Knights descend upon Douluo Continent; death awaits if they do not fight.

"this……"

She couldn't continue.

She has seen countless powerful figures, killed countless soul beasts, and even plotted to become a famous god.

But the young man sitting atop the mountain of corpses, the thing in his eyes…

That's the look in the eyes of someone who has pierced through death.

Spirit world.

The Asura God's pupils contracted violently.

"impossible……"

He held the position of God of Slaughter for millions of years, considering himself the ultimate in slaughter across all the heavens and myriad realms.

But the murderous aura emanating from that person from the lower realm—

He is purer than him.

Even more extreme than him.

That's the aura of someone who has truly crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and killed until there was no one left to kill.

The screen disappeared.

A cold, emotionless voice echoed in the minds of all living beings.

"Live stream has ended."

"Next, let's announce the rules of the Knights game."

"Rule One: The world you see is called the Knight's Arena. From this day forward, anyone—regardless of age, status, or whether they are a Soul Master—may be chosen at any time to enter this world."

In the Star Dou Great Forest, everyone's expression changed.

Anyone? Regardless of identity?

Doesn't that mean—

"Rule Two: The chosen player will receive a Knight Card Box. They must enter the Arena through the card box within 24 hours, or they will die instantly."

"Rule 3: Once you enter, you can freely choose your opponent—the descending monster, the knight of the dead, or the Lord of the Throne."

"Rule Four: The victor will inherit all the abilities of the loser. The loser will die completely."

"Rule Five: Every failure will result in the loser's opponent—a monster or a knight of the dead—descending upon the Douluo Continent."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression turned extremely ugly.

Losers die.

The loser's opponent will arrive.

If anyone present is chosen, they lose—

A monster will appear directly in the Star Dou Great Forest.

They appeared beside them.

"Rule Six: The Descendants will roam freely across the Douluo Continent and continue their hunt. Those killed by them will also perish completely."

Rule Seven: No one can escape. No one is an exception. Not even God.

The realm of the gods fell into a deathly silence.

The Asura God clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

Even God is no exception?

That rule—do you dare say even God is an exception?

"Rule Eight: The Throne Master, Huang Fei—Kamen Rider White Tiger, one of the Four Holy Beasts of Contract Beasts, White Tiger, has killed 3,724 riders and 10,863 monsters—he has descended with the Rider World and is hovering directly above the Douluo Continent."

"He doesn't need to follow any rules."

"He possesses the abilities of all the dead knights."

"He possesses the loyalty of all the dead contracted beasts."

His choice: unknown.

"The final rule—"

"Fight or die."

"Game begins."

The sound disappeared.

The sky returned to normal.

But everyone knew that the figure on the throne of the mountain of corpses, with those cold, emotionless eyes, still hovered above their heads.

Looking down at them.

silence.

A long silence.

Then--

"Oh."

A soft laugh came from Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth.

"Playing tricks."

He raised his head, looking at the seemingly normal sky, his eyes full of disdain.

"What knight world, what throne master? He's just a mortal from the lower realm, barely surviving by clinging to the rules. If he stood before me, he wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow."

Ghost Douluo nodded sinisterly: "Yue Guan is right. The killings in that world were nothing more than the infighting of inferior beings. If this were in Douluo Continent, even if a Title Douluo joined forces, he would surely die."

Xie Yue sheathed his moon blade and sneered, "You made me nervous. Turns out you're just all show and no substance."

Yan chimed in, "Exactly. That Huang Fei killed over three thousand people? Sounds impressive, but that world was too weak. How many people died in the City of Slaughter? In the end, Nana and Tang Yin cleared it out, didn't they?"

Hu Liena did not speak.

She looked at Tang San.

Tang San stood still, looking up at the sky with his brows furrowed.

"Tang Yin?" she called softly.

Tang San did not answer.

He was thinking about the figure sitting on the mountain of corpses.

I'm thinking about those eyes.

I was thinking about that rule—fight or die.

He had been to the killing city. He knew how terrifying such a place could be.

But that world of knights—

It's ten thousand times more terrifying than the Killing City.

At least the Killing City still has rules, and there's still the possibility of leaving.

In that world, only one person can live.

And that person is sitting right above them.

"Tang Yin?" Hu Liena called out again.

Tang San withdrew his gaze, looked at her, and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I was just a little shocked."

"What's so shocking?" Xie Yue sneered. "If that Huang Fei dares to come to Douluo Continent, I'll be the first to confront him."

Tang San did not refute.

He simply looked deeper into the forest.

There, he found the person he wanted to see.

But now, there's another variable.

Spirit world.

The God of Asura stood at the highest point of the temple, looking down at the Douluo Continent below, and at the faintly visible world of knights.

"The rules... are above us?"

He muttered to himself, then gave a cold laugh.

"Then let me see if this rule can withstand the power of the gods."

He raised his hand.

The power of slaughter is condensed.

He wants to smash that damn world to pieces.

But just as the divine power was about to be unleashed—

A chill ran down my spine and straight to my brain.

He froze.

What did he feel?

No, it's not "what".

Who is it?

The person sitting on the throne, with eyes that seemed to look at him through the endless void.

I only glanced at him.

Just one glance.

The Asura God's pupils contracted violently.

There was no threat, no murderous intent, no emotion in that glance.

There is only one thing—

disregard.

Like a person looking at ants at their feet.

No, it's even more thorough than that.

It is the rules themselves that are watching the ants trying to challenge them.

The next second, those eyes looked away.

The Asura God noticed that his hands were trembling.

He is God.

He is the god of slaughter.

It is an existence that has lived for countless years.

His hands were trembling.

"Shura?" The voice of the God of Kindness came from behind: "What's wrong?"

The Asura God slowly lowered his hand, his voice hoarse: "It's nothing."

He paused.

"...Let's take a look first."

Let's see how that world treats these arrogant ants.

In the Starry Sky Forest.

Tang San withdrew his gaze and looked at Hu Liena: "I know where the person you're looking for is."

Hu Liena's eyes lit up: "You know?"

"Come with me."

Tang San turned around and walked into the depths of the forest.

His back view was calm.

But in his heart, a voice was saying:

Xiao Wu, wait for me.

From this day forward, the world will be different.

But we are facing more than just the Spirit Hall.

There was also a person sitting on a mountain of corpses.

That person is watching us.

Waiting to see—

Who will be chosen first?

Who will step into his world first?

Who will go first?

He died there.

On the throne of the mountain of corpses.

Huang Fei remained seated there.

He looked at the indifferent faces below, at the sneers of the high and mighty gods, and at the Asura God who had tried to attack but then withdrew his hand.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's not mockery.

It's not pity.

Just wait.

After they were beaten up.

When they knelt on the ground.

When they finally understood—

Welcome to my world.

There is only one rule here:

Fight or die.

.....