Anyone who comes to the City of Slaughter, struggling on the brink of death every day, will inevitably fall into depravity. Especially men. Because under such immense pressure, everyone needs a way to relieve stress. But Qian Xunji has none. After the battle, he always returns to that room to cultivate, and also helps take care of Manyao. Stepping out of the hut, his only destination is the Hellish Slaughter Arena.
Countless beautiful women want to throw themselves at Qian Xunji, but what they are met with is only Qian Xunji's cold gaze and the chill emanating from his body.
It's not that Qian Xunji doesn't need to vent or resolve his issues; after all, he is a man. It's just that Qian Xunji wants to be with the person he loves, and doesn't want to give his body to the abyss of sin in the City of Slaughter. In addition, Qian Xunji has a phobia of germs.
So, when Qian Xunji wants to vent, he kills more people. After all, these are all heinous criminals, and he wouldn't even bat an eye if they all died.
The City of Slaughter, a dark and spacious room.
There is an exceptionally large chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. The crystals were outlined in the shape of a drum tower. Everything here, except for the chair, was dark red.
"Great King, that traitor from the City of Slaughter and that man are getting closer to a hundred victories. Should we begin to contact them now?" A cold female voice echoed in the darkness.
"Do you think he's a true powerhouse?" the King of Slaughter asked.
"Great King, I think he's very strong. I can sense that he's sealed his soul power, fighting in the regional killing arena solely with his physical strength. Even more terrifying is his comprehension; he's gradually mastered exceptionally sophisticated killing techniques through killing, every strike drawing blood, as if he were born for the City of Slaughter. His killing intent has almost solidified; one can imagine how many people he's killed."
The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment. "Then do you think he can complete a hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"
"Completing a hundred matches is only a matter of time. But the Hell Road, I think... it's hard to say. I feel he's hiding a lot of strength."
"No need to contact them." A tall figure sat down in the chair. In the darkness, his features were obscured, though his slender frame was vaguely discernible.
"That man is from the Spirit Hall. He entered the City of Slaughter merely for training; he has no chance of joining us. He arrived in the City of Slaughter not long ago, and I received a warning from Qian Daoliu of the Spirit Hall. I cannot touch him, or the City of Slaughter will readily find a new master."
"Although our City of Slaughter had an agreement with the Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows when they might break it? If they join forces to cross the Hell Road, and two Gods of Slaughter appear at once, it would likely pose a tremendous threat to our City of Slaughter." A young woman in black veils gradually revealed her shapely figure in the darkness, gazing up at the City of Slaughter with awe.
The King of Slaughter glanced coldly at the girl in black veils. "I've naturally considered this question as well. But what you don't know is the deterrent power of the three remaining peerless Douluo in the world, especially Qian Daoliu, who also controls the powerful Spirit Hall. Our Slaughter City still needs the support of the Spirit Hall. Without the timely food supply from the Spirit Hall, we would have perished long ago. If not, do you think I would allow his existence?" "
Once they pass through Hell Road, the God of Slaughter can return to Slaughter City at any time. All we can do now is to prevent them from reaching a hundred victories, and even more so, from passing through Hell Road, within the rules." The King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes drifted in the air as he downed the Bloody Mary in his cup.
At this moment, a steady footstep suddenly came from where the King of Slaughter's gaze was directed, the sound growing louder as it approached, echoing in the empty room.
"Great King."
The newcomer was a thin middle-aged man, dressed in a loose black robe, who knelt on one knee before the King of Slaughter. His figure was concealed in the darkness, his face obscured, but his blood-red eyes were extremely chilling.
The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice, "Do you know what to do?"
The middle-aged man in black robes slowly raised his head and nodded solemnly.
"King of Slaughter, I will kill them within the limits permitted by the rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena."
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"That man should have at least one soul bone. Kill him, and that's your spoils. And..." The King of Slaughter waved his hand. A thick, dark red liquid flew out from before him, revealing a vast pool of viscous blood in the darkness.
He swallowed the blood, and in the dim light, two fangs were vaguely visible. Then, the ruby ring on his finger flashed, and a dark red bone appeared out of thin air before the black-robed middle-aged man.
More precisely, it was a bone similar to a spine, but connected to other bones—the most precious torso bone among all soul bones, second only to external soul bones. A
dense, overflowing soul power formed a dark red vortex in mid-air, supporting him. The entire bone was like a ruby, the soul power surging within it like melted ruby, crystal clear.
Besides the overflowing soul power, there was also a scorching heat. The moment the soul bone appeared, the surrounding space distorted, and the blood in the blood pool dried up at a visible rate.
The King of Slaughter glanced indifferently at the black-robed middle-aged man who was beaming with ecstasy.
"The soul beast that produced this soul bone went extinct ten thousand years ago. It should be related to the fire dragon clan of the dragon race. Even in the thousand years that the City of Slaughter has existed, there has never been a soul bone of higher quality than that. Your martial soul happens to be fire attribute, so try to absorb it. Of course, there is a risk that you might not be able to withstand the power of this soul bone and explode."
"Yes, Lord King of Slaughter." The black-robed middle-aged man respectfully held the soul bone with both hands, his eyes filled with madness. It seemed like a gamble for him, but in reality, he had no choice. He did not want to disobey the King of Slaughter's orders, nor did he dare to.
Moreover, after so long in the City of Slaughter, his personality had become somewhat twisted. As long as he could become stronger, survive, and become even stronger, he would try anything, no matter the risk.
"Leave that traitor from the City of Slaughter here. I want her to understand that once a member of the City of Slaughter, always a member...hahahaha!" The King of Slaughter's sinister and terrifying voice echoed in the room, sending chills down everyone's spines.
"Blood Butcher, the amount of improvement this soul bone I'm giving you depends on your ability. I only have one request: kill that man for me, and make sure the traces are completely clean. No one can know that I ordered you to do it, understand?" the King of Slaughter said.
Blood Butcher, the middle-aged man in black robes, replied, "Great King, Blood Butcher understands."
"Alright, leave," the King of Slaughter waved his hand.
"Yes, Blood Butcher takes his leave."
Watching the black-robed middle-aged man, whose aura had noticeably strengthened, gradually disappear into the darkness, the girl in black couldn't help but remind the King of Slaughter, "Great King, isn't this price too high?" Before
she finished speaking, two blood-red beams of light shot from the King of Slaughter's eyes, instantly thickening the surrounding air and filling the air with a thick, pungent smell of blood. The girl in black let out a bloodcurdling scream, cowering violently in a corner.
"Are you teaching me how to do things? Don't think that just because I dote on you, you can talk nonsense. The City of Slaughter can no longer tolerate two Gods of Slaughter, but Hell Road is probably nothing to that man. Even if it costs a great price, as long as we can keep him in the City of Slaughter forever, then it's all worth it," said the King of Slaughter.
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