Hell Slaughter Arena.
In the Hell Slaughter Arena, where groups of ten fought, there were no rules. If you had to say there was one, the only rule was that only one person could survive in the end.
Ghost Face Flame Monarch was a notorious figure.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Whenever Ghost Face Flame Monarch appeared in the Hell Slaughter Arena, the remaining nine people would unite and collectively deal with Ghost Face Flame Monarch first.
Lin Xiao was already used to this process, but when he looked at the nine people opposite him, he still keenly sensed something was wrong. As soon as these nine people entered, they formed a certain formation, clearly targeting Lin Xiao deliberately.
And the aura they exuded was far stronger than the opponents Lin Xiao had encountered before. They were probably vicious individuals who had won thirty or more consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"Ghost Face Flame Monarch, what a display of power!"
The burly man leading the group, holding a meteor hammer, sneered, "You're the only one I've ever seen wear white in Slaughter City. They say you like cleanliness, having slaughtered hundreds of people with your hands, yet your clothes remain unstained by blood."
"Today, I'll test your mettle!"
As if they had rehearsed, the nine people attacked simultaneously the moment the match began. The leading burly man swung his arm, and the meteor hammer, forged from fine iron and covered in barbs, smashed towards Lin Xiao.
A man holding a long spear and two men holding long swords followed closely. There was also a flamboyant woman, her hands fluttering, sending waves of poison mist towards Lin Xiao.
Two cold arrows coated in potent poison shot out, and there was also an assassin lurking in the shadows, holding a short dagger, searching for Lin Xiao's weaknesses and opportunities.
This lineup did not faze Lin Xiao.
The only thing that slightly caught his attention was a man hidden in the middle, who suddenly opened his mouth and emitted an ultrasonic wave similar to a bat's, which was surprisingly a method of mental attack.
An ordinary Soul Master suddenly encountering such an attack would inevitably lose focus for a moment, and in this Hell Slaughter Arena filled with killing intent, a moment was enough to die nine times over.
However, a Golden Crow Reflection suddenly appeared in Lin Xiao's eyes. The man's eyes trembled, he foamed at the mouth, and a blood-colored bat drilled out of his throat, emitting a piercing shriek, and stumbled towards the distance.
But in the next instant.
All nine people present, including the bat, were engulfed in a dark fire, letting out painful screams, and then turned into ashes, their souls all devoured by the Nether Crow.
Rubbing his temples, Lin Xiao felt his brain throbbing.
These nine Fallen Ones were all strong, but attacking them all at once wasn't enough to cause Lin Xiao excessive mental exhaustion. The most crucial factor was that blood-colored bat, which had a strange will attached to it. Lin Xiao dealing with the nine people while also attacking it was what caused the excessive mental drain.
Of course.
The thought on that bat was also annihilated by Lin Xiao.
In the spectator stands, a hint of amazement flashed in Hu Liena's eyes, mixed with a touch of jealousy. She didn't understand where Lin Xiao's strange ability came from.
But he was truly strong enough to make people feel despair; and making enemies despair naturally brought peace of mind to teammates.
For some reason, Hu Liena thought of Lin Xiao. This Ghost Face Flame Monarch and Lin Xiao were truly astonishingly similar, both being the kind of existence that could dominate a match just by standing on the arena stage, making all their opponents tremble with fear.
Who was stronger between the two?
Hu Liena felt that Ghost Face Flame Monarch was probably slightly better.
Lin Xiao came down from the arena stage, and Hu Liena immediately went up to him, only to hear his faint voice.
"Someone made a move. Most likely it's Ma Hongjun."
Hu Liena's face showed surprise. Only after seeing that Lin Xiao's expression hadn't changed throughout did she calm down, asking with a slight worry:
"He actually has the privilege to manipulate the Hell Slaughter Arena?"
"If it doesn't work this time, he'll definitely keep causing trouble next time..."
Lin Xiao said indifferently:
"Just a paper tiger."
He looked thoughtful, recalling the blood-colored bat he had just seen and the strange will attached to it, pondering the connection between Ma Hongjun and the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King in his heart.
Was Ma Hongjun parasitized?
When Lin Xiao faced that blood-colored bat just now, besides a subconscious feeling of disgust, he didn't feel any threat from it. Instead, he felt a killing intent like a natural predator seeing its prey.
Nether Crow, Golden Crow, Phoenix.
No matter which power it was, it seemed to be able to suppress it. And even though the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was a monster that had survived from ancient times, the bloodline in Lin Xiao's body was far nobler than its.
It was truly... a servant meeting its master?
That encounter just now was probably enough to make the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King suffer.
...
Slaughter City, a dark and spacious room, with only the walls being blood-red, serving as a hazy, dim backdrop.
On the Crystal Throne, a tall figure sat, his body thin.
His large but slender hand held a cup of crimson "wine," which he gently swirled before slowly sipping it into his mouth. He parted his pale lips, revealing two fangs, and absorbed the blood.
The Slaughter King was enjoying the beauty of fresh blood.
But in an instant, his body suddenly convulsed, as if struck in the abdomen, his body bending violently like a shrimp, cold sweat pouring down, and his head throbbing with pain.
"Bang."
The Slaughter King fell from the Crystal Throne, hitting the ground heavily. A startling fleshy tumor bulged from his back, opening its mouth and emitting a piercing shriek like a bat.
A thick blood mist rose from the Slaughter King's body.
He pressed a button, and a mechanism under the floor tiles opened, revealing an enormous blood pool.
The air instantly became thick, and a heavy smell of blood filled the entire room.
The Slaughter King pounced forward like a dog seeing excrement, greedily devouring the blood in the blood pool. Only then did the spasms in his body gradually improve, and the splitting headache was relieved.
After absorbing the blood from an entire blood pool, he had returned to normal. However, seeing the nearly dry blood pool, a hint of heartache still flashed in his eyes, and his pale face was filled with gloom.
"Have that beast Ma Hongjun come see me!"
Amidst the Slaughter King's terrifying voice, a woman with a curvaceous figure and black gauze walked out of the shadows. She sweetly replied, "Yes," and then swayed her hips as she walked out.
...
Ma Hongjun also had a splitting headache.
He looked at his chest in disbelief. The blood-colored bats inside were gnawing at his internal organs. After being greatly stimulated, the blood-colored bats were almost frenzied and were no longer gentle towards their host.
Ma Hongjun felt the piercing pain and was almost scared to death.
He quickly swallowed blood frantically.
Only then did he gradually soothe the blood-colored bats in his body.
Just as he was celebrating his narrow escape, before he could even feel lucky, he saw a woman with a curvaceous figure and black gauze walk in and say with disgust:
"Ma Hongjun, the King is calling for you."
When Ma Hongjun and the woman in black gauze met the Slaughter King together, the Slaughter King waved his hand, dismissing the woman in black gauze, and said coldly to Ma Hongjun:
"What is the identity of that Ghost Face Flame Monarch?!"
The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was actually afraid
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