Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

The headless female corpse lost its support and crashed at his feet, but Sikong Zheng remained completely unmoved.

Not only did they not look at the corpse, but they also stepped on it and walked past indifferently.

This was just a small episode in his life of killing.

"Hiss~ Huff~," inside the hut, Sikong Zheng breathed heavily after opening the Divine Tree Domain, which was his trump card to maintain his will.

Only within his domain could he suppress his murderous intent, allow reason to prevail, and prevent himself from collapsing.

Otherwise, without a skull, without righteous energy, and without drinking the Yellow Spring Dew, he would have long been corrupted by murderous intent and driven completely insane by the oppression.

Three years later.

Sikong Zheng walked out of the small house. He had won ninety-nine battles. Today was his hundredth battle. It had been a month since his last battle.

"Boom! Bang!" Sikong Zheng smashed the body of the last killer.

An almost tangible killing intent formed a huge vortex in the air, and the killers in the entire stands were silent, all staring intently at the King of Slaughter.

After achieving a hundred victories, Sikong Zheng stood there dumbfounded, as if he had lost his soul.

"Kill the King! Kill the King!" The killers' fanatical cries once cast a huge shadow over Sikong Zheng.

"Congratulations, King of Slaughter." A deep, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

The killing intent emanating from Sikong Zheng was instantly reversed the moment the voice rang out, forced back into his body. This caused Sikong Zheng's face to turn deathly pale.

"Ughhhh..."

Sikong Zheng clutched his head, letting out a scream, a heart-wrenching roar, and frantically pounding his head.

The black energy that surged back made his mind feel as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt, his body trembled violently, and a trace of saliva even dripped from the corner of his mouth, as if he had been turned into an idiot by the shock.

The killers in the stands no longer paid attention to Sikong Zheng; all their eyes were fixed on the sky with pious expressions.

To be precise, it was a blood-red vortex in the sky.

The atmosphere inside the hellish killing field instantly reached its peak, because a blood-red figure was descending from the sky.

"King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter, King of Slaughter..." The shouts made the Fallen Ones hoarse, but they showed no sign of stopping.

The King of Slaughter ignored the other killers, his blood-red eyes coldly fixed on Sikong Zheng, his voice icy as he said:

"King of Slaughter, I have decided to exceptionally bestow upon you the title of God of Slaughter. From this day forward, you may freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter. Furthermore, you will be appointed as a guest elder of the City of Slaughter, subordinate to me."

The only response to the King of Slaughter was Sikong Zheng's roars.

"Uh...uhhhhh..."

The King of Slaughter frowned, coldly looking down at Sikong Zheng, who was screaming in pain, and wanted to slap him to death.

"The...path to hell..."

Then, seemingly driven by obsession, Sikong Zheng knelt on the ground, clutching his head, and muttered the road to hell.

The King of Slaughter exuded a chilling aura and coldly said:

"Oh, King of Slaughter, have you thought this through? The Road to Hell isn't easy to traverse. In your current state, you'll die once you go in."

The only response to the King of Slaughter was the intermittent cry of "Hell Road."

The King of Slaughter spread his arms, his blood-red cloak fluttering even without wind, and bared his fangs, speaking in a sinister voice:

"Fine, if you insist on courting death, then let me show you what hell looks like! That will be your glory."

Thick red mist suddenly emanated from the King of Slaughter, and evil, cold red ripples slowly spread out, reaching the entire area in the blink of an eye.

Influenced by the red light, the killer frantically tore at its own body until it turned into pools of blood. Countless winding red liquids flowed into the arena like small snakes, converging to form a blood-red bat pattern.

"May you have good luck on your journey to hell, and may you slay all the kings."

The City of Slaughter, the Road to Hell.

On a circular platform, Sikong Zheng slowly awoke, his eyes filled with a blood-red world.

A faint layer of blood mist emanated from its body, and its eyes had turned completely blood red. Around its body, white ripples continued to intensify as they fluctuated.

My body is on the verge of going out of control, and it seems like it will go berserk at any moment.

Sikong Zheng sprang to his feet, his body ramrod straight, raised one hand with his index and middle fingers pointing upwards, grinned to reveal his gleaming silver teeth, and roared:

"Domain - Expand".

Boom! A resounding summons erupted as a cyan-green domain burst forth from around Sikong Zheng's body, enveloping the entire platform.

The aura that pushed the domain away forcefully stood firm within these rules, making even the Road to Hell seem to tremble slightly.

The bloodlust in Sikong Zheng's eyes dimmed slightly, his rampaging murderous intent was suppressed, his rationality gradually returned, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"Phew~," only then did Sikong Zheng breathe a sigh of relief, his face relaxed, and his mind calmed down.

Sikong Zheng took two steps forward, his domain surrounding him, and quietly looked at the narrow bridge leading into the darkness ahead, below which lay a pool of blood.

Sikong Zheng's lips curled into a sinister and unrestrained smile.

Sikong Zheng suppressed his wicked smile, crossed his arms, and stepped onto the narrow bridge that could only accommodate one person at a time.

Centered on his body, Sikong Zheng subtly controlled the divine tree domain, which stretched for hundreds of meters in diameter, creating a vibrant green world separated from the blood-red one.

The unknown darkness ahead did not frighten Sikong Zheng in the slightest; his terrifying strength was enough to suppress everything.

After traveling about four hundred meters, through the perception of the Divine Tree Domain, Sikong Zheng finally raised his head slightly and gazed at the distant sky.

Looking towards the sky diagonally above where Sikong Zheng was looking, there was no movement at all; it was still a void and darkness, as if there was nothing there.

Okay, he admits that he can't see anything either, since he doesn't have the Purple Demon Eye.

However, Sikong Zheng had already sensed the approaching blood cloud through the diffusion of his domain.

No, to be precise, it was a vast army of blood bats, buzzing as they advanced.

Sikong Zheng gradually narrowed his domain, reducing its area to within ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), while continuing to advance slowly forward without stopping.

The blood-red bats flew very fast and were close in no time.

Their eyes are also blood-red. When they spot their target, they squeal and bar their sharp fangs. Thousands of blood bats flap their wings together, creating a stench.

Upon spotting their target, the blood bats shrieked and swooped down towards Sikong Zheng.

With a whoosh, the blood bats suddenly entered within ten feet, their flight speed abruptly becoming unstable. Their originally rapid forward lunges suddenly became chaotic, and they collided with each other amidst their squawking.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~," accompanied by a series of shrill screams, the blood bats that were pouncing forward fell into the lava below like meteors.

On the narrow path in front of Sikong Zheng, a large number of thick tree roots extended out, like the scythe of death, frantically harvesting the blood bats that had invaded within a ten-zhang radius.

Within ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), was his absolute domain; no blood bat could break through this barrier.