Douluo Continent: Starting with the Fire-Breathing Dragon Martial Soul!

Chapter 277 A Blatant Threat!

On the top floor of the Hell Killing Fields, in a luxuriously decorated room.

The King of Slaughter sat on his wide, blood-red throne, his fingers lightly tapping the armrests, his brows furrowed, his expression extremely grim.

The City of Slaughter was his home turf. Although he couldn't restrict the God of Slaughter's freedom of movement, he could still sense the God of Slaughter's comings and goings.

Just now, he clearly sensed two auras.

A surge of energy emanated from the entrance outside the city; it was the energy of a newcomer entering.

The other one—that repulsive aura of the God of Slaughter's Domain—appeared directly in the inner city.

Not long after the God of Slaughter from the Spirit Hall left, another God of Slaughter from the Clear Sky Sect arrived.

Realizing this, the King of Slaughter frowned.

A graceful woman walked to the throne, gently placed her hand on the King of Slaughter's shoulder, and spoke softly.

"Your Majesty, why do you feel sorrow?"

"Is it because of the Blood Asura?"

"We recently extended an invitation to Blood Asura to become a member of the Killing City, but Blood Asura has not given a positive response."

Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter shook his head.

"It is not the Blood Asura. The Blood Asura is powerful and extremely suitable for the City of Slaughter."

But both his background and his current state indicate that even if he were to obtain a hundred victories and qualify for the Hell Road, he would have no chance of surviving it.

The charming woman blinked, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Why is that?

She leaned down, her red lips almost touching the ear of the King of Slaughter.

"Judging solely from strength, Blood Asura is undoubtedly extremely suitable for the Slaughter City. Although he is only at the sixth ring of cultivation, his physical attributes are exceptionally strong, no less than those of an ordinary Title Douluo."

"Moreover, his own martial soul ability is quite suitable for the scenario where soul ring skills cannot be used in the City of Slaughter."

"For Blood Asura, such limitations actually make him stronger than others of the same cultivation level."

"If even a powerhouse like Blood Asura couldn't clear the Hell Road, then I'm very curious, what kind of geniuses were those eight Killing Gods who were able to clear the Hell Road?"

The King of Slaughter glanced coldly at his favored concubine, who had become increasingly disrespectful because of his affection, and his expression turned icy.

But soon, he slowly offered an explanation, as if to vent his frustration: "Because Blood Asura's abilities are extremely compatible with the City of Slaughter, he has become much stronger than when he first entered under the influence of the City of Slaughter, and at the same time, he has become more and more prone to losing control."

"In order to quickly improve his strength, Blood Asura absorbed too much blood energy here. The fact that he can still remain conscious is already an amazing testament to his willpower."

But if you step onto the road to hell—”

The King of Slaughter paused, a hint of mockery in his voice, "The Hell Road will unleash all the killing intent within any intruder."

Given Blood Asura's current state, once he enters, his killing intent will inevitably surge, and he will lose all reason. Under such circumstances, there is absolutely no way he can walk out of Hell Road alive.

"After achieving a hundred victories, joining the Killing City and becoming one of my subordinates is his only way out in the future."

The charming woman nodded thoughtfully, then a worried look appeared on her face.

"But Your Majesty, compared to Blood Asura, what worries me more is that God of Slaughter from the Spirit Hall."

"She has already sent a descendant—"

"Her purpose in sending her descendants to the City of Slaughter was naturally very simple: she wanted her successors to pass through the Hell Road, obtain the God of Slaughter Domain, and become the new God of Slaughter."

The King of Slaughter's face turned completely grim.

After a long while, the charming woman cautiously spoke, "Great King, I have an idea."

"We can arrange for them to meet up beforehand. That way, we won't have to worry."

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"Given Blood Asura's strength, taking her down would be effortless. All we need to do is arrange for Blood Asura and her to compete in the same match—"

"shut up!"

A shout interrupted her.

The King of Slaughter suddenly stood up, unleashing a terrifying killing intent that caused the temperature in the entire room to plummet.

The beautiful woman turned pale with fright and knelt down with a thud.

"Your Majesty—Your Majesty, please forgive me—"

Two beams of blood-red light shot out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter and landed on the woman.

The woman let out a piercing scream, her body trembling violently.

"Don't think that just because I dote on you, you can say whatever you want."

"Having traversed the Hell Road, the God of Slaughter can return to the Slaughter City at any time. The rule of the Hell Slaughter Arena: Fallen warriors with more than fifty wins will not meet in the same match."

"Moreover, within their God of Slaughter Domain, any Soul Master can regain the ability to use Soul Skills."

"Otherwise, why do you think I would compromise with them?"

The woman could no longer speak, and could only shake her head desperately, her eyes filled with pleading.

Before long, the woman's delicate charm vanished completely.

It turned into a pool of blood and merged into the blood pool in the room.

"I just hope that under normal circumstances she can't last to 100 games, let alone get through the hell road."

"Otherwise, if a new god of death appears, the calamity of the Slaughter City will also come."

The King of Slaughter's peace did not last long.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

A black-armored guard knelt on one knee outside the door. "Your Majesty—someone—someone wants to see you."

The King of Slaughter frowned.

"Who?"

He said—his name is Tang Hao.

The King of Slaughter's face instantly turned ashen.

After a moment of silence, he waved his hand.

"Let him in."

"Yes."

The black-armored guards, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly withdrew.

Shortly after, footsteps were heard.

Tang Hao, dressed in simple clothes, slowly walked into the room.

The King of Slaughter sat on his throne, his gaze fixed on Tang Hao, his pupils contracting almost imperceptibly.

Tang Hao was also sizing him up.

The person before me was shrouded in a wide, blood-red robe, with a pale face and completely blood-red eyes.

But for some reason, Tang Hao had a strange sense of familiarity.

He frowned, quickly banishing the unsettling sense of familiarity from his mind.

He simply took it as an illusion created by the domain of the God of Slaughter.

"King of Slaughter," Tang Hao said.

"I've heard so much about you."

The King of Slaughter forced a smile, "What brings the esteemed Haotian Douluo here?"

Tang Hao didn't waste any words.

He took a step forward.

boom!

A terrifying surge of soul power erupted from his body, and nine soul rings appeared one by one.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

The moment the last crimson 100,000-year soul ring appeared, the throne beneath the King of Slaughter groaned under the unbearable weight.

Tang Hao made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a giant hammer engraved with stark white patterns appeared in his hand.

Haotian Hammer.

Tang Hao calmly looked at the King of Slaughter, adopting an attitude that said, "I'm not here to discuss things with you, I'm here to inform you!"

The King of Slaughter's expression turned completely ugly.

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