Douluo: Phoenix God Descends, Emperor Flame Burns the Sky

Chapter 312 Lin Xiao: Thank you for the gift from heaven
Ma Hongjun, with a fawning smile, said:

“Godfather, I don’t know the origin of that Ghost-Faced Flame Lord, but after killing someone, he destroyed the person’s body and soul together, which seriously infringed on the interests of my Killing City.”

"I think we absolutely cannot tolerate this!"

"Tch!" The King of Slaughter spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Ma Hongjun's face, and said in a gloomy voice:

"Let's not talk about the matter of Ghost Face Flame Lord for now."

"Didn't I tell you not to provoke that fox demon? The person who brought her in is one of the only two remaining killing gods in the world, a being capable of truly overthrowing the City of Slaughter!"

"How dare you disobey my orders?"

Ma Hongjun was covered in a glob of phlegm, feeling humiliated, but he dared not show the slightest ferocity in his eyes. After all, the King of Slaughter was the source of his power and held his life and death in his hands.

Ma Hongjun said:

"I was very careful. I never showed my face. In this dangerous city of slaughter, if that woman were to be ambushed by her own carelessness, it wouldn't be my fault..."

The King of Slaughter was so angry he laughed.

"So, you're blinded by lust, gambling with the entire City of Slaughter to see if you can satisfy your lust? I'm warning you one last time, don't try anything clever!"

"The God of Slaughter is not someone to be trifled with!"

Ma Hongjun was somewhat unconvinced.

"Our City of Slaughter is protected by a special domain, and in addition to the King, there are also Title Douluos guarding it. Why should we fear any God of Slaughter?"

"Hasn't the king ever considered getting rid of the God of Slaughter once and for all?"

The King of Slaughter suddenly flew into a rage.

"You ignorant and arrogant beast! My City of Slaughter and the Spirit Hall had an agreement a thousand years ago. Now that time has passed, I don't know if the agreement is still valid, but I am not worried about the Spirit Hall!"

"However, the God of Slaughter's Domain allows all Soul Masters within it to unleash their Soul Skills. This is what can truly shake the foundation of my Slaughter City. Yet, because of your lustful desires, you disregard the risk of Slaughter City's downfall!"

"You wish I would deal with you first?!"

Ma Hongjun looked fearful and stopped talking.

He bowed his head and submitted.

"I understand, Godfather. I will no longer have designs on that woman. But what should we do with that Ghost-Faced Flame Lord?"

"He's probably not a good guy either!"

If the God of Slaughter is a threat to the capital of slaughter...

Lin Xiao, on the other hand, posed a threat to the King of Slaughter. After sensing the suppression emanating from Lin Xiao, the King of Slaughter didn't even want to meet this newcomer.

He only wanted to guard his own little corner of the world, to reign supreme and do evil in this sinful paradise.

The King of Slaughter pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice:
"This kid is too strange. Despite his strength, even if I could recruit him into our Slaughter City, I would still find it hard to feel at ease."

"Let's try to befriend him first, so he can leave the City of Slaughter sooner, or at least avoid falling into depravity within it!"

Ma Hongjun was clearly somewhat unwilling to accept this outcome.

However, he dared not defy the King of Slaughter to his face, and could only resort to some clever tricks in private.

It is worth mentioning that although the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King is a monster left over from ancient times, it will affect the host's mind after parasitizing and devour the host's blood and heart.

However, the host's thinking ability is still their own.

The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King could not be completely controlled.

Therefore, although both the King of Slaughter and Ma Hongjun are parasitized, they still maintain their own thoughts and actions, rather than being a united front.

The King of Slaughter revealed a strange smile. "Besides, Ghost-Faced Flame Lord has killed quite a few people in the City of Slaughter. Kill, kill, and when the blood on his hands has accumulated to a certain extent, he will be one of us without my invitation."

In fact, the King of Slaughter knew that Ma Hongjun had set a trap for Lin Xiao; otherwise, having suffered a great loss, he would have already taken his anger out on Ma Hongjun and tortured him to the point of wishing he were dead.

Even those blood-red bats, weren't they also at the behest of the King of Slaughter?

The abilities displayed by that Ghost-Faced Flame Lord were far too bizarre and powerful. If such a person could become the vessel for the Crimson Bat King, the City of Slaughter would surely rise to prominence.

Although they are currently suffering a setback, the other party is in the City of Slaughter and is constantly affected by it. The more they kill, the greater the invisible influence they will be, and eventually they will become prisoners of their bloodlust because they cannot suppress their killing intent.

That would give the Crimson Bat King his chance.

The King of Slaughter sat on the crystal throne, his long, blood-red fingernails tapping lightly on the armrests, producing a crisp sound, and he wore a strange smile.

"His bloodthirstiness has probably already had a significant impact on him."

"I'll arrange it for him personally."

"Let him participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena frequently in the shortest amount of time, and do not restrict his small-scale slaughtering behavior in the inner city."

"Heh, faced with such temptation, can he control his bloodlust?"

A chilling burst of maniacal laughter erupted from the deep darkness.

Ma Hongjun instantly understood the King of Slaughter's intention, and then he burst into laughter, like two ugly monsters lurking in the darkness.

……

Can Lin Xiao control his urge to kill?
Recently, the Killing City seems to have gone mad, with many Fallen Ones suddenly signing up for the Hell Killing Arena, allowing Lin Xiao to participate in the killing almost every two or three days.

He couldn't even digest the Soul-Devouring Flame.

Moreover, the situation in the inner city is also quite delicate.

Logically speaking, every fallen one in the Killing City is a reserve of food, or a mobile blood bank. Although killing is not prohibited but rather encouraged, those who harvest people and souls together, like Lin Xiao, provide no value to the Killing City and should be restricted.

But it was as if it had been tacitly approved, without any hindrance.

Lin Xiao found it very strange.

and so…

He chose to go on a killing spree.

This could be a conspiracy, but given the information asymmetry between the two sides, the so-called conspiracy might just happen to bring them some benefit.

If you become hesitant and timid because of this, you will unwittingly fall into the trap set by the person behind the scenes.

It wasn't until Hu Liena, having followed Lin Xiao in too many killings, began to show signs of being unable to control her own killing intent, even becoming so bloodthirsty that she would unleash murderous intent upon seeing Lin Xiao, and her work as a maid was a complete mess.

Lin Xiao then understood the scheme behind the scenes.

"Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad!"

"This shouldn't be Ma Hongjun's scheme. Once you've fallen, you won't grow any brains. It's probably the work of the Killing King hiding in the shadows."

The problem is, this is completely useless against Lin Xiao. His bloodline is too powerful, and even the rules of the Slaughter City have difficulty affecting him.

Moreover, the Soul-Devouring Flame is evolving, and the direction of this evolution is precisely to purify "impurities" such as desire and murderous intent.

What is this? Is a son being filial to his father?

Lin Xiaozhen couldn't hold back any longer.

"I never expected that in the unfamiliar city of Slaughter, the one who would treat me the best would be the King of Slaughter. Uh, if this Soul-Devouring Flame doesn't evolve, it would be a waste of his efforts!"

(End of this chapter)