The King of Slaughter stopped descending, floating five meters above the ground, his gaze fixed on the viewing platform of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"I'm pleased to witness the rise of a Slaughter Arena powerhouse today. It's been over a decade since we've seen a hundred consecutive victories, and now, a young man has achieved it. He relied on his formidable strength and terrifying killing intent to win again and again—isn't that right, my people?"
"Yes—! Yes—! Yes—!"
There seemed to be a unique charisma about the King of Slaughter. Every fallen one who saw him would be consumed by a near-frenzied worship.
From him, Yu Tianming could detect a faint, sweet metallic scent—an intoxicating aroma. Unfortunately for the King of Slaughter, it had little effect on Yu Tianming.
The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Yu Tianming. "Undying Demon Dragon, you've achieved one hundred victories. In recognition of your achievement, I've decided to break protocol and bestow upon you the title of 'Slaughter God.' From this day forward, you may freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter, and you will be honored as a guest elder directly beneath me."
Upon hearing this, the fallen ones in the audience burst into cheers once more.
'No need to walk the Path of Hell? What trick is this King of Slaughter playing? Granting the Slaughter God title without the Path of Hell?'
Unlike the mindlessly cheering crowd, Yu Tianming, knowing the true story, instantly understood the King of Slaughter's intent.
The King of Slaughter before him, possessed by Tang Chen, had no intention of letting them gain the Slaughter God Domain.
Yu Tianming spoke up. "No need. Great King of Slaughter, you mustn't break the rules of the City of Slaughter for us. I'm willing to face the trial of the Path of Hell and earn your reward. I want to walk out of here by my own strength, and become a true Slaughter God."
The King of Slaughter's eyes narrowed. "You may not fully understand how terrifying the Path of Hell is. Undying Demon Dragon, I hope you realize—humans only live once. You are not truly undying."
Yu Tianming replied with a calm smile. "My purpose in coming here was to walk the Path of Hell. King of Slaughter, I appreciate your goodwill. Now, please open the entrance."
Hearing this, Tang Chen said no more. Rings of pale red light began to emanate from the King of Slaughter.
"In that case, walk the Path of Hell. If you can endure its trial, you will become the ninth Slaughter God of the City of Slaughter."
His tone turned noticeably colder, tinged with mockery.
'Does he really think the Path of Hell is so easy to conquer?'
A dense red mist burst forth from the King of Slaughter, and the overwhelming pressure forced Yu Tianming to retreat swiftly.
He retreated dozens of meters before he could barely withstand the pressure.
What the King of Slaughter released wasn't killing intent—it was a deeply evil aura, so chilling it felt like it could freeze one's very marrow.
'This isn't the power of the God of Asura… This is Rakshasa energy!'
Icy red waves slowly spread out. In just a few blinks, they had already swept across the entire arena.
The fallen ones in the audience looked unusually excited, eager to witness the opening of the Path of Hell. But what they didn't know was—their lives were already over.
No one besides Slaughter Gods and the King of Slaughter had ever seen the Path of Hell open. Because anyone who had… was already dead. Or rather, they became the sacrifices to open it.
Yu Tianming soon noticed that the red light from the King of Slaughter wasn't targeting him, but rather spreading toward the surrounding audience stands.
The fallen ones, who had just been wildly cheering, gradually fell silent as the red light descended. Their eyes turned vacant, then bloodshot.
Moments later, once the red light formed a giant barrier over the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, screams of agony rang out from those who first touched it.
Affected by the red light, the fallen ones went mad. They clawed at their own faces and bodies like lunatics.
Those who survived in the inner city all had considerable strength. Now, they turned their full power against themselves. Amid the cries of agony, there was even a disturbing pleasure, as if they found ecstasy in self-destruction.
Skin peeled, blood spurted. Some even tore out their own organs.
Their madness only ended with death.
More and more fell into this horrifying state, until it swept across the entire arena.
Even though Yu Tianming had fought countless battles in the City of Slaughter, witnessing this large-scale horror still left him pale. Killing intent surged uncontrollably within him, and the desire to slaughter became harder to suppress.
A violent glint flashed through his eyes.
'As long as one still has a shred of humanity… seeing this scene would fill anyone with hatred toward the City of Slaughter.'
The blood of the fallen splattered onto the ground and began to pool together. Countless streams of blood flowed through small, hidden channels beneath the stands, converging at the center of the arena.
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The winding red currents slithered like serpents toward the center of the field.
Yu Tianming's fists clenched involuntarily. The killing aura within him roared, on the verge of erupting.
"To become sacrifices for the Path of Hell—this is their honor." The King of Slaughter's low voice echoed.
By now, the screams had faded. Aside from Yu Tianming and the King of Slaughter, there didn't seem to be a single living soul left.
The blood didn't just spread aimlessly. Grooves had somehow appeared on the ground, and the blood flowed into them, gradually forming a massive, blood-red pattern.
Yu Tianming stood at the center of it. With the naked eye, it was hard to make out the full shape. But his spiritual power far surpassed that of ordinary Soul Masters, and he also had electromagnetic sensing.
Through his senses, he discovered that the blood pattern resembled a birdlike creature—but twisted, not an ordinary bird.
'What is this?'
Just as the question rose in his mind, the creature's eyes lit up, and his electromagnetic sensing was instantly disabled.
A massive pillar of red light shot into the sky, engulfing Yu Tianming in an instant. All his senses blurred.
Only the King of Slaughter's cold, piercing voice echoed in his ears.
"I wish you luck… on the Path of Hell."
The moment his spiritual power was shredded, Yu Tianming finally realized what the bird-shaped pattern was.
A bat.
It was a bat.
(End of Chapter)
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