Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Whoosh! A large number of blood bats scattered, distancing themselves from Sikong Zheng and no longer daring to approach, letting out piercing screams as if pleading for help.

"Heh, trying to get help from the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King? Too bad, you won't be able to see it."

Sikong Zheng's eyes, hidden beneath his black robe, were bloodshot as he chuckled coldly.

Boom! The Divine Tree Domain erupted instantly, its turquoise expanse forcibly stripping two hundred meters of this world away, enveloping all the blood bats within.

Sikong Zheng, who stood suspended in mid-air on the tree roots, his tattered black robe fluttered gently, like a divine enemy, his power overwhelming all around.

Sikong Zheng smiled wildly, slowly clenching his fist in the air with one hand, like a tyrant arrogantly announcing the death sentence for his clan:

"The Blood Bat clan will be wiped out today."

Dozens of thick tree roots surged forth, responding to Sikong Zheng's command, and began to slaughter the panicked blood bats. Each strike took away hundreds of blood bats.

Instantly, a torrential downpour of blood rained down within the Divine Tree's domain.

Sikong Zheng returned to his domain and said coldly:

"Didn't expect that, did you, Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King? Your underlings are all gone. I'd like to see how you devour them to recover."

Before long, directly ahead of the narrow path, below it, hung upside down a gigantic creature. Bathed in the surrounding pale red light, it emitted a dark golden glow.

A pair of enormous wings slowly unfurled from its dark golden body, their terrifying wingspan reaching a staggering ten meters. It abruptly released its claws, and with the flapping of its massive wings, its colossal body took flight.

The three leaders glowed red, their six eyes staring bloodthirstyly at Sikong Zheng.

Suddenly, the three heads looked up and let out eerie screams, as if they were summoning something.

"Scream, scream, keep screaming!"

Sikong Zheng crossed his arms and looked at the roaring dark gold three-headed bat with a mocking expression.

The dark gold three-headed bat stopped roaring, its three heads looking around in confusion as it wondered why its underlings hadn't come to its aid.

Then, it saw the mocking Sikong Zheng below and instantly understood.

"Squeak~," the dark gold three-headed bat roared angrily at Sikong Zheng, its two giant wings flapping rapidly.

A ring of dark red ripples spread out from its head, enveloping Sikong Zheng.

Sikong Zheng quickly rolled over to dodge, and the narrow path, nearly ten meters long, was shattered, with countless rubble rolling into the blood pool.

Enraged, the three-headed dark gold bat unleashed a series of dark red ripples, blasting nearly thirty meters of the narrow path apart.

"Squeak, squeak~," the three-headed bat flapped its wings, flying around Sikong Zheng and emitting a retaliatory laugh.

"Heh, I'm too lazy to play anymore, I'll just take care of you now."

Sikong Zheng's soul power erupted like a volcano, and four soul rings rose from his body after a long time, with the second and third soul rings shining brightly at the same time.

"The Birth of the Tree Kingdom".

Boom— Due to the narrow path, Sikong Zheng was unable to unleash a large-scale tree-bound birth, and the enormous tree rose up relying on the narrow path.

Three Sikong Zheng emerged from the three large trees. The three clones exchanged a glance, and instantly, all three bodies turned to wood.

The three wooden statues exuded a majestic aura, with three waves of azure energy spreading out, standing imposingly on the tree trunks.

Without saying much, the three bodies ran and leaped rapidly along the curved tree trunk. With each crossover and leap into the air, the thick tree trunk would extend in time to serve as a stepping stone.

The three formed an invincible force, their teamwork flawless, and they swiftly approached the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King.

"Gah!" the three-headed bat cried out in alarm, as dark red ripples blasted towards its three bodies.

A punch, a palm strike, a kick. The fist is like a hammer, the palm strike like a battle-axe, and the kick like an axe.

The three bodies tore through the red markings, smashing, chopping, and hacking at the dark gold three-headed bat king's large head.

The three-headed dark gold bat didn't even have time to transform into a golden bat before the three dark energies collided within its body, instantly blasting it to smithereens.

The three bodies, like three peerless war gods, flew back and gracefully stood on the tree branch, slowly merging into the tree.

Boom— Sikong Zheng turned around, and the huge trees behind him gradually disappeared.

As they went deeper, Sikong Zheng's murderous aura surged. Although his domain temporarily suppressed it, his malevolence gradually intensified.

He took a deep breath; he needed to speed up and get out of this awful place as soon as possible.

Finally, after traveling for a long time, the temperature of the blood pool rose higher and higher.

Then, a pair of golden-red eyes appeared in the darkness, as bright as lanterns.

Sikong Zheng's face was filled with excitement as he stared intently ahead:

"Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpents"

On the snake's head and back, there are nine bulges, each resembling a bright red mushroom, as if blood were flowing inside. The snake's abdomen is particularly large, bulging in the narrow passage, and its body length is at least over ten meters.

As the distance closed from a hundred meters away, the strange snake emitted croaking sounds, like the crying of a baby.

The nine fleshy growths behind it also began to emit a golden-red glow, and the snake's body coiled around the narrow path and moved forward.

Sikong Zheng clasped his hands together, his ten-thousand-year soul ring lit up, and shouted:

"The Art of the Wooden Dragon"

A giant tree rose from the narrow path, a wooden dragon roared out, and thick thorns wrapped around it.

The ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpents were startled when they saw the wooden dragon, which was much larger than themselves. Then, they fiercely attacked each other.

Two enormous creatures took turns suppressing it, turning the Hell Road upside down. Because the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent was a primordial alien species, not a soul beast, the Wood Dragon found it difficult to extract its power.

Although Mu Long had the upper hand, Si Kongzheng was unwilling to prolong the conflict.

He raised a finger, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said disdainfully:

"You wicked creature, you couldn't subdue one dragon, so what will you do with another wooden dragon?"

Immediately, the second wooden dragon bared its fangs and claws, decisively joining the fray to mediate the fight.

The Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent caught sight of another wooden dragon attacking and bit down hard on its neck. Its golden-red snake eyes instantly turned vertical, and its body writhed and trembled violently.

Suddenly, the nine tumors shattered simultaneously, and nine golden-red liquids shot out. The liquids did not shoot straight through the air, but rather shot towards the area above and in front of Sikong Zheng. The nine liquids merged into one in the air, and all the liquids contracted at the same time, turning into a small golden-red ball only the size of a fist.

Sikong Zheng saw through the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent's scheme. His pupils focused, his eyes became serious, and his fingers clenched into fists.

Boom—, even more violent than the combined force of the three bodies, the main body's azure aura was thick and long, beating like a heart.

After being petrified, Sikong Zheng's narrow path beneath his feet exploded, and he appeared before the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent in an instant, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

"Boom! - One strike!"

"Boom! Collapse..." Sikong Zheng seized the opening and slammed his fist into the snake's head with violent force.

One punch exploded nine times; instantly, the nine tumors burst open.

"Thud," Sikong Zheng landed on the narrow path, kneeling on one knee, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other hand tightly gripping the golden-red bead.