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Lu Ming leaned on Mo Yuan's arm and stood on the stone bridge for a moment. Waves of heat from the Hell Road washed over his face, carrying the mixed smell of sulfur and rotting flesh. His wounds were still bleeding, some so deep that bone was visible, but compared to the disheveled state he was in when he took the blow from the Haotian Hammer's self-destruction, he had recovered considerably.

The regenerative power of the Everlasting Youth and Longevity Technique was taking effect; he could feel the granulation tissue at the edges of his wounds twitching slightly, and the severed tendons reconnecting one by one. His body, tempered by countless trials, recovered at a speed far exceeding ordinary people's imagination.

"The Road to Hell..." he murmured, his gaze sweeping over the narrow stone bridge beneath his feet, barely wide enough for one person to pass at a time. The bridge was less than three feet wide, with bottomless abysses on either side, their bottoms churning with dark red lava. The red glow of the lava, filtering through the rising heat, reflected off the stone walls, turning the entire road a deep, infernal red.

Lu Ming did not stop and slowly moved forward, because the lava below was rising slowly. If he could not pass through in time, he would eventually be swallowed by the lava and perish.

The sound of flapping wings came from afar. It started softly, like wind rustling through leaves, but quickly grew denser and louder, like a thousand horses surging up from the depths of an abyss. Lu Ming stopped, the tip of Qiu Shui's sword pointing diagonally at the bridge, black and white light silently shifting deep within his pupils.

coming.

The first blood bat burst forth from the abyss on the left side of the bridge. It was small, with a wingspan of no more than three feet, but its entire body was covered in a layer of blood-red scales that shimmered with a metallic sheen under the red glow of the lava. Then came the second, the third… dozens, hundreds, thousands of blood bats, like a black torrent gushing from the depths of hell, surging towards the figure on the stone bridge.

Lu Ming made a move.

Autumn Water transformed into a silver curtain of light in his hand, sword light spreading out before him like flowing water. With each thrust, the tip of the sword precisely struck the brow of a dark gold bat. The soft sword straightened abruptly upon impact, concentrating its penetrating force on a single point, piercing directly through the bat's skull.

One sword, one enemy; no more, no less.

He wasted not a single ounce of strength. In his state of perfect harmony with nature, the flight paths of every bat within a radius of several dozen feet were crystal clear to him. He didn't need his eyes to see, nor his ears to hear; his body naturally knew where to strike next, how much force to use, and at what angle.

As he unleashed his killing intent, his eyes turned blood-red without him even realizing it. It was an instinct he had honed through ninety-nine life-or-death battles in the City of Slaughter; death was no longer something to think about, but as natural as breathing.

Fifty bats fell.

One hundred.

Three hundred.

The blood-red bat corpses fell into the abyss like raindrops, exploding into tiny sparks in the lava. But more bats poured out of the abyss, seemingly endless. Their shrill cries merged into a chilling sonic wave that echoed repeatedly in the narrow abyss, making the stone bridge tremble slightly.

Lu Ming began to walk forward.

He couldn't stop on this section of the bridge. There were too many blood bats; once surrounded on the narrow stone bridge, even the best swordsmanship would eventually run out. He had to move forward and find the end of the Hell Road.

The sword light danced faster and faster in his hands, and the sword light was no longer a series of individual sword marks, but rather connected into silver threads, weaving an impenetrable sword net around him.

After walking about three hundred steps, the swarm of dark gold bats suddenly dispersed. They stopped attacking and instead hovered in the air on both sides of the stone bridge, emitting a low, humming sound similar to war drums.

Lu Ming stopped and looked up ahead.

The stone bridge narrowed abruptly about fifty feet ahead, the bridge surface shrinking from three feet wide to less than a foot, barely wide enough for one foot to step on. And at the end of that narrow bridge, a huge, dark red figure was coiled up.

It was a snake.

To be precise, it was a gigantic serpent. Its body was extremely large; the part coiled on the bridge alone took up nearly twenty zhang (approximately 60 meters) in length. Ten strange fleshy growths on its back emitted a crimson glow.

Ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpents.

Lu Ming recognized the thing. An ancient mythical beast, a primordial species.

Beneath the ten-headed blazing serpent, the bridge surface is almost entirely occupied by its body. To cross the Hell Road, one must either step over this serpent or kill it.

"The Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent's heads haven't fully grown yet; its weakness lies in those fleshy growths." Lu Ming recalled the plot of Douluo Continent, clearly understanding the weakness of the creature before him. He took a deep breath, and the blade of Qiushui trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry.

The cold, serpentine eyes gleamed in the darkness, each one flashing with the cruel light characteristic of a predator. The enormous, dark red snake head slowly opened its mouth, revealing four curved fangs, each as thick as a human arm.

"hiss--"

With a piercing hiss, the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent opened its blood-red maw, and a dark red pillar of fire erupted from the depths of its throat, sweeping along the stone bridge toward Lu Mingxi. Wherever the pillar of fire passed, the rocks on the bridge surface were scorched red and cracked, and the air on both sides was distorted and deformed under the high temperature.

Lu Ming lightly touched the ground with his toes and gracefully retreated. At the same time, he flipped his left hand, transforming his internal energy into the extremely yin and cold ice attribute. A beam of ice-blue light shot out from his palm and collided with the dark red pillar of fire.

呲——

The moment ice and fire collided, huge plumes of steam exploded on the bridge surface, and white mist instantly engulfed the entire stone bridge. Taking advantage of the steam's cover, Lu Ming's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, his figure appeared directly above the dark red snake's head. Autumn Water Sword pointed downwards, his entire being becoming one with the sword, like a silver needle piercing one of the fleshy growths. The sword tip pierced the scales with a piercing metallic scraping sound, and Autumn Water's straight blade sank more than three feet into the growth.

The tumor's light suddenly dissipated, and the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent let out a heart-wrenching roar, causing the narrow stone bridge to shake violently. But Lu Ming did not pause for a moment, because the attack had already begun.

The ten Fiery Sun Serpents turned their heads and spewed out countless crimson mists, enveloping the entire space.

"Splashing ink".

This move was originally a sword technique performed with a heavy sword, using brute force to overcome skill, with wide and sweeping movements. But now he was using a soft sword, the sword intent remained the same, but the sword style was completely different. The icy blue sword light flowed upwards like an extremely cold waterfall, cleaving through the oncoming poisonous mist.

The poisonous mist hissed the moment it came into contact with the sword light, and the water vapor generated by the collision of high temperature and extreme cold exploded in the air.

The Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent let out a sharp hiss, its massive body whipping around as its tail swept across like a battering ram. The terrifying force whipped up pebbles from the stone bridge, sending them hurtling towards Lu Ming like cannonballs, each one capable of piercing the defenses of a Soul Saint.

Lu Ming's figure darted through the attacks of the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpents with lightning speed. He pushed his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and teleportation to their limits, each step landing precisely in the gaps between attacks, each sword strike landing precisely on the vital points of the tumor. In his hands, Qiu Shui (another martial arts technique) was sometimes as soft as a ribbon wrapping around the serpent's neck, sometimes as hard as a steel needle piercing its eye socket, unpredictable and ever-changing.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one...

Autumn Water unleashed its attacks like a torrential downpour, each sword precisely piercing into a different tumor. The ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent trembled violently, its massive body slamming into the narrow stone bridge, causing it to shake uncontrollably.

But Lu Ming didn't breathe a sigh of relief—the destruction caused by the tumor hadn't diminished the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent's aura in the slightest; on the contrary, it had made him even more frenzied. His enormous mouth opened, and he spat out a round, crimson pill.

"Feibai!"

Seeing this, Lu Ming soared into the air, becoming one with the sword. He drew a black and white arc in the air and accurately pierced the brow of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent. At the same time, with a thought, he put the inner core of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent into his storage space.

Without its inner core, the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter, unable to withstand Lu Ming's attacks at all.

Lu Ming gripped the sword hilt with both hands, pouring all the remaining true energy in his body into Mo Yuan. Black and white energies intertwined wildly on the heavy sword's blade, condensing at the tip into a chaotic sword beam powerful enough to tear everything apart. He aimed the sword tip at the head of the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent, and together with Mo Yuan, he crashed to the ground.

"The finishing touch!"

Mo Yuan's sword tip plunged into the head of the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent. With a twist of the massive blade, the enormous serpent head flew off and landed in the lava below.

"Hoo—" He exhaled a long breath, stepped over the corpse of the Fiery Sun Serpent, and continued forward along the gradually narrowing stone bridge. The last step that had almost caused Tang San to fail was actually very easy for Lu Ming. He teleported to the exit in a few moments and then took a step out.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ming felt his consciousness go black, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he was greeted by a beautiful valley with clear water and lush mountains. The scenery was so refreshing that even the tension he had maintained in the killing city began to ease.

With a thought, a crimson halo expanded outwards from Lu Ming, covering an area of ​​a hundred meters in radius. Everything within that range was now under his control; it seemed he could do anything he wanted.

The God of Slaughter Domain is complete.