Over the past year, Qin Xuan had become the most dazzling existence in the Slaughter Capital.
It was as if he could never be injured, never grew tired, and never lost himself to the interference of murderous aura.
In just one short year, he had achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories in the Hell Arena.
Such a terrifying speed of consecutive victories completely broke the norm.
If he secured his hundredth victory next and passed the Hell Road, he would shatter the record held by the number one person for nearly a thousand years, becoming the person who took the shortest time in the history of the Slaughter Capital to become a Deathgod.
Compared to when he first arrived, Qin Xuan had lost the spirited enthusiasm and ambition of wanting to punch Qian Xunji, stomp on the Clear Sky School, and marry a beautiful, rich woman.
The cruelty of survival had given him a new understanding of the Douluo Continent.
A trace of coldness was added to his expression, and his dark eyes were dyed with a layer of blood-red.
He even exuded a faint scent of blood.
An icy aura of slaughter quietly permeated the air around him.
Bloodthirsty, brutal…
almost every word associated with ultimate evil in the world could be used to describe it.
This wasn’t an act he put on deliberately; it was the result of being influenced by murderous aura after killing thousands of people in the Slaughter Capital.
Although the [Phoenix Fire] could shield his body from the vast majority of the murderous aura, his martial soul couldn’t avoid it.
After retracting his martial soul into his body, it could still affect him.
It might be fine for a few years, but if things continued like this and he kept killing, he would eventually lose his mind to the slaughter and become a fallen one.
Fortunately, it was all coming to an end.
He was about to achieve his hundredth consecutive victory.
In one year, his strength had seen significant improvement.
As early as his third month in the Slaughter Capital, his soul power had broken the level 60 threshold.
Although he couldn’t advance further because he hadn’t obtained a soul ring, based on his estimates, excluding the soul power boost a soul ring provides, he had probably accumulated enough to increase by at least two or three levels.
To jump nearly three levels in nine months while stuck at the Soul Emperor bottleneck—this was unimaginable in the past.
Even the little scoundrel Tang San in the original story couldn’t achieve this without the Sea God Island cheat codes or a soul beast sacrifice.
And this was all without obtaining a soul ring.
If he did get a soul ring and the soul power cap was lifted, his cultivation speed would be even faster.
But soul power was secondary.
What truly benefited Qin Xuan immensely were the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Techniques and the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique.
Not only had Qin Xuan used this year of life-and-death trials to perfectly blend the Vertical and Horizontal Sword Techniques—allowing him to simultaneously execute a combined attack of Hundred-Step Flying Sword and Eight-Sided Horizontal Sweep at the cost of more than half his soul power…
He had also utilized the high-tier internal energy method of the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique, supplemented by the immortal herb Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum, to unblock all the Eight Extraordinary Meridians in his body.
He had cultivated a protective aura (Gangqi) that not even Ge Nie or Wei Zhuang possessed in the world of The Legend of Qin.
It was no exaggeration to say that within the same level, he practically possessed the “Indestructible Vajra Body” that Tang San mentioned in the original story as the result of consuming the Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum.
The moment he stepped out of the Hell Arena, the fallen ones in the stands, who had been passionately fired up, suddenly fell dead silent.
Some of the closer fallen ones, terrified of provoking this god of slaughter and losing their heads, scattered, opening up a massive path for Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan had no interest in interacting with these fallen ones who had lost themselves to slaughter.
He strode away.
The Hell Arena could no longer pose any threat to him.
The true experts had all been slaughtered by him long before his eightieth victory, including Soul Douluos and Soul Sages.
They had all died under his Eight-Sided Horizontal Sweep or Hundred-Step Flying Sword.
The most pressing matter now was to adjust his essence, energy, and spirit to their peak condition.
Another task was to use the grand roulette to draw a prize and see if he could get something good to prepare for the Hell Road.
The highest building in the center of the inner city of the Slaughter Capital.
A dark and spacious room.
The King of Slaughter sat leisurely, leaning back in a massive, dark red skeletal chair made of crystal.
With his right hand supporting his chin and his left hand holding a cup of blood-colored liquid, he gently swirled it while resting his eyes.
“How is that guy doing?” He suddenly opened his eyes, a scarlet, bloody light flashing within them.
“Great King, the Black Dragon just won another match.
He is now at ninety-nine consecutive victories…”
An icy yet pleasant female voice echoed.
A charming woman around twenty years old, wearing a black veil, slowly stepped out of the darkness, carrying a container filled with Bloody Mary.
It was the very same Emissary of Slaughter who had received Qin Xuan.
“Heh.” The King of Slaughter sneered.
“Just as expected.
Do you think that kid can walk out of the Slaughter Capital?”
The black-veiled woman pondered for a moment before replying thoughtfully, “Achieving a hundred consecutive victories shouldn’t be difficult, but braving the Hell Road…
I fear he lacks the capability.”
“In the Hell Arena, combat skills may be the most important thing, but the Hell Road is different.
His soul power is ultimately too low.
If he were a Soul Sage, he might have a chance.”
“Is that so?
I seem to recall you saying the exact same thing about that Clear Sky School disciple last time.” The King of Slaughter narrowed his eyes, a ferocious glint flashing in his scarlet pupils.
Crash— The container slipped from her hands and shattered on the ground, Bloody Mary spilling everywhere.
The black-veiled woman broke out in a cold sweat.
“Please forgive me, Great King.
This subordinate knows her mistake.
I won’t dare speak out of turn again…”
“Since you know your mistake, this King will give you a chance to redeem yourself.
Raise your head.” The corners of the King of Slaughter’s mouth curled up slightly.
Has this day finally come…?
The Emissary of Slaughter bit her red lip hard and raised her head.
“From a human perspective, your looks are indeed not bad.” The King of Slaughter pinched her chin through her veil.
Then, as if remembering something, a faint wisp of blood-light drifted from the King of Slaughter’s eyes, pulling out two long, bloody fire snakes.
He uttered a sentence that baffled the black-veiled woman: “Don’t worry, this King is temporarily uninterested in the bodies of human women.
I need you to do something for me.”
Even if he was interested, he couldn’t do anything about it.
This body belonged to Tang Chen.
The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King had only been parasitizing it for a little over a decade.
The level of erosion was far inferior to the era when Tang San would brave the Slaughter Capital in the future.
It still couldn’t control the body completely.
If it used Tang Chen’s body to do that, given Tang Chen’s obsession with Bo Saixi, it might trigger another incident like the one with Tang Hao.
The black-veiled woman was stunned.
“Please give your orders, Great King!”
“Every time the Hell Road opens, it brings a massive disaster to the Slaughter Capital.
This King does not wish for a repeat of what happened last time.”
Hearing this, the black-veiled woman felt as if she had received a royal pardon.
“Great King, this subordinate will go contact the Black Dragon immediately.”
Saying this, she picked up the fallen container and was about to walk out of the dark room.
The King of Slaughter stopped her.
“Wait…”
The black-veiled woman paused and stopped in her tracks.
She heard the King of Slaughter say, “When necessary, you can offer your own body.”
“Great King, what if that person refuses?” The black-veiled woman’s expression darkened.
After an internal struggle, she asked hesitantly.