Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 120: Transform into the Black Nether Holy Dragon, let’s go and massacre the city!

In the city of killing, it is impossible to tell the difference between day and night.

There is only a blood moon, forever hanging in the sky above this land, illuminating everything on the ground as if it were immersed in a pool of blood.

Yu Xiaolie stepped on the sticky ground, leaving dark red footprints with every step.

Originally, the number of newcomers to the City of Slaughter and the number of fallen people who died maintained a subtle balance under the control of certain rules and a big hand behind the scenes.

But since Yu Xiaolie came, the balance has gradually tilted, and the population of the City of Slaughter has become smaller and smaller.

As he killed cruelly, the dark right leg bone was also constantly absorbing murderous aura and intent.

Whenever he used soul bone skills, dark golden lines would appear on the surface of Yu Xiaolie's right leg, and the dark right leg bone seemed to have a subtle tendency to evolve.

"The 100th game, hasn't it been arranged yet?"

Yu Xiaolie slapped his number plate on the wooden table at the registration desk, causing a cloud of dust to fly.

On the number plate, there are 99 blood marks, twisted hideously, symbolizing that Yu Xiaolie has won ninety-nine consecutive games in the regional killing field!

In other words, he fought his way out of a crowd of nearly a thousand people, and only had one game left to win a hundred games.

However, countless people have died at his hands.

Here, every participant, in addition to having the power to continue to survive in the City of Slaughter, most looks forward to winning a hundred games.

Because of the title of 100-game champion, one can be recruited by the King of Slaughter, be taken under his wing, and become a permanent resident of the City of Slaughter. Except for not being able to leave here, among this group of fallen people, one will have the highest power second only to the King of Slaughter and will be able to enjoy eternal carnival.

However, as the number of wins increased, Yu Xiaolie participated in fewer and fewer competitions, because there were very few people who could be matched with him in the same survival competition.

His last 20 games were all scraped together by others who failed to meet the winning streak requirement.

The further you go, the longer you have to wait.

After all, those who can win dozens of games in a row are all strong people with certain strength.

The King of Slaughter doesn't want to see these strong men fighting each other and their numbers drastically reduced.

In the last 100th game, Yu Xiaolie waited for a long time but still did not find an opponent.

Obviously, he may face endless waiting.

Yu Xiaolie could also guess what the King of Killing was thinking. After all, he didn't expect anyone to achieve 100 consecutive wins and go through the road to hell.

In that case, I must do something instead of just waiting here and wasting time.

The staff member's fingers were shaking, and even the wooden cup on the table was knocked over by him, and the thick Bloody Mary dripped along the edge of the table.

"Earth...Hell Beast Demon," his Adam's apple rolled as he spoke carefully, fearing that he would upset Yu Xiaolie.

The Hell Beast Demon is Yu Xiaolie's nickname, because he and the dragon cub, a man and a beast, have formed the most terrifying force with the most useless combination in the City of Slaughter.

The man and the beast worked in perfect harmony, and the group of fallen creatures could not survive three breaths in his hands.

Thus, the dragon cub became Yu Xiaolie's symbol, and hence the name: Hell Beast Demon.

"The fallen who recently participated in the competition are not qualified to compete with you. Please wait a moment..."

"That's none of my business."

The corners of Yu Xiaolie's mouth curled up, and the weird smile looked particularly dark under the blood moon.

He reached out and patted the staff member's shoulder, dipped his hand in the Bloody Mary on the table, and then rubbed the sticky blood on the other person's washed-white collar.

"Then tell the King of Slaughter that I will come and gather the heads myself."

If he really follows the rules of the City of Slaughter, he might not be able to wait for the other nine people who have won 99 games in a row in his lifetime.

In that case, he had no choice but to ask the King of Slaughter to change the rules for him and force ten people to compete.

Yu Xiaolie had an idea in his mind, and immediately took the dragon cub out.

……

Yu Xiaolie walked to the center of the inner city square and kicked away the broken limbs that were blocking his way.

His right leg soul bone glowed with light, and the dark soul power in his body instantly boiled over. The dragon cub behind him also responded at this time, and its body expanded rapidly.

With a roar, he transformed into the Black Nether Holy Dragon!

This is the first time that Yu Xiaolie has transformed a dragon cub into a dragon since entering the City of Slaughter!

After more than a year of slaughter, the scales of the dragon cub, now a Holy Black Dragon, had completely turned dark black, with a faint dark red fluid flowing between the lines of the scales. The protruding bone spurs on its back glowed with a cold and murderous aura.

There were no delicious snacks for him here, but after he got used to killing, the flesh and skin of the fallen soul masters, which were filled with abundant soul power, became his daily side dishes.

"Go ahead and destroy everything you see."

Yu Xiaolie said nonchalantly.

Two streams of hot air spurted out of the dragon cub's nostrils, and a black mist was emitted with every breath.

This ball of mist is similar to the skill of the right leg soul bone. It is exclusive to the incarnation of the Black Nether Holy Dragon and can be released without consuming any soul power.

The dragon cub pawed the ground impatiently. At the same time, bursts of black mist exhaled from its mouth and nose, spreading around it in an instant, with itself as the center, as if the god of death had arrived.

Then there was a loud roar and rushed into the crowd.

In the square, the fallen people who were fighting and satisfying their desires were enveloped by the sticky black fog before they could react.

Some people were horrified to find that their weapons were rusting at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even more terrifying was that spider-web-like black lines began to appear on their skin.

With their soul power limited and their vision lost, they only had one thought in their minds!
"The monster from hell is coming!"

Only he can release this black mist!

A one-eyed Fallen screamed and retreated, but in the black fog, he ran directly into the dragon cub's white fangs.

Then, his screams stopped abruptly.

Because the dragon cub's tail swept across like a steel whip, cutting him in half.

In an instant, the internal organs were scattered all over the ground. The dragon cub lowered its head to sniff, then brushed them away with its claws in disgust. It was now only interested in the flesh and blood of the strong.

Yu Xiaolie leaned against the broken statue, flipping his number plate 5104 with his fingertips, looking at the panic in the inner city with a playful look on his face.

"Don't just catch a few ants and play with them. Just kill them without restraint." Yu Xiaolie said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the Black Nether Holy Dragon's momentum suddenly increased and he became extremely excited.

Then it soared into the air, its blood-red dragon eyes looking down coldly at the city of desire.

"Roar--"

With a deafening roar, the dragon's tail swept across, and dozens of houses collapsed, scattering rubble everywhere.

The Black Nether Holy Dragon exhaled a long breath, and thick black mist wrapped around its body. The dragon wings fluttered, and a strong wind suddenly arose, sweeping countless fallen people into the air.

"Run! There's a dragon!"

The crowd was mostly confused. Since they arrived here, they had never seen such creatures before.

Even in the outside world, when they hunted soul beasts, they would run away if they encountered a dragon soul beast like this.

The other Fallen who reacted began to flee in all directions.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Black Nether Holy Dragon, and its giant tail lashed out like a whip, sweeping across the entire street.

Amidst flying blood and flesh, the fallen ones turned into bloody corpses and were crushed on the ground.

Then, the wings spread out, like a pair of huge black blades, cutting across the sky.

Wherever it passed, all buildings were destroyed.

The smoke and dust raised by the wind covered the sky.

Those who did not have time to dodge were either buried by the rubble or killed by the impact.

Broken limbs, blood and internal organs fell like rain, and the blood dyed the entire street red.

The fleeing Fallen discovered in horror that their speed was as slow as a turtle's in front of the Black Nether Holy Dragon, and they could only wait for death.

At this moment, the Killing City has truly become a veritable hell on earth.

It's like the end of the world.

"Since we can't find anyone to match with, let's treat the entire Killing City as the 100th game."

Yu Xiaolie's eyes were cold and he had no mercy on anyone here.

The murderous aura and killing intent in him and the dragon cub were also concentrated to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)