. They stared incredulously at the young figure in the center of the arena—this newcomer, who had only been in the Slaughter City than a year, had actually received such praise from the King of Slaughter?
"Impossible... What is the King of Slaughter saying?"
"That ' Underworld King's' killing intent... is even stronger than a king's?"
"How is this possible?! The King is the ruler of the Slaughter City!"
Whispers spread through the stands, and fear began to fester in everyone's hearts.
The King of Slaughter spread his arms, his scarlet cloak unfurling as if alive. "' Underworld King, your existence is for slaughter. You are now fully a Slaughter God, and I can now bestow upon you the title of Slaughter God. You may freely enter and Slaughter City.' He looked at Hu Liena, 'And of course, your messengers. You are powerful, and you deserve this honor.'"
His voice was deep and seductive, like the whisper of a devil.
"You... are the true strong ones."
Hu Liena's fingertips trembled slightly. She glanced at Huo Yuhao, only to find that the blood-red color in his Golden Pupils had deepened...
Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a slight smile, a blood-red light swirling in his Golden Pupils, and a low laugh echoed in the deathly silence of the killing field. "No, not enough."
He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing the King of Slaughter like a blade, his voice carrying an undeniable chill. His voice was soft, yet it silenced the entire killing field.
" King of Slaughter... are you questioning my power?"
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
The King of Slaughter's crimson pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers under his cloak tightened unconsciously. He had never imagined that anyone would dare to speak to him in such a tone—arrogant, haughty, yet with a chilling confidence!
This reaction sent a chill down the spines of the Fallen Ones in the stands—no one had ever dared to speak to the King of Slaughter in such a tone.
"No, no, no, Your Majesty the King of Underworld King," the King of Slaughter's voice unusually carried a hint of urgency, "How could I question you? You can become a Slaughter City at any time; your strength is beyond question." He opened his arms, trying to ease the atmosphere, "I am merely extending an olive branch to a powerful figure; isn't that a good thing for the Slaughter City?" He opened his arms, his tone softening, yet still carrying the authority of a superior.
Huo Yuhao merely sneered, his right hand slowly stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist, the blade gleaming with a chilling light under the blood-red glow.
"If you're not questioning me..." He took a step forward, his killing intent surging like a tidal wave, "Then let me brave the Hell Road! And kill my way through it a few more times!"
His voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap—
My precious sword is itching for a fight.
Gasps of surprise rose and fell from the stands.
The King of Slaughter's expression finally changed.
"Are you sure, Underworld King?" His voice was low and dangerous. "Human life is only given once... The horrors of the Hell Road are beyond your imagination."
Huo Yuhao's gaze remained unwavering.
"A true strongman can face all dangers," he said slowly, each word striking like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts. "If not... then he doesn't deserve to be called a true strongman!"
Hu Liena stood beside him, her red lips slightly curved, revealing a cold and beautiful smile.
" Underworld King is right." Her voice was as sharp as an ice blade. "We must earn our rewards through our own strength... King of Slaughter, this is the rule of the Slaughter City."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then let out a chilling laugh.
"Rules?" His scarlet cloak billowed even without wind. "I created these rules... and I can change them at any time."
His gaze returned to Huo Yuhao, and his tone unusually carried a hint of admonition.
" Underworld King, are you... really not going to reconsider?"
Huo Yuhao's answer was resolute.
"There's nothing to consider."
His voice, booming like a great bell, echoed throughout the killing field.
"To live, be a hero; to die, be a ghost of valor!"
He suddenly drew his longsword, its blade pointing straight to the sky, his killing intent soaring into the heavens!
"I will pursue strength, even if I die on this path... I will have no regrets!"
His Golden Pupils burned with fierce fighting spirit, and his voice was as powerful as a vow.
"The meaning of life is not to exist, but to burn brightly."
"Only through burning can there be light! Even if it's just a fleeting moment of light... it's enough!"
"Born to fight—until death do us part!"
The King of Slaughter was utterly shocked.
He stared intently at Huo Yuhao, a rare hint of... admiration appearing in his scarlet pupils.
"Good... good!" He finally spoke slowly, his voice low and solemn, "I never expected you to have such awareness... Underworld King, you are indeed no ordinary person!"
He suddenly swung his cloak, and crimson mist surged in the air, slowly opening the entrance to the Hell Road.
"I admire you... I respect you!" The King of Slaughter's voice rarely carried a hint of respect. "Now, you can proceed to the Hell Road... I will no longer stand in your way."
His gaze was fixed intently on Huo Yuhao as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate.
"Your unwavering will... your resolve... is unmatched by anyone else."
"You... are the man truly worthy of the title 'King'!"
P. S.: Born to fight, to the death—the prestige of Underworld King needs no further explanation. Although this is Feng Yao's words, here, a title is necessary, and without referring to oneself as a god, Underworld King is the best title!!!