Chapter 268: The Slaughter King

Over half a year passed, and because of Nan Feihuang's frenzied Spirit Fighting, his ranking rose extremely quickly.

In just ten months, he reached ninety consecutive victories; this was only because the Slaughter King arranged his matches more slowly toward the end, otherwise, given his frequency, he would have reached one hundred victories long ago.

During these ten months, with the help of the Ghost God Body's ability to sustain battle through battle, his soul power also increased from level 56 to level 59.

He was only one step away from being a Soul Emperor.

Tang San and Hu Liena had not yet arrived; they were likely still training hard under the guidance of their respective fathers and teachers.

Tang San's current physique was far inferior to that of the original story; if he wanted to master the highest realm of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, the Nine-Nine Return to One, he would inevitably have to spend more time.

Now, an urban legend had emerged in Slaughter City: the most dangerous person here was the one with the lightest killing intent, because you had no idea when they were prepared to kill you, and you wouldn't even feel them when they walked up behind you.

Nan Feihuang now had an additional nickname; he had a very positive image outside of Slaughter City as the "Flying General," but here in Slaughter City, he was the "Ghost God" who made everyone's heart palpitate!

His figure was like a ghost, his halberd technique like a god—this was the evaluation of him by the people here.

In a dark room in the inner city of Slaughter City, the black-veiled woman who had initially guided Nan Feihuang was kneeling on the ground, reporting something to the person in front of her.

"Slaughter King, that Ghost God won again today."

"I know!" An incomparably tall figure sat on the chair in front; although his features were unclear, the boundless domineering aura on his body was enough to make people tremble with fear.

"Great Slaughter King, that Ghost God's halberd technique is truly too sharp, and he is constantly honing his battlefield halberd technique amidst the slaughter. In this past half-year, not only has his level risen extremely fast, but his comprehension of halberd technique is at least several times stronger than before. Furthermore, his halberd, his martial soul, is of an unusually high quality; in situations where soul skills cannot be used, even Spirit Douluo are no match for him, and perhaps even Title Douluo might..."

The black-veiled woman appeared very worried; this was all because of a legend in Slaughter City: the descent of a Slaughter God, a disaster for Hell.

It actually referred to the fact that one day a Slaughter God would appear in Slaughter City, and it would be his appearance that would lead to the destruction of Slaughter City. Originally, this person referred to Tang San, but now, whether he would even come was a question, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to produce the Snowy Swan Kiss, so this legend was actually nothing to worry about.

"Besides the Ghost God, are there any others with a high number of consecutive victories?" the Slaughter King suddenly asked.

The black-veiled woman paused and replied, "Yes, there is one who entered Slaughter City over a dozen years ago. He is very cautious in Spirit Fighting; he often prepares for months and only fights when he is absolutely certain of victory. He currently has eighty-three consecutive victories, second only to the Ghost God. King, are you planning to have them face each other?"

"Of course not. The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena state that Fallen Ones with over fifty victories will not meet in the same match; even I cannot violate that," the Slaughter King said. "However, we can slightly design their match order so that they both complete their one hundred victories at roughly the same time."

"King, are you preparing to let them enter the Hell Road together?" the black-veiled woman immediately realized.

The Slaughter King took a sip of the Bloody Mary in his hand and said in a deep voice, "That's right. That Ghost God is quite special; the hatred in his heart is too weak, and he has never once drunk Bloody Mary, so it is impossible to manipulate him. But the others are different; having been here for so long, they have long since begun to accumulate toxins. As soon as they enter the Hell Road, they will turn into madmen."

"If they enter alone, given the Ghost God's strength, the probability of him passing is extremely high. But if they enter as a pair, they will inevitably kill each other; neither will be able to pass the Hell Road. Heh heh, the phrase 'cooperation' is a joke within Slaughter City. Besides, that person is the most suitable to hold the Ghost God back; they have a blood feud."

"My King is wise!" the black-veiled woman said respectfully.

That's right, in Slaughter City, the word "cooperation" was a joke.

The Slaughter King's method could not only cause the two to perish together on the Hell Road, but also simultaneously eliminate two prospective Slaughter Gods who posed a threat to Slaughter City.

In the days that followed, the match scheduling was exactly as the Slaughter King had designed; sometimes when Nan Feihuang went to sign up, it would be postponed because there weren't enough people.

Conversely, that other person's matches went unexpectedly smoothly; slowly, his consecutive victories began to catch up to Nan Feihuang's, and eventually, both reached ninety-nine consecutive victories at the same time.

This person's martial soul was a mutated Evil Spirit, the Blood Tiger, which could assist in cultivation by drinking human blood; he had used this ability to thrive in Slaughter City.

Relying on constantly draining his opponents' blood in the Hell Slaughter Arena, his level rose extremely quickly. By Nan Feihuang's estimation, his soul power was at least level 87, yet he was only in his fifties.

At this rate of cultivation, once he got out, as long as he continued to kill and consume blood, he would inevitably be able to advance to a Title Douluo before the age of sixty.

He was a bona fide Evil Spirit Master. This was only in the current era; if it were ten thousand years later, when Evil Spirit Masters had developed into an organization with a cultivation system, this cheating cultivation method might have allowed him to break Tang Hao's record of becoming a Title Douluo at forty-four.

It had to be said that although Evil Spirit Masters were evil, their cultivation methods were indeed much faster than those of regular Spirit Masters.

"The Slaughter King is plotting against me and that guy!" Returning to his room, Nan Feihuang soon realized something; the Slaughter King's scheme was not hard to guess, and it was easy to realize.

Nan Feihuang certainly knew how much the Slaughter King did not want another Slaughter God to emerge from Slaughter City, fearing that prophecy which had circulated in Slaughter City for a thousand years.

But that didn't matter; he didn't mind, it would just be killing one more person on the Hell Road.

"Heh heh, the Killing God Domain, I'm determined to have it. What Ghost God? The thing I hate most is a halberd martial soul." In another room, a burly man with blood-red eyes drank the Bloody Mary in his hand, and with two women with good figures serving him, he revealed a cruel smile.

Actually, this guy and Nan Feihuang had some history.

Back then, he was cultivating by drinking blood outside, slaughtering innocent people in several villages, just when Nan Feihuang's mother, Lan Xue, had graduated and was out gaining experience.

Upon learning of this, she pursued him for thousands of miles, and the two fought three battles in succession.

Blood Tiger lost all three battles, and each time he was beaten into a miserable retreat. In the end, to avoid Lan Xue, he had no choice but to flee into this Slaughter City.

He had long since made up his mind that he must fight his way out of Slaughter City, obtain the Killing God Domain, advance to a Title Douluo, and then find Lan Xue to take his revenge.

He felt that Nan Feihuang's aura and martial soul were both very similar to Lan Xue's, which made all his old and new hatreds well up.

Blood Tiger crushed the wine glass in his hand. "Lan Xue, you wait, I will be out soon, and then I will send you to Hell!"

(End of chapter)