"Looks like you gained quite a bit from that closed-door cultivation. Are you planning to take on your final match now?" Ye Xuan asked once she composed herself. She had waited for this moment with both anticipation and anxiety.
"Yes. Go ahead and register me. And prepare some food while you're at it," Li Chang'an nodded calmly. After all this time in the City of Slaughter, it was finally time to leave. Besides… there were still fields out there waiting for him to plow.
Ye Xuan opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. In the end, she still didn't say what was on her mind—but Li Chang'an noticed immediately.
After so many days together, Li Chang'an knew her well. He gave her a firm slap on the ass, and Ye Xuan instantly understood the signal—it was time to be honest.
"What is it?" he asked as he pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her back.
"I… I might not be able to leave with you," Ye Xuan said softly, burying her face in his chest.
"Why not?" Li Chang'an's hand paused, then gripped her tighter.
"Because… the head overseer found out about us. She said I can't leave. If I try, she'll make sure you're trapped in the City of Slaughter forever…"
As she spoke, Ye Xuan's tears soaked through his robes. No matter how powerful Li Chang'an was, no matter how lofty his background, the King of Slaughter was the supreme being within these walls. No one could sneak someone out under his watchful eyes.
And the last thing Ye Xuan wanted… was to become a burden to Li Chang'an.
"It's fine. When the time comes, just possess me. I'll take care of the rest. You need to believe in your man," Li Chang'an replied with a grin, his grip tightening again, making Ye Xuan squirm slightly and instinctively squeeze her legs together.
No matter how powerful the King of Slaughter was, Li Chang'an was still the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. If push came to shove, he'd summon Gu Yuena and go full send.
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Half a Day Later – Hell Arena
BOOM!
The final opponent collapsed under Li Chang'an's palm. Even he couldn't help but raise both arms in triumph, fully unleashing the terrifying aura of bloodlust he'd kept restrained for so long.
One hundred matches. He'd finally done it.
His killing intent condensed into a visible vortex, swirling high above the massive arena. The blood-soaked silence that fell over the crowd of spectators was chilling. No one dared make a sound under the pressure of his bloodthirst.
The name "Gentle Deathgod" alone struck fear into people's hearts. But now, standing amidst an almost tangible sea of murderous intent, the myth had become a terrifying reality.
Countless points flooded into the system like a tidal wave. Over the past month, Li Chang'an had accumulated more than two million points.
Killing intent didn't necessarily equate to power—but in this place, no one wanted to face Li Chang'an ever again.
What no one noticed, however, was that the Gentle Deathgod's shadow looked… different.
Ye Xuan had already possessed him before the match began.
"Congratulations, young Deathgod."
A sharp, cold voice echoed from all directions. At that moment, the overwhelming bloodlust Li Chang'an had released suddenly reversed—violently pouring back into his body. His face went pale in an instant.
The atmosphere in the Hell Arena exploded with tension.
From above, a blood-red figure slowly descended from the sky.
"Slaughter King! Slaughter King! Slaughter King!"
The cheers of the Fallen shook the arena. Their voices were hoarse, but none of them stopped screaming.
Li Chang'an's heart tightened. He looked up at the crimson figure descending from the sky—a tall man completely wrapped in a flowing, blood-red cloak.
A pale face. Eyes entirely red. His body floated downward, as if gravity had no effect on him.
'This must be Tang Chen—a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, great-grandfather of Tang San, the one who failed the Asura God's trial and lost himself in madness.'
The Slaughter King stopped five meters above the ground, hovering mid-air as he looked down at Li Chang'an. Then, he turned his gaze to the crowd.
"I'm pleased to witness the birth of a new champion today. A century of consecutive victories—something we haven't seen in decades—has been achieved by this young man. With his strength and overwhelming killing aura, he has made all of you tremble, hasn't he, my people?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The Slaughter King possessed a magnetic, almost supernatural charisma. Just standing before him drove the Fallen into a frenzy of fanatical worship.
The Slaughter King lowered his head again to look directly at Li Chang'an.
"Gentle Deathgod, you've rekindled my passion for slaughter. One hundred victories—well done."
"To honor your achievement, I've decided to bypass tradition and bestow upon you the title of Deathgod. From now on, you may freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter, and you will be officially recognized as a guest elder beneath me."
Skip the Road to Hell?
As soon as Li Chang'an heard this, he understood—this was an attempt to prevent him from entering the Road to Hell.
Normally, only those who passed the Road to Hell would obtain both the title of Deathgod and the Slaughter Domain. But today, the Slaughter King was handing him the title directly—clearly to stop him from gaining the domain.
But his mission required the domain. And Li Chang'an already had one domain; he knew how powerful they were. He absolutely wasn't going to miss this chance.
"Thank you for the generous offer, Your Majesty," Li Chang'an replied with a respectful bow. "But I would prefer not to break tradition. I respectfully request permission to walk the Road to Hell."
His gaze remained steady and firm—completely fearless.
The Slaughter King's expression hardened.
"You don't know how terrifying the Road to Hell truly is. Deathgod… I hope you understand—life only comes once."
The weight of the world seemed to descend from all sides.
A divine pressure filled the arena—the will of a Limit Douluo. It was like standing beneath a collapsing sky.
But Li Chang'an only let out a cold chuckle.
"Great Slaughter King… talking to me about the value of life? Isn't that a bit ridiculous? This is the world of slaughter, after all."
As he spoke, the Pangu Axe materialized in his hand.
A mighty and ancient force radiated from it—so profound that even the divine pressure seemed to waver beneath it.
"Very well, then. I can only wish you luck."
The Slaughter King withdrew his pressure, his voice now clearly colder, tinged with sarcasm. The Road to Hell wasn't as easy as it sounded.
Still… that weapon's presence—it made even him hesitate.
If it weren't necessary, he truly didn't want to fight Li Chang'an.
"Thank you. Until we meet again." Li Chang'an gave a satisfied nod.
For now, this was a victory of aura over power—in truth, if they had fought, Tang Chen could've probably slapped him to death. Fortunately, the Slaughter King had backed down first.
As for "until we meet again," that wasn't just polite talk.
Li Chang'an would return to the City of Slaughter someday.
This place needed supervision—control. And he couldn't let the plot play out like it originally had in the divine realm, where Tang San would eventually destroy this place.
The Douluo Continent… needs a City of Slaughter.
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