Chapter 379: You Must Leave Your Spear

"Hum!"

Amidst the Title Douluo's shrill screams, streaks of silver light erupted from the Silver Dragon Spear, piercing into his palms like countless fine silver needles, then enveloping his entire body.

"Ssh!"

And just at this moment, Qin Jian behind him held his Sword in a reverse grip, his eyes suffused with blood-red light, a Killing Aura staining even his martial soul blood-red, and then... he thrust it down fiercely.

"Pfft!"

With a crisp piercing sound, the Sword penetrated the chest.

"Uh..."

The Title Douluo's screams came to an abrupt end.

He turned his head with difficulty: "Wh... why... does your spear... move on its own?"

Hu Liena, at the edge of the arena, heard this and couldn't help but shake her head and laugh: "That spear of his doesn't just move on its own, it even hits people on its own!"

"This Title Douluo's scheming was actually quite good, but it's a pity Qin Jian was playing him at his own game; even if the target hadn't been his spear, he likely would have been counter-killed anyway."

Tang San sighed: "To be able to slay a Title Douluo, the gap between us is getting wider and wider; it really makes one lose the courage to catch up..."

Hu Liena glanced at him: "I gave up the idea of catching up to him long ago; as long as I can stand by his side in the future, that's enough. I didn't expect you to have such lofty and unrealistic thoughts."

She turned back to look at Qin Jian's figure, a hint of infatuation appearing on her face: "His radiance is so dazzling, no one can even be mentioned in the same breath as him!"

Tang San looked at her sideways.

To be able to say such nauseating words, this woman was already beyond saving, he was certain...

In the arena.

Qin Jian withdrew his martial soul, recalled the Silver Dragon Spear, and stood quietly in the center.

This could be considered his habit; he intentionally lingered for a while to absorb the Spirit power.

"Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! Silver Dragon King! ——"

This time, the cheers were more fervent than ever, the manic atmosphere almost overturning the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.

"Swish!"

This time, after Qin Jian finished absorbing the Spirit power, he did not leave the arena as usual, but remained standing there, a storm of killing intent suddenly sweeping out from his body.

The blood-colored killing intent spread across the sky like Wind Sweeps the Clouds, and the Slaughter Arena instantly fell into dead silence.

Over these three years, the Fallen Ones killed by Qin Jian had long exceeded ten thousand, and the Killing Aura on his body had grown to a level that even Tang San could not compare to.

Although killing intent cannot be equated with strength, under this Killing Aura, many people would lose the courage to fight.

"Please open... the Hell Road."

Qin Jian's voice seemed to come from within Ice, making everyone involuntarily shiver.

They knew that this was the Silver Dragon King, having passed a hundred matches, requesting the opening of the Hell Road...

"Congratulations, powerful Silver Dragon King..."

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from all directions, and a powerful pressure caused the killing intent on Qin Jian's body to recoil instantly.

At the same time, a blood-red figure appeared in mid-air.

"King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! King of Slaughter! ——"

The atmosphere inside the entire Hell Slaughter Arena reached its peak instantly, all the Fallen Ones were roaring at the sky, and the fanatical look made Qin Jian's scalp tingle.

A group of believers completely controlled by Yellow Spring Dew, huh...

"You want to enter the Hell Road?"

The King of Slaughter, shrouded in blood-red, looked down and asked, his voice low and filled with killing intent.

Under the pressure of his killing intent, Qin Jian could not help but take half a step back.

"Swish swish!"

At this moment, Tang San and Hu Liena appeared on his left and right, resisting that terrifying Killing Aura together.

"Yes, please open... the Hell Road!" the three said in unison.

The King of Slaughter clearly paused for a moment.

His gaze swept over the three of them one by one, finally landing on Qin Jian: "To open the Hell Road... is possible, but the Silver Dragon King must leave behind the spear in his hand."

"What?"

Hu Liena exclaimed in shock.

The Fallen Ones, who had been in a frenzy, also stalled for a moment.

After all, winning a hundred consecutive matches to enter the Hell Road was the rule of Slaughter City; no one had ever heard of having to leave one's weapon behind.

"It is not that I am intentionally breaking the rules, but that you have broken the rules of my Slaughter City..."

Seeming to know what everyone was confused about, before Qin Jian and the others could ask, the King of Slaughter's voice rumbled across the entire arena: "You used this spear to take away the Spirit power of all the dead souls; this violates the rules of Slaughter City."

Everyone was stunned.

After all, absorbing Spirit power was too horrifying, and furthermore, judging by the King of Slaughter's meaning, Qin Jian had absorbed all of it.

"King of Slaughter, what evidence do you have to prove that my spear took away all the Spirit power?"

If one could deny it, of course one would; Qin Jian had no interest in discussing benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, or trust with the King of Slaughter.

"Heh, ridiculous!"

The killing intent on the King of Slaughter's body became even more immense: "Originally, I indeed had no evidence to testify against you, but your spear just absorbed the Spirit of a Title Douluo, and as it happens, I had placed a mark on this Title Douluo's Spirit!"

As he pointed his finger, a blood-red glow suddenly radiated from the Silver Dragon Spear.

"Qin Jian... the Spirit of a Title Douluo needs half an hour to digest..."

Na'er's helpless voice sounded from the bottom of his heart at the same time.

Qin Jian nodded imperceptibly: "After all, he is the King of Slaughter; with intentional scheming, it is indeed impossible for us to cover it up completely."

"What else do you have to say?!"

The King of Slaughter's rage made all the Fallen Ones tremble in fear.

But Qin Jian just smiled, looked up, and said, "King of Slaughter, if I remember correctly, in the Slaughter City, everything belonging to the dead belongs to the killer, right?"

"The Spirit power I absorbed has always come from those Fallen Ones who died by my hand; this shouldn't violate the rules."

The King of Slaughter frowned: "All Spirits belong to the Slaughter City."

"It seems no one has ever said that," Qin Jian said indifferently.

"You dare defy me?!"

There was nothing more to say; the King of Slaughter began to radiate an imposing aura, intending to suppress Qin Jian.

Qin Jian directly pulled out a token: "I think the King of Slaughter should know who is behind us; you wouldn't want to offend her, would you?"

The King of Slaughter's cheeks, hidden under the blood-red veil, twitched uncontrollably.

He truly did not want to offend Bibi Dong; not to mention the threat of her own Killing God Domain, he could not easily tear up the agreement with the Spirit Hall.

Otherwise, his Slaughter City would be gone!

At this moment, Qin Jian was also operating his Quantum Brain: "I have only absorbed the Spirits of ten thousand people; for the entire Slaughter City, that is not much. Why is he so insistent on keeping the Silver Dragon Spear?"

"You want me to return this Spirit power to the Slaughter City, is that it?" Qin Jian suddenly asked.

"Qin Jian?" Na'er's voice carried confusion.

Qin Jian said in his heart: "Don't worry, this is the power you used to transform into human form early; how could I return it to him? I am just testing him..."

"No."

The King of Slaughter said, to everyone's surprise: "I do not allow anything capable of absorbing Spirit power to exist; you must leave your spear behind."

"I see..."

Connecting this to the things found in the Hell Road, Qin Jian roughly guessed why the King of Slaughter was so insistent on keeping the Silver Dragon Spear...

Fifth update

(End of this chapter)