Douluo: Phoenix God Descends, Emperor Flame Burns the Sky

Chapter 311 Nemesis, the natural enemy of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King

Hellish Slaughter Field.

The hellish killing field, where ten people are grouped together, has no rules whatsoever. If you had to name one, the only rule is that only one person can survive in the end.

Ghost-faced Flame Lord is a notorious figure.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Whenever Oni-Faced Flame Lord appears in the Hell Slaughter Arena, the remaining nine people will unite to deal with Oni-Faced Flame Lord first.

Lin Xiao was used to this process, but when he looked at the nine people opposite him, he still keenly sensed that something was wrong. The nine people had formed a certain formation as soon as they came in, which was obviously deliberately targeting Lin Xiao.

The aura emanating from them was far stronger than that of the contestants Lin Xiao had encountered before; they were probably all ruthless individuals who had won more than thirty consecutive matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

"Demon-Faced Flame Lord, what a magnificent sight!"

The burly man leading the group, wielding a meteor hammer, sneered, "You're the only person I've ever seen wearing white in the City of Slaughter. It's said you're clean-loving, and despite slaughtering hundreds, your clothes are spotless."

"Today I'll test your mettle!"

As if they had rehearsed beforehand, all nine of them attacked at the very moment the match began. The burly man at the head of the group swung his arm, and a meteor hammer made of fine iron and covered with barbs came crashing down.

A man wielding a spear and two men wielding longswords followed closely behind, along with a flamboyant woman whose hands moved swiftly, casting waves of poisonous mist toward Lin Xiao.

Two poisoned arrows shot out, and an assassin lurked in the shadows, wielding a short dagger, searching for Lin Xiao's weakness and opportunity.

This spectacle did not move Lin Xiao.

The only thing that caught his attention was a man hiding in the middle who suddenly opened his mouth and emitted ultrasonic waves similar to those of a bat—clearly a form of mental attack.

An ordinary Soul Master would be momentarily stunned by such an attack, but in this hellish killing field teeming with killing intent, a moment is enough to die nine times over.

However, Lin Xiao suddenly saw the reflection of the golden crow in his eyes. The man's eyes trembled, he foamed at the mouth, and a blood-red bat emerged from his throat, emitting a piercing shriek, and stumbled away into the distance.

But the next moment.

All nine people present, including the bat, were engulfed in dark flames, letting out painful screams before turning to ashes, their souls devoured by the raven.

Lin Xiao rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

These nine Fallen Ones were all formidable, but attacking them all at once wouldn't have caused Lin Xiao to suffer excessive mental strain. The most crucial element was the blood-red bat, which was imbued with a strange will. Lin Xiao's simultaneous attack on all nine of them, along with his attack on the bat, was what caused him to experience excessive mental depletion.

of course.

The thought that was on the bat was also extinguished by Lin Xiao Nie.

In the stands, Hu Liena's eyes flashed with amazement, mixed with a hint of jealousy, wondering where Lin Xiao's strange ability came from.

But he was so strong that he inspired despair; and to inspire despair in the enemy naturally put his teammates at ease.

For some reason, Hu Liena thought of Lin Xiao. This Ghost-Faced Flame Lord and Lin Xiao were indeed strikingly similar. Both of them were the kind of people who could dominate the game just by standing on the stage, making all their opponents tremble with fear.

Which side is stronger?

Hu Liena felt that Ghost Face Flame Lord was probably still the better one.

Lin Xiao came down from the competition stage, and Hu Liena immediately went to greet him, only to hear his indifferent voice.

"Someone has made a move, most likely Ma Hongjun."

Hu Liena looked surprised, but calmed down after seeing that Lin Xiao's expression remained unchanged throughout. She then asked with slight worry:
"He actually has the privilege of directing the Hell Killing Fields?"

"If it doesn't work this time, they'll definitely come looking for trouble again next time..."

Lin Xiao said calmly:
"Just a paper tiger."

He looked thoughtful, recalling the blood-red bat he had just seen and the strange consciousness attached to it, pondering the connection between Ma Hongjun and the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King. Had Ma Hongjun been parasitized?
When Lin Xiao faced the blood-red bat, aside from a subconscious feeling of disgust, he did not feel any threat from it. Instead, he felt the murderous intent of a natural enemy seeing its prey.

Dark crow, golden crow, phoenix.

It seemed that any kind of power could suppress it, and even though the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King was a monster that had survived from ancient times, the bloodline in Lin Xiao's body was far more noble than its.

It really is... a servant meeting his master?

That last incident was probably enough to give the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King a run for his money.

……

The city of slaughter, a dark and spacious room, with only the walls being blood red, serving as a hazy and somber backdrop.

On the crystal throne, a tall, thin figure sat down.

With his large yet thin hands, he picked up a glass of scarlet "liquid," swirled it slightly, and then slowly sipped it into his mouth. He opened his pale lips, revealing two fangs that were absorbing blood.

The King of Slaughter revels in the pleasures of bloodshed.

But in an instant, his body suddenly convulsed, as if he had been struck in the abdomen. His body contorted violently like a shrimp, and he was covered in cold sweat and had a splitting headache.

"Boom."

The King of Slaughter fell from his crystal throne and crashed to the ground, a startling fleshy tumor bulging from his back, its mouth opening to emit a piercing, bat-like shriek.

A thick mist of blood rose from the body of the King of Slaughter.

He pressed a button, and the mechanism under the floor tiles opened, revealing an enormous pool of blood.

The air instantly became thick and sticky, and a strong smell of blood filled the entire room.

The King of Slaughter pounced on the pool of blood like a dog seeing excrement, greedily devouring the blood. His spasms gradually subsided, and his splitting headache was relieved.

After absorbing the blood of an entire pool.

He had recovered, but when he caught a glimpse of the nearly dried-up pool of blood, a pang of regret flashed in his eyes, and his pale face was filled with gloom.

"Bring that beast Ma Hongjun to see me!"

Amidst the terrifying voice of the King of Slaughter, a curvaceous woman in black veil emerged from the shadows, answered sweetly with a "Yes," and then swayed her hips as she walked out.

……

Ma Hongjun also had a splitting headache.

He stared in disbelief at his chest cavity, where the crimson bats were gnawing at his internal organs. After being greatly stimulated, the crimson bats were almost frenzied and no longer gentle with their host.

Ma Hongjun was in excruciating pain and was so scared he almost peed his pants.

He hurriedly and frantically swallowed the blood.

Only then did the blood-red bats inside his body gradually calm down.

Before he could even feel relieved to have survived, a curvaceous woman in black veil walked in and said with disgust:
"Ma Hongjun, Wang wants you to come over."

When Ma Hongjun and the woman in black veil met the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter waved the woman away and coldly said to Ma Hongjun:

"Just who is that Ghost-Faced Flame Lord?!"

The blood-red nine-headed bat king was actually terrified...

(End of this chapter)