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Eighty-eight...

Eighty-nine...

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Ninety-nine...

Lu Ming originally thought that it would take at least a year to finish the remaining dozen or so matches, but the King of Slaughter started to arrange matches for him like he was just giving up, and in just one month, there was only one match left.

"Has the King of Slaughter gone mad, or is he plotting something else?"

As Lu Ming walked out of the killing arena, his brows furrowed, sensing that something was very wrong.

Although the King of Slaughter is the administrator of the City of Slaughter, this is the place where the God of Asura selects his successor, and he also needs to abide by the rules here, at most engaging in some minor actions within the scope permitted by the rules.

But simply giving up like this is absolutely impossible, because the Rakshasa God's corruption means the King of Slaughter will not allow a God of Slaughter to be born so easily.

"What could be the reason?!"

Lu Ming couldn't figure it out until the hundredth game.

The hundredth match came more suddenly than he expected.

The arena was no longer a battle of seven people at the same time as usual. This time, Lu Ming was fighting alone. The man was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, with a stubble beard and messy hair. His bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent, and he held a huge black hammer in his hand.

"Tang Hao..." Lu Ming was somewhat surprised and understood the King of Slaughter's plan: he wanted Tang Hao, the God of Slaughter, to kill him.

"No wonder the matches are scheduled so frequently. It turns out my last opponent is Tang Hao. That guy probably tracked me down and chased me all the way here!"

Tang Hao's answer confirmed Lu Ming's conjecture.

"I've finally found you." Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, like rough rocks rubbing against each other. "You killed Xiao San, you killed my son... Only by killing you can I face A Yin..."

A crimson blaze erupted from his eyes. He took a step forward, and the stone bricks beneath his feet cracked in a spiderweb pattern. The Killing God Domain unfolded, and a crimson halo enveloped the entire arena. Nine spirit rings rose one by one from beneath his feet.

Under the influence of the God of Slaughter Domain, even in the City of Slaughter, Tang Hao could unleash his Soul Rings and Soul Skills, and even unleash the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate technique—the Great Sumeru Hammer.

As he took a step forward, his first four spirit rings shattered, and a massive surge of spirit power poured into the Clear Sky Hammer, making the already enormous Clear Sky Hammer even larger, with the hammerhead resembling a millstone.

Tang Hao's face turned deathly pale the moment he unleashed the Great Sumeru Hammer, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not afraid of you now!"

Lu Ming also stepped forward, and the Taiji Diagram Martial Soul instantly appeared above his head and began to rotate, with Yin and Yang energies constantly falling down. Mo Yuan also appeared in his right hand. Even though he couldn't use his soul skills, he was not afraid at all.

After absorbing Xiao Wu's soul ring and three immortal herbs, Lu Ming's strength has been increasing rapidly, especially his physical body, which has long exceeded the imagination of people in the Douluo World. His single arm has the strength of 100,000 jin.

Attacks from ordinary Soul Saints couldn't even scratch him. Title Douluos also had a hard time breaking through his defenses. That's why he was confident he could go toe-to-toe with Super Douluos, let alone a Haotian Douluo who was still recovering from serious injuries.

Although the Great Sumeru Hammer is powerful, Lu Ming himself has similar moves.

"Destruction - Open!"

This wasn't a soul skill, but rather a result that Lu Ming simulated using the Lesser Formless Skill after the Destruction Soul Skill was activated. Its power was in no way inferior to the original soul skill.

He knew that spirit rings, which were like shackles, would eventually shatter. In order to preserve these spirit skills, he had long ago tried to retain them through the Lesser Formless Technique and turn them into cultivation techniques. Fortunately, he succeeded in the end. Now, their power and stability may not be as good as the original, but their potential is definitely above that of spirit skills.

"Die!"

With a roar, the Haotian Hammer crashed down with the force to shatter mountains and split the earth.

Before the hammer even arrived, the violent air pressure had already created a dent several meters deep in the ground, and the entire Killing City shook violently under the residual force of the hammer.

Lu Ming looked up and watched the earth-shattering hammer shadow descend from the sky.

He didn't dodge; the 3,800-pound black heavy sword felt weightless in his hands, with black and white energies flowing endlessly along its blade. A Tai Chi diagram flew out from above his head, transforming into a halo behind him, the yin and yang fish connected head to tail, slowly rotating. The yin and yang energies poured down from the halo, seeping into his limbs and bones like mercury.

Under the combined influence of the simulated Martial Soul True Body and the two Soul Skills of Destruction, Lu Ming's aura surged to a level that made the entire arena tremble. The Yin and Yang energies clashed wildly within his body, each collision unleashing a terrifying power capable of tearing apart a Title Douluo.

Heaven and man are one.

A sense of carnage.

The mood of death.

With one realm and two moods simultaneously enhanced, black and white light and shadow intertwined and flowed deep within his pupils.

Mo Yuan rose.

"Leave blank space."

The moment the heavy sword was swung, the world lost its color. A long ink scroll unfurled in the void, depicting the ink outlines of countless mountains and valleys, and the white streaks of rushing rivers. Where the sword's mark passed, all brilliance vanished into nothingness like ink blots, crashing heavily into the Haotian Hammer.

"Leave blank space."

The moment the heavy sword was swung, the world lost its color. A long ink scroll unfurled in the void, depicting the ink outlines of countless mountains and valleys, and the white streaks of rushing rivers. Where the sword's mark passed, all brilliance vanished into nothingness like ink blots, crashing heavily into the Haotian Hammer.

boom!

The violent impact even sent the group of evil soul masters in the audience flying. The Clear Sky Hammer's strike, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was blocked in mid-air by Lu Ming's sword.

Tang Hao's expression changed. He could sense that the power he unleashed was not as strong as Lu Ming's.

"This is impossible..." Tang Hao roared, a flicker of disbelief crossing his eyes before being consumed by an even fiercer rage. "Then we'll die together! Great Sumeru Hammer!"

The remaining five spirit rings surrounding the 100,000-year spirit ring all exploded, making the Clear Sky Hammer even larger, like a small mountain. This was his final strike, a strike delivered with all his might. The injuries inflicted on him by Bibi Dong were far too severe; he hadn't dared to use his full strength before, only intending to kill Lu Ming and then return to Holy Soul Village to die beside Ah Yin.

It now seems he underestimated Lu Ming, a Soul Saint, and his only option is to prioritize killing this mistress's enemy.

The Haotian Hammer crashed down like a mountain, encompassing the entire arena and leaving Lu Ming with no way to dodge. He could only take the blow head-on. He shouldn't even think about running off the arena to escape; doing so would be a violation of the rules, giving the King of Slaughter a reason to take action personally. He was no match for the King of Slaughter at the moment.

"Teleportation!"

Faced with such a predicament, Lu Ming did not panic at all. Armor appeared on his right leg, and then with a flash of pink light, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared above the Haotian Hammer, dodging the fatal blow.

"What?!"

Tang Hao's expression changed drastically. He tried to change the trajectory of the Clear Sky Hammer, but unfortunately, the Great Sumeru Hammer was too powerful, making it extremely difficult to change direction, especially since he was already seriously injured.

"He actually had a piece of soul bone hidden away!"

Even the King of Slaughter, lurking in the shadows, turned incredibly grim. His previously sure-fire plan had been completely reversed by the appearance of this soul bone, and Tang Hao was doomed to lose.

Lu Ming's figure darted through the air, instantly arriving beside Tang Hao. At that moment, Qiu Bai Sword was drawn, its tip piercing Tang Hao's throat.

"Let's die together!"

Tang Hao's face became extremely ferocious and crazed. Endless blood-red light began to bloom on the Clear Sky Hammer, and its size actually increased, with countless cracks covering the hammer body.

"boom!"

A blood-red mushroom cloud rose up, and the entire killing arena was reduced to ashes in the self-destruction of the Clear Sky Hammer. All the evil soul masters in the stands were also reduced to ashes in the explosion.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

Lu Ming knelt on one knee amidst the rubble, supported by Mo Yuan. He had more than a dozen bloody marks of varying depths on his body, wounds inflicted by fragments of the Haotian Hammer after the explosion. He was panting heavily.

"I almost died... Hahaha!"

Lu Ming was filled with relief. If he hadn't used his Invincible Golden Body in time, he would probably have been reduced to ashes in the self-destruction of the Clear Sky Hammer. However, even so, the terrifying explosion broke through the Invincible Golden Body's defenses, seriously injuring him.

Tang Hao had already been reduced to ashes in the explosion, as were his soul bones and storage soul tools, which Lu Ming found regrettable.

Seeing the huge hole that appeared below after the Killing Arena disappeared, Lu Ming knew that was the Road to Hell. He braced himself and jumped down with all his might, landing quickly on the stone bridge.

The Road to Hell is a narrow stone bridge with bottomless abysses on either side, below which churns scorching, blood-red magma. The red glow of the magma reflects off the stone walls, turning the entire road a deep, infernal crimson. The air is thick with the pungent stench of sulfur and blood, and waves of heat wash over you; each breath feels like a mouthful of molten iron being poured into your lungs.