Slaughter God (Four)

In the dimly lit void hall, a scene of Hell Slaughter Arena was being projected onto a water screen.

The audience at the Hell Slaughter Arena couldn't see what was happening in the black mist, but here, the water curtain revealed it all clearly.

The seven people in the black mist kept searching for a way to leave, but the black mist, which was only one-tenth the size of the arena, seemed to be boundless and endless. No matter how hard they searched, they could not escape the control of the black mist.

"Interesting, this black Soul Power is not simple!"

The figure half-reclining on the stone chair suddenly opened his eyes, his voice echoing in the void. It was impossible to discern any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, but it inexplicably gave off a feeling of unease.

"Does the King mean that the black mist is the Soul Power of 8406?"

A graceful figure suddenly appeared beside the stone chair and asked with a surprised expression.

"A very special kind of Soul Power, it must be related to his Martial Soul! But what exactly is so special about his Martial Soul!"

The King of Slaughter frowned slightly. Clearly, even he himself hadn't discerned anything special about Wang Feng's Martial Soul, or rather, what was so special about Wang Feng's Third Martial Soul.

"He was facing attendants personally trained by the king. Even with his special Martial Soul, killing three people was already his limit."

Don't underestimate him!

"What... is this?!"

The woman hesitated for a moment, but when her gaze fell upon the water curtain, she suddenly cried out in surprise.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Feng had killed another person.

In the following moment, the woman stared wide-eyed at the water curtain in utter shock.

Wang Feng moved with incredible agility within the black mist, as if he had merged with it, moving like a Gui Mei and relentlessly reaping the lives within.

Soon, only two of the original seven remained.

"Damn it, if you've got the guts, don't hide!"

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, the two remaining figures in the black mist roared in fury.

Wang Feng sneered and then withdrew his Soul Power.

The three figures finally reappeared in everyone's sight.

"What!"

"What happened! How come there are only three people left?"

"My God! What on earth happened? How did 8406 manage to do that? What is that black mist?!"

In the stands, the crowd gasped in surprise, completely unaware of what had happened and unable to comprehend it.

One against seven, Wang Feng killed five, leaving only two alive.

Such a record wouldn't have been anything special for Wang Feng in the past, but today, in this final match, Wang Feng faced nine opponents. No one could say for sure how strong they were, but everyone was smart enough to sense their power.

But in that short time, when the black mist dissipated again, only the last two people remained.

Such terrifying abilities forced everyone to re-evaluate Wang Feng.

Is a new Slaughter God about to emerge?

At this moment, many people have this question in their minds.

The two who had left the black mist were now exhausted, staring at Wang Feng with a sense of unease in their hearts.

Two against one, if it were the beginning, they were confident they could completely crush Wang Feng.

But now, they were starting to have second thoughts. Were they really a match for Wang Feng? Even if Wang Feng hadn't used the black mist earlier, could they ultimately kill Wang Feng?

Looking back now, they seem to have underestimated Wang Feng.

"Let's get started!"

Wang Feng made his move. It was the final match, and he couldn't wait to earn the title of Slaughter God and then challenge the Hell Road.

Although the two men had begun to fear Wang Feng, they naturally wouldn't stand idly by and let Wang Feng kill them.

The two joined forces to block Wang Feng's attack, and then attacked Wang Feng from both sides.

But Wang Feng moved faster than them. The moment they made their move, Wang Feng had already flashed close to one of them, unleashing both fists simultaneously, severely injuring him.

The other person reacted immediately, but his companion had already lost the ability to fight.

Faced with Wang Feng's decisive and terrifying attacks, he was defeated in just three rounds.

When Wang Feng was the only one left alive, the entire arena fell silent.

"Congratulations to 8406 for achieving a 100-win streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena! You will be bestowed the title of Slaughter God by the King of Slaughter himself!"

"What!"

The figure in mid-air uttered only a simple sentence, yet it caused a huge uproar.

"Bestowed by the King of Slaughter himself? Just who is this guy to receive such treatment?"

"Don't you know? Every time a Slaughter God is born, the King of Slaughter comes in person."

The audience was buzzing with discussion when suddenly, crimson Soul Power appeared in mid-air. Everyone held their breath and dared not speak.

The Soul Power instantly condensed into a terrifying figure; its mere aura was enough to inspire fear and make people want to crawl on their knees.

Wang Feng stood directly beneath the enormous figure, enduring terrifying pressure, yet he remained completely still, seemingly unaffected.

The King of Slaughter's eyes, like candlelight in the night, were fixed on Wang Feng, and Wang Feng was equally fixed on the King of Slaughter.

After a long while, the King of Slaughter withdrew his gaze and uttered two words, "Very good."

With King of Slaughter hand, the arena beneath Wang Feng's feet underwent a tremendous change. An incomparably powerful aura instantly locked onto Wang Feng and surged into Wang Feng body.

Wang Feng instinctively resisted, but even with his Third Martial Soul, he still couldn't stop the terrifying aura from entering his body.

He didn't know what it was, and he had no ability to resist, which made Wang Feng somewhat worried.

However, Wang Feng soon discovered that this aura did not have much effect on him after entering his body. Instead, it gradually brought him into a very mysterious state, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the King of Slaughter had already vanished.

Wang Feng was overjoyed, for he finally knew what had entered his body earlier.

So that was the reward for obtaining the title of Slaughter God: the Divine Slaughter's Domain.

Wang Feng wanted to try out the Divine Slaughter's Domain immediately, but unfortunately, even though he had obtained the title of Slaughter God, he still couldn't unleash any Soul Skill here, including domain skills.

"8406, congratulations on obtaining the title of Slaughter God, and you have also qualified for the Hell Road."

"The Hell Road is finally over!"

Wang Feng suddenly raised his head, looked at the figure in mid-air, and asked, "How do I enter the Hell Road?"

"Don't rush. Before entering the Hell Road, the King of Slaughter wants to see you."

"The King of Slaughter wants to see me!"

Wang Feng was startled. Although he was full of curiosity about the King of Slaughter, to be honest, Wang Feng felt powerless when the King of Slaughter appeared earlier.

He was still somewhat worried about such a terrifying and powerful being.

If the King of Slaughter were to take a dislike to him, he would have absolutely no chance of resisting!

Even with Third Martial Soul, one would likely be utterly helpless against the King of Slaughter, who was capable of establishing such a realm.

But even if the King of Slaughter wanted to see him, it seemed he really had no way to refuse.

Helpless, Wang Feng could only nod and let the man lead him away.