Chapter 270: Dark Golden Three-Headed Bat King

Nan Feihuang was already on guard; as soon as this fellow Blood Tiger lost control, he would slaughter him immediately.

But unexpectedly, very soon, he temporarily regained his clarity.

One could see, behind him, a blood-colored fierce tiger was roaring.

Nan Feihuang thought to himself, "So that's how it is. As expected of a Blood Tiger martial soul with the ability to control blood, he resisted the poison of the Bloody Mary made from blood. No wonder he could complete a hundred victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena."

"Is this Hell Road?" Blood Tiger looked at the narrow path only half a foot wide ahead and said, "It really is fitting; one step into the void and you fall into Hell, never to return."

"Let's go, kid. There is a time limit for passing this Hell Road. If we haven't crossed by the time it's up, we will be swallowed by the magma." Blood Tiger clearly had some understanding of Hell Road; after all, he hadn't just arrived a year ago, but had been forced in by Lan Xue over a decade ago.

Over these ten-plus years, he had been steady and solid, making full preparations every time before going to the Hell Slaughter Arena. When he was slow, he would often go once every few months, which is why it took him over a decade to complete a hundred victories.

It was only recently that the Slaughter King suddenly approached him and reached a small deal with him, guaranteeing that he could complete a hundred victories very easily, which was why he suddenly increased the frequency of his challenges.

The Slaughter King did not deceive him; the opponents arranged for him were always a group of people with mediocre strength, allowing him to easily secure a hundred victories.

And that deal was to take this kid's life on Hell Road.

"Old man, at a time like this, don't go releasing your killing intent at me randomly, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to help but stab you with my Halberd!" Nan Feihuang walked in front without looking back, feeling the killing intent radiating from Blood Tiger, and said coldly.

Blood Tiger feigned a hearty laugh, "Haha, sorry, kid. I've lived in this Slaughter City for too long; sometimes when I see something moving in front of me, I can't control myself."

"Old man, have you noticed? As we advance, the surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher." After traveling a distance, Nan Feihuang asked.

"That's right, it must be that the magma below is getting closer and closer to us. At first, it was a thousand meters, but now I estimate it's only nine hundred. If it continues like this, I'm afraid the last stretch of Hell Road will be completely submerged in magma; that will be the hardest part to walk, right?" Whether in rank or spiritual power, Blood Tiger was much stronger than Nan Feihuang. Naturally, a Spirit Douluo like him wouldn't have zero perception of things Feihuang could notice. He also noticed something else, looked up and said, "Something is coming."

"Bats, thousands of them!" A light flashed in Nan Feihuang's pupils, and with the reflection of the Ghost Xiaotian Bead, he finally saw that bright red mass of monsters.

As they got closer, the flying creatures could finally be seen clearly. They were blood-red bats, just like a smaller version of the one with blood-colored patterns left on the ground of the Hell Slaughter Arena earlier. Each blood bat was about a foot long, but their huge wingspans exceeded one meter.

One or two such blood bats certainly wouldn't count for much, but thousands appearing all at once were like a red cloud of blood, flying rapidly toward the two of them.

"Damn it, what is this thing? Kid, what do we do?" Blood Tiger roared. If he were outside, he wouldn't be afraid of seeing so many blood bats.

But now he was in Slaughter City; he couldn't use his soul skills at all, so how could he deal with so many blood bats?

He discovered he might have been set up by the Slaughter King. Was the first trial of Hell Road this terrifying?

Forget about killing Nan Feihuang; whether he could survive himself was still a big question.

"What's the big deal? It's only a few thousand." Nan Feihuang didn't care at all and recited the incantation, "Intent and Qi unite, heart and intent unite, nothing is impenetrable, nothing is unconquerable, perfectly rounded as one, Ghost God Halberd—Blood Stains the Rivers and Mountains!"

This was the fourth form of the Ghost God Halberd Technique.

As Nan Feihuang brandished the Fangtian Halberd, the body of the halberd radiated a dense blood-colored light. This move could condense blood energy. Used in a place like Slaughter City, its power increased tenfold. With the endless overlapping halberd shadows, a sea of blood filled the air in front of Feihuang, almost as if it were going to cover half of Hell Road.

Feihuang's sea of blood submerged that cloud of blood. After only a moment, the red cloud of blood was swept away, leaving only bat corpses falling into the magma.

"Let's go. If this counts as a trial, then does that mean we've passed the first one?" Nan Feihuang said indifferently, and continued forward.

"Damn, I was definitely set up. This guy is actually powerful to this extent?" Blood Tiger was shocked.

He wasn't an idiot; at this moment, he had already guessed something.

It must be that the Slaughter King felt that if Nan Feihuang were allowed to traverse Hell Road alone, he would pass without difficulty, so he tricked him into coming along to trip Nan Feihuang up.

But now he hesitated in his heart; in a situation where soul skills could not be used, even he might not be a match for this kid.

"Squeak squeak!" Just at this moment, an angry bat cry suddenly came from ahead.

Right in front of their narrow path, below the narrow path, hung a huge creature. Under the cover of the surrounding pale red light, it released a dark golden glow. The creature was over four meters long, and its two huge claws were hooked onto the narrow path. Each claw had a diameter of over one meter, sharply digging into the stone.

Amidst the screeching of a large number of blood bats, a pair of huge wings slowly spread out from that dark golden body, with a terrifying wingspan of ten meters. The two claws suddenly let go, and under the flapping of the huge wings, its massive body flew up. It was actually an incomparably huge bat.

Its entire body was dark golden, and most terrifyingly, it actually had three heads.

Nan Feihuang muttered, "It seems the first trial isn't over yet. We're in trouble. We hit the small ones, so the old one has come to take revenge."

"Dark Golden Three-Headed Bat King. I have seen this kind of Spirit Beast in the Spirit Beast Illustrated Handbook, but this one seems to have mutated. Judging by its size, its age is over fifty thousand years. We must be careful," Nan Feihuang said.

A fifty-thousand-year Spirit Beast, even a common one, would have strength above the Spirit Saint level. Especially a mutated species like the Dark Golden Three-Headed Bat King; I'm afraid that even a Title Douluo would find it difficult to deal with it without being able to use soul skills.

The Dark Golden Three-Headed Bat King was cunning by nature. It didn't attack the two of them right away, but started destroying the path ahead, intending to let the two of them meet their own doom.

"Kid, charge over." Blood Tiger roared, his martial soul possessed, and he sprinted forward quickly while the path was not yet completely destroyed.

Nan Feihuang followed immediately.

Actually, he didn't care much, because his Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone gave him the ability to fly, but he didn't want to expose it too early.

(End of this chapter)