N-A-A Chapter 75 King of Slaughter
Chapter 75 King of Slaughter
Chapter 75 King of Slaughter
The City of Slaughter, a dark and spacious room.
It was an exceptionally large chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals. These crystals were outlined in the shape of a drum tower. Apart from this chair, everything else here was dark red.
"The 'Stick Demon' has achieved a ninety-eight-game winning streak," a chilling female voice echoed in the shadows.
"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair. In the darkness, his features were not visible, but it could be vaguely discerned that he was tall and slender.
"Great King. Should we begin to make contact with him? The City of Slaughter hasn't had a truly powerful member join for a long time."
"Do you think it's possible?" the tall man sitting upright in the chair asked.
"He comes from the Spirit Hall, and was personally delivered by two level 96 Super Douluo. You can imagine his status. The Spirit Hall has a God of Slaughter who is invincible to us. Moreover, the Spirit Hall also supplies the Slaughter City with resources."
"Let him go to Hell Road. Once he's gone, the Spirit Hall will just have another killing machine. He deserves it."
The King of Slaughter said indifferently that he only needed to manage his own little territory; the mainland was none of his concern.
With a wave of his hand, a thick, dark red liquid flew out in front of him. In the darkness, there was a huge pool of blood in front of him, filled with viscous blood.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood, revealing two fangs faintly in the dim light.
A week later,
Li Luochen wielded the Panlong Staff, smashing his last opponent and declaring that he had achieved a hundred victories in the killing arena.
"Stick Demon—Stick Demon—"
Li Luochen narrowed his eyes, and an almost tangible killing intent formed a huge vortex in the air. The vast arena was completely silent under the influence of the immense killing intent released by him.
He disliked the title "Stick Demon," finding it tacky and lacking in prestige. The thought of his number being 5438 only worsened his mood.
Everyone present thought that the Staff Demon was the most terrifying being because none of his opponents ever left with a complete corpse; they were all just bone fragments. The Staff Demon's battles all involved shattering other people's bodies, and most often, shattering their skulls. Such an attack method was terrifying.
"Congratulations, young Demon King of the Stick." A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.
The killing intent emanating from Li Luochen was reversed the moment the voice rang out, and was forced back into his body, causing Li Luochen to frown. The main culprit had arrived.
The atmosphere inside the hellish killing field instantly reached its peak, because a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.
"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The shouts made the Fallen Ones hoarse, but they showed no sign of stopping.
Li Luochen looked at the figure in the sky, his expression calm. It was just a bluff; would the King of Slaughter dare to touch him? "My father, Zhang..." Pah! A disciple of the Spirit Hall, dare to touch him?
A tall man, completely shrouded in a massive scarlet cloak, with a pale face and blood-red eyes, slowly descended from the air, seemingly unaffected by gravity.
"I am delighted to witness the birth of a powerful figure in the killing field today. The Hundred Victories, a figure not seen for over a decade, has made you tremble with his immense strength and terrifying killing intent, haven't you, my people?"
"Yes—, yes—, yes—" The King of Slaughter seemed to possess a unique charisma that caused all the fallen to develop an almost fanatical worship upon seeing him.
"Your Excellency, King of Slaughter, I suppose you're going to make an exception and make me a God of Slaughter, and then a guest elder of the City of Slaughter, right?" Li Luochen sneered.
Lord of Slaughter: ...How did you know? "No need for the Lord of Slaughter's mercy. I am a troublesome person, and I fear that the esteemed Lord of Slaughter will find me tiresome. I choose to walk the path of hell."
Li Luochen continued.
"By the way, Great King, if I pass through Hell Road and become the God of Slaughter, I would like to ask you for two people. Is that alright? I think I should have that right. You don't want to offend my Spirit Hall, do you?"
Li Luochen grinned, half-threatening the King of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter's face was cold. Although Li Luochen's words were respectful, he felt very uncomfortable but helpless. He couldn't afford to offend the Spirit Hall.
"Do as you please. Remember to give my regards to that female killing goddess of the Spirit Hall when you pass through Hell Road," the King of Slaughter said coldly.
A thick red mist suddenly emanated from the King of Slaughter, its immense aura forcing Li Luochen to retreat rapidly. He had to retreat dozens of meters before he could barely withstand it.
The King of Slaughter did not exude murderous intent, but rather an extremely evil aura, a chilling cold that could freeze one's very bones.
A sinister, chilling red ripple slowly spread, reaching the entire arena in the blink of an eye. The fallen ones in the audience were all unusually excited, eager to see the Hell Road open. However, they were unaware that their own lives were already coming to an end.
Apart from the God of Slaughter and the King of Slaughter, no one has ever seen the Hell Road open, because all those who have seen it are dead, or rather, they have all become sacrifices for the opening of the Hell Road.
Although the red light emanating from the King of Slaughter put immense pressure on them, it wasn't directed at them. Instead, it was directed towards the surrounding stands.
The Fallen Ones, who had been cheering wildly, gradually quieted down as the red light descended onto the viewing platform. The eyes of each Fallen One gradually became dull, and then turned bloodshot. Before long, when the red light formed a huge barrier across the entire hellish killing field, painful screams began to emanate from those who were the first to come into contact with the red light.
Influenced by the red light, the fallen seemed to have gone half-mad, desperately scratching their faces and bodies...
Soon, blood spilled onto the ground and began to congeal, forming numerous small streams that flowed through inconspicuous, thin pipes beneath the stands towards the center of the killing arena. Clearly visible, countless winding red liquids, like tiny snakes, flowed into the arena.
"It is their honor to become sacrifices for the opening of the Hell Road," the King of Slaughter's deep voice rang out.
At this moment, the screams had gradually subsided, and apart from Li Luochen and the King of Slaughter, there seemed to be no other living person here.
Li Luochen already knew that there would be a sacrifice to open the Hell Road, so he remained expressionless. For this reason, he ordered Dai Tianxing and Lin Chengkun not to look at him.
He was not like two servants who looked pleasing to the eye and were quite capable, who had disappeared; that would be a huge loss.
Blood flowed into the ground. It didn't spread in a straight line. Instead, grooves appeared on the ground, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Blood flowed into these grooves, gradually coalescing into a huge, blood-red pattern.
"Good luck on your road to hell!"
The King of Slaughter had already left, and Li Luochen was engulfed in blood red, but the white killing aura on his body protected him, so he was not harmed.
Before long, Li Luochen opened his eyes again and found himself on a circular platform with a diameter of five meters.
"Hell Road, here I come!"
(End of this chapter)