Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

The chaos erupted instantly, starting with Sikong Zheng.

Enraged that Sikong Zheng had attacked with such brute force, unleashing a devastating punch, the wicked woman erupted in murderous intent. She clenched her fist into a claw, reaching out to intercept the fist with her own palm strike.

"Crack, crack," the moment her palm touched Sikong Zheng's fist, the sound of bones breaking rang out. The evil woman's five fingers bent strangely, her face contorted, and she was forced to retreat rapidly by the force of the impact.

The wicked woman gripped her wrist, staring at Sikong Zheng with bloodshot eyes in disbelief.

She was shocked; this man's fist was as hard as metal, and the powerful force of his punch almost shattered her arm.

If she hadn't been testing the waters and hadn't pulled her hand back in time, she suspected that the punch would have shattered her entire arm.

Getting injured in the Killing City is a major taboo, as it could lead to being surrounded and attacked.

Sikong Zheng, unaware of the evil woman's shock, pressed his advantage and was determined to kill her on the spot.

The evil woman lost all her momentum after being punched, and her body trembled slightly as she faced Sikong Zheng's fierce killing intent as he rushed forward.

"Ahhh, no, don't kill me!"

The body was cut in two, and a large amount of blood flowed out.

Sikong Zheng swung his axe leg down, severing the evil woman's waist in two, which then crashed to the ground.

With the instant kill of one person, Sikong Zheng's aura surged, a large amount of black energy welled up between his brows, and his killing power intensified.

A cruel and bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his murderous aura gradually affected Sikong Zheng's mind. To him, crushing a person to death seemed to be no big deal.

Next, Sikong Zheng seemed to be possessed by a demon, his eyes emitting a blood-red light, and his body, which had been suppressed for so long, seemed to be violently roaring in every cell.

Sikong Zheng roared madly at the remaining eight people, biting them like a madman.

Through the strengthening process of its skin and flesh becoming woody, it is no longer human. Its body parts are incredibly hard, and its entire body can be used as a weapon, making it a true humanoid weapon.

One killed nine, and eight of the corpses had been tortured beyond recognition.

Sikong Zheng was completely unharmed. To be precise, during the battle, the eight people were in utter despair, and all of Sikong Zheng's injuries healed on their own, making him stronger with each fight.

After the match, hundreds of people attacked, wanting to completely eliminate Sikong Zheng.

As a result, from among the pile of bloody flesh and limbs, a bloody shadow crawled out, which turned out to be a man covered in blood, whether his blood or someone else's blood was unknown.

Blood Shadow stood atop a pile of corpses, arms hanging limply to the ground, laughing wildly as he ran, like a madman.

A few days later, when Sikong Zheng reappeared in the killing field, he was not satisfied after killing nine people.

As if in retaliation, they blocked the entrance to the hellish killing field and brutally murdered anyone they saw.

No matter how severe the wounds inflicted on him by other killers, they all healed themselves in no time, terrifying the killers and making them all feel insecure and dare not resist him.

Trying to trade blows with Sikong Zheng would only hasten his death.

For a time, everyone was saying:

"This madman is impossible to kill. No one is his match. It's impossible."

In the Killing City where soul skills cannot be used, Sikong Zheng's transformation into flesh and blood combined with his immortal body made him untouchable.

But who could know that every time Sikong Zheng vented his uncontrollable killing intent, he would secretly use the Divine Tree Domain to guard his mind, never daring to completely lose his rationality.

After experiencing those massacres, Sikong Zheng was also crowned by the killers as the top predator in the Slaughter City, below the King of Slaughter—the King of Slaughter.

the second year.

This marks Sikong Zheng's 70th consecutive victory.

Ten figures slowly entered, but one figure dressed in a black robe attracted everyone's attention.

Suddenly, the noisy killing field fell eerily silent.

Even the men and women singing in the stands stopped what they were doing.

"Kill...kill all the kings, kill all the kings."

All the killers in the stands stared at Sikong Zheng with fear on their faces, yet with fanatical eyes.

A spasm ran through my body, and I reached a mental climax.

In the eyes of the killers, apart from the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter is an object of both fear and fanaticism.

Unlike the fanaticism of the killers in the stands, the nine people in the Hell Killing Arena had extremely ugly expressions.

It's infuriating that the killing field doesn't reveal the participants' information beforehand, causing them to unfortunately run into Sikong Zheng.

Despite the fact that two of the nine were Soul Saints and five were Soul Emperors, they were still terrified.

Unwilling to accept this, the nine of them exchanged glances and tacitly surrounded Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng made a move; a dark shadow flashed twice.

"Bang!" The head of a Soul Emperor exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse crashed to the ground with two loud thuds.

"Whoosh!" The sound of the corpse falling to the ground triggered a chain reaction. The remaining seven people were terrified and quickly retreated, keeping their distance from Sikong Zheng as if avoiding a snake or scorpion.

Sikong Zheng smashed one man's head open and was still holding the severed head in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, one person was blown to pieces, and another's head was ripped off.

With a "bang," Sikong Zheng squeezed the head in his hand, crushing it. His black robe was stained with a lot of blood, but he remained unmoved.

At this moment, Sikong Zheng, just as when he first entered, had his head bowed, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Unlike the previous Sikong Zheng, he no longer laughed wildly; instead, he was cold and evil, unlike a living person.

He now exudes a deep and terrifying aura, capable of killing a person with a flick of his finger.

Upon witnessing the terrifying power of the Slaughter King, the killers all gasped in shock. What had just happened? None of them had seen it clearly; they only knew that two Soul Emperors had been instantly slaughtered.

Silence, an eerie silence. No one dared to utter a sound; they were filled with fear. Who would be next?

The City of Slaughter, a dark and spacious room.

It was an exceptionally large chair, inlaid with purple-red crystals. These crystals were outlined in the shape of a skull. Apart from this chair, everything else here was dark red.

The towering King of Slaughter stared at a huge crystal, which contained an image of Sikong Zheng in the killing field.

Clearly, the King of Slaughter had been eyeing Sikong Zheng for some time.

His pupils were pale, his bloodthirsty fangs were terrifying, and his voice was cold and deep:

"The pinnacle of the Path of Slaughter? Heh, being infused with killing intent must be quite unpleasant!"

"The King of Slaughter? Interesting."

The King of Slaughter picked up a cup of Yellow Spring Dew, drank it slowly, and smirked wickedly.

At this moment, in the Hellish Slaughter Arena, Sikong Zheng had already killed all the contestants.

Aside from the blood and gore scattered on the killing platform, only Sikong Zheng stood there blankly, his head bowed, looking dazed.

Through skillful application, Sikong Zheng's body was forged to be as strong as black iron.

Every time Sikong Zheng made a move, he took a life. The killers couldn't even leave a wound on him; even if they did, it would heal instantly.

Unable to use their soul skills, these people were slaughtered in a one-sided manner by Sikong Zheng's powerful physical weapons.

This terrifying self-healing ability filled the killers with despair, causing them to wail and regret participating in today's slaughter.

Having experienced countless killings, he is no longer the lively person he once was. The immense killing intent he exudes has made him taciturn.

His mind was already exhausted from guarding against the murderous aura.

Sikong Zheng turned around calmly and walked slowly towards the exit of the hellish killing field.

"Kill all the kings, kill all the kings, kill all the kings..."

The killers in the stands screamed with fear and fervor, witnessing the true terror of the King of Slaughter in this killing spree.

"Kill all the kings!" a beautiful woman exclaimed excitedly, looking at Sikong Zheng with a seductive expression.

Sikong Zheng, who had just left the killing field and was about to return to his hut, heard the shouts and looked up.

A beautiful woman leaned against a wall, her gaze burning as she looked at Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng dragged his feet and slowly approached the beautiful woman, stopping in front of her.

This beautiful woman had a full and tall figure, and Sikong Zheng only reached her chest.

"Please...please be gentle."

The beautiful woman looked at Sikong Zheng in front of her, and her breathing became heavy. She held onto his legs and slowly knelt down, her eyes radiating a seductive light. She thought Sikong Zheng wanted to do *that* with her.

Sikong Zheng covered the beautiful woman's face with one hand, pressing her head against the wall.

Through Sikong Zheng's fingers, it was easy to see that the beautiful woman's eyes were trembling slightly with excitement.

"Bang!" A bewitching blood flower bloomed.

No one expected that the beautiful woman's head would explode like a watermelon, and the wall would be instantly stained with blood. She had been crushed against the wall by Sikong Zheng.