Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

He got up, buried his head, and ran wildly without looking back.

As the temperature rose, Sikong Zheng, whose mind was constantly being stimulated by frenzied killing intent, finally saw an exit.

His divine tree domain continued to expand, and he dared not relax. Without the domain, his mind would have collapsed long ago.

Before him stretched a blood-red ocean. The blood plasma, upon reaching this point, had coalesced into a small lake, blocking his path, with bubbles churning within it.

A distance of one kilometer is like an insurmountable chasm standing in front of me.

Perhaps for Tang San, it would require racking his brains to figure out how to reach the exit, but for Sikong Zheng, it was no challenge at all.

Sikong Zheng stood quietly when suddenly, thick trees rose from the ground beneath his feet, lifting him into the air.

Tree roots sprouted from the top of the cave, which was 200 meters high, and took over Sikong Zheng's position. From beginning to end, Sikong Zheng did not move an inch.

More and more tree roots approached the entrance like a chain, and in the final stretch, the wooden dragon head, topped with the scepter of the sky, soared out and plunged into the white light curtain.

Surrounded by a pure white void, Sikong Zheng could sense the pure killing intent flowing within it, yet that killing intent could not penetrate his body at all.

The Divine Tree Domain he unleashed blocked this snow-white world, preventing the Killing God Domain from forming smoothly. His absolute domain extended for ten zhang around him, and even the Killing God Domain had to submit to it.

"Yes, the Divine Tree Domain is at a higher level." Sikong Zheng calmly watched the killing intent solidify, then instantly withdrew his domain, relaxed his mind, and no longer resisted the baptism of the killing intent.

Instantly, countless icy energies condensed towards Sikong Zheng himself, while countless more icy energies were released from his body.

A bone-chilling cold followed, and as that cold gradually stiffened his heart, his senses began to quietly fade away along with his consciousness.

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A forest beside a large mountain.

"Hee ha ha, ha ha ha, a ha ha ha ha..."

Sikong Zheng revealed a mouthful of gleaming teeth, his face twisted and terrifying, laughing wildly as if he were venting something.

"Domain of the God of Slaughter"

Sikong Zheng roared fiercely, "Hahahaha!"

Boom! A murderous aura suddenly erupted from Sikong Zheng's body, and a vast blood-red domain instantly radiated outwards, covering an area of ​​fifty meters around him.

The tiny lives enveloped within it all trembled under the power of slaughter, deeply terrified by this overwhelming killing intent.

In Sikong Zheng's eyes, the symbol representing the realm of the God of Slaughter was outlined, as if he saw a world of carnage, a desolate graveyard filled with blood and bones, a place of utter terror and slaughter.

Within the God of Slaughter Domain, the opponent's strength will be reduced by 10%, while he himself will be able to unleash 110% of his power. As his martial soul grows, this percentage will increase.

"Ah~, is this the domain of the God of Slaughter? This feeling of wanting to slaughter everything."

Sikong Zheng tilted his head, spread his arms wide in ecstasy, looking just like a demon who had been reborn.

half a month later.

The Heavenly Dou Empire is located outside a forest not far from Heavenly Dou City.

A man with a sharply defined face, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes was walking, but a deep, sinister aura emanated from his brows, ruining his already less-than-handsome appearance and making him look extremely terrifying.

That's right, it was Sikong Zheng, who had just finished his killing spree.

It took Sikong Zheng three years to leave the City of Slaughter, a year later than Tang San in the original story.

The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament is less than a year away.

He is now level 49, just one level away from becoming a Soul King. With his current strength, he can easily crush most people.

Just as Sikong Zheng was pondering how to spend the coming year...

Suddenly, Sikong Zheng frowned; he smelled a faint scent of blood.

Sikong Zheng has been in the City of Slaughter for nearly three years and has thousands of lives on his hands. Calling him a murderous maniac is not an exaggeration at all; otherwise, he would not have earned the title of King of Slaughter.

Spending every day killing people, how familiar must one be with the smell of blood?

Even from a great distance, Sikong Zheng could detect the smell of blood in the air; it was practically an occupational hazard for him.

"The Domain of the Divine Tree".

With a thought, Sikong Zheng unleashed a cyan-green domain that extended in all directions, and a topographical map slowly formed in his mind.

Through the dominion of the divine tree's domain and the perception of numerous plants, he discovered that several people were fighting in the forest.

Moreover, he discovered something valuable: a soul bone.

Sikong Zheng couldn't help but grin. It really came without any effort! He never expected that God would be so kind to him, the pseudo-protagonist.

No matter what kind of soul bone it is, once you encounter it, it is an opportunity, so why not seize it?

Whoever has the bigger fist is right, and the soul bone is mine.

Driven by his inner greed, Sikong Zheng, like a shark, followed the scent of blood.

Sikong Zheng concealed his presence and stealthily crept over, preparing to play the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He planned to wait until they were both severely weakened before reaping the benefits.

He's going to teach them a lesson about what a skilled hunter is, and what the wickedness of society is, hehehe.

Finally, Sikong Zheng concealed his presence and successfully arrived at the scene, only to find that the battle was over.

Seeing the person and several corpses in the scene, he decided to stop hiding.

"Hahaha, the soul bone is mine now! Who? Who is it?"

Sensing the presence, the cold-blooded man turned around and looked at Sikong Zheng, who was dressed in a tattered black robe. His expression immediately changed, and he became wary and on guard.

Sikong Zheng wore a contemptuous smile:

"Excuse me, this soul bone seems to be mine."

The cold-faced man's expression was extremely unpleasant, his face shifting as he forced a smile and said:

"Hehe, you jest, young brother. I hunted this soul beast myself."

"Oh, so what? It has your name on it? Call it and see if it answers."

Sikong Zheng was immediately displeased. It was clearly his soul bone; he shouldn't speak carelessly.

The cold-looking man instantly turned gloomy, and five spirit rings rose from his body—white, yellow, purple, purple, and black—revealing that he was actually a Spirit King.

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"Sigh, why bother? Why bother? Why did you have to steal my soul bone?"

Sikong Zheng shook his head helplessly, feeling sorry for this greedy man.

After wiping the blood from his palm, Sikong Zheng stopped looking at the corpse at his feet and picked up a skull that was flashing white light. This was a skull with spiritual power, which came from the Heart Moon Fox, which was only ten thousand years old, and was the Illusionary Enchanting Skull with a spiritual outburst.

However, Sikong Zheng will not use it. His goal is to win the championship of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament. He will not waste a soul bone slot on that skull of wisdom condensed from more than 50,000 years of spiritual energy.

"Yes," Sikong Zheng nodded with satisfaction, stroking the skull with obvious affection. "This soul bone can be kept for now. There's no shortage of uses for soul bones; you can even give it away."

Just as Sikong Zheng was about to accept the soul bone, a fierce gust of wind descended from the sky.

He was an old man, dressed in a snow-white robe, with his long silver hair neatly combed down his back. He had an ancient appearance, and his eyes were not fully open, but slightly closed. Yet, his every move gave people a very special feeling.