Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

In the City of Slaughter, a vast room shrouded in darkness, a suffocating atmosphere permeated the air. At the very center stood an exceptionally large chair, its back inlaid with blue and purple crystals that shimmered with a dark, eerie light.

These strange crystals formed a horrifying skull shape, as if proclaiming endless death and despair. Besides this unsettling chair, the surrounding environment was also bathed in the same dark red hue as the killing city, creating a chilling atmosphere.

"The Asura King is likely to win another victory." From the depths of darkness, a cold female voice whispered, like a murmur from hell, filled with unease and a hint of despair.

“I know!” A tall figure slowly sat down in the huge chair. His figure was indistinct in the dim light, but his imposing figure undeniably exuded a sense of oppression, making the surrounding air feel heavy.

"Great King, what should we do next?" his subordinate asked in a trembling voice, his tone revealing an undeniable fear and worry.

"If this continues, there's a real possibility that another God of Slaughter will emerge within the City of Killing." These words struck like a thunderbolt, sending ripples through the silence. A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in the subordinate's heart, just like the eight chilling characters on the prophecy wall: The God of Slaughter Descends, Hellish Calamity!

In the past, the arrival of each god of slaughter brought devastating losses to the City of Slaughter. If such a being were to appear again, the fear within her would be almost unbearable. What kind of destruction would the City of Slaughter face?

“I’ve also been thinking about this problem, damn Shura!” His deep voice echoed in the dark space.

The Asura mentioned by the King of Slaughter does not refer to Tang San, but to the God of Asura.

This guy just gave the order to protect Tang San and Dai Mubai in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and also to have someone try out a certain mortal in the Slaughter City.

Normally, it would have told the Asura God to get lost, but there was nothing it could do. Not only did Tang Chen have health problems, but the Asura God had also started acting unreasonably.

I don't know what's wrong with the God Realm, but recently people have been coming down from there. It's the boss of the Slaughter City now, so it can naturally sense something.

At least two gods descended from the divine realm, and their strength surpasses that of the demon god from last time.

It's true that the divine realm can't interfere with the mortal realm, so Shura usually had to sneak around when he wanted to see it. Back then, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King could still hold his own against the Shura God, but if Shura joined forces with those two gods...

It has no choice but to compromise.

But unexpectedly, Shura started acting unreasonable again.

Last time, after sending the demon god down, he didn't even return with a message. And now, for some unknown reason, he's given another order.

"Shura is probably watching this battle right now, so you guys, stop the next match, even if those two win."

The crimson nine-headed bat king fixed his gaze on his four subordinates below, his tone revealing anger and helplessness.

It didn't want Tang San and Dai Mubai to have a relationship, or even just one of them, but alas...
"As ordered!"

With the subordinate's response, the dark room in the Killing City fell into a deathly silence once again.

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Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, the battle between Tang San and Dai Mubai continues.

As Tang San struck Dai Mubai in the chest with a palm strike, Dai Mubai staggered back a step.

Tang San followed closely behind, his Blue Silver Grass vines coiling in the air as he attempted to bind Dai Mubai's body.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai dodged the fatal attack in a flash. His body moved swiftly through the darkness, each claw strike precise and deadly.

“Little San, I admit that your strength is indeed much stronger than mine after your martial soul evolved, but…” Dai Mubai’s tiger claws drew marks in the air, “I am not without any power to fight back.”

"Then let's try it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass transformed into vines once again, dancing in the air.

Dai Mubai's tiger claws tore through the air, each strike carrying powerful fluctuations of soul energy. In the stands, the shouts of the audience grew increasingly intense, the atmosphere within the Hell Slaughter Arena reaching a boiling point. The spectators waved their arms wildly, their faces filled with fanaticism and bloodlust, as if this battle was their only entertainment, an outlet for their long-suppressed emotions.

"Kill them!"

"Hahaha! Today was truly amazing!"

A cacophony of shouts filled the air, creating a chaotic sea of ​​noise. The air reeked of blood, and the ground was stained with the bloodstains of the previous battle, the mottled dark red standing out starkly in the dim light.

Just then, a deep drumbeat suddenly rang out, piercing through the noise in the audience.

The drumbeats were slow yet powerful, as if striking everyone's heart, making people involuntarily hold their breath.

Dai Mubai and Tang San paused simultaneously, looking up at the source of the sound.

The drumbeats echoed in every corner of the hellish killing field, deep and oppressive, as if some irresistible force was approaching. All eyes turned in unison towards the entrance, where a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

The Crimson Messenger, dressed in a dark red robe, shouted with a grim expression, "Stop!"

The Crimson Messenger's voice was cold and authoritative, like an invisible barrier that instantly suppressed the clamor in the arena. The shouts from the audience fell silent, leaving only heavy breathing and heartbeats echoing in the air.

Tang San frowned and muttered to himself, "What's going on?"

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes, looking warily at the Crimson Envoy: "What do they want to do?"

Dai Mubai naturally knew who this person was. Although he hadn't been there long, he had learned some of the rules here from the Fallen Ones around him.

Having a big fist is the rule, but those who can use soul skills have even bigger fists.

The law enforcement team is not to be trifled with, and these people in blood-red clothes are even more untouchable.

They are the representatives of the King of Slaughter throughout the entire Slaughter City.

The Crimson Messenger walked step by step to the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Dai Mubai, before glancing at Leosley and Siegwen in the audience.

"Today's battle ends here." The Crimson Envoy coldly surveyed the entire scene, then turned to Tang San and Dai Mubai, "You two, come with me."

Tang San frowned and whispered to Dai Mubai, "What does this mean?"

Dai Mubai's eyes were wary: "I don't know, but let's follow them first."

The main problem is that we can't beat them, otherwise we would have run away long ago.

The crimson messenger turned and stepped forward: "Follow me."

The Crimson Messenger's steps were steady and heavy, each step seemingly pressing on the hearts of the crowd, bringing an invisible pressure.

The surrounding audience members quickly backed away, not daring to get close, and even their breathing became cautious.

They wanted to see a fight, but now...

Who dares to provoke the messenger of the King of Slaughter?

Tang San and Dai Mubai exchanged a glance and silently followed behind the Crimson Envoy, heading deeper into the Hell Slaughter Arena. (End of Chapter)