Chapter 43: Only Huang and the others in this world are fit to call me brother

After speaking, a wisp of golden flame suddenly rose from the tip of Zhexian's left index finger.

At the same time, a phoenix cry rang out from within it, and a small True Phoenix flew out, circling around Zhexian's body.

"Go."

Zhexian said indifferently, then pointed a finger out.

The small golden True Phoenix drifted slowly through the air, as if it possessed a spirit, flying straight toward the King of Slaughter.

A flash of vigilance crossed the King of Slaughter's eyes, but soon, he felt the pure power contained within the flame, and his body involuntarily relaxed.

The True Phoenix landed lightly on the King of Slaughter's chest and instantly merged into his body.

The King of Slaughter's body jolted violently, and a flash of pain crossed his scarlet eyes, but soon, that pain was replaced by an unprecedented sense of relief.

Inside his body, the toxin that had plagued him for many years was scorched by the True Phoenix Flame, melting away rapidly like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, though it did not disappear entirely.

The King of Slaughter's complexion gradually returned to normal, and the scarlet color in his eyes also faded away, replaced by a touch of clarity.

"This... this is..." The King of Slaughter looked down at his own hands, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief.

Zhexian withdrew the small True Phoenix and said indifferently: "More than half the toxin has been removed. Is the fellow Daoist satisfied?"

After the small True Phoenix left the King of Slaughter's body, that sense of comfort the King of Slaughter felt was swept away.

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, looking at Zhexian with a complex gaze. There was no longer coldness or killing intent in his eyes, replaced instead by a touch of deep gratitude and awe.

"Complete one hundred consecutive victories to pass through Hell Road, and you will be able to obtain the Slaughter God Domain left behind by the Asura God. You may go and try."

The King of Slaughter still did not mention the existence of the Asura Divine Sword, harboring a certain selfish motive.

Zhexian's pupils lit up slightly with a profound light; he naturally saw that the King of Slaughter was still holding something back from him.

But was he himself not doing the same?

"Since that is the case, I shall trouble you to assist me, fellow Daoist."

"Hm, from now on you are this King's brother. A hundred consecutive victories will be easy for you; as for whether those ants are willing to fight, that is not up to them."

"Then many thanks. Before I leave, I will remove the remaining toxin in your body for you."

After speaking, Zhexian turned and left, looking back at the King of Slaughter after walking a few steps.

He sneered inwardly.

"Brother? You are worthy? In this world, only Huang and the others are fit to call me brother."

After Zhexian left the castle, his pace remained calm and elegant, clearly having suffered no injuries.

The Soul Masters on the road saw him walk out of the King of Slaughter's castle unscathed and one after another revealed expressions of shock.

They whispered to each other, their gazes filled with awe and fear.

"He... he actually walked out of the King of Slaughter's castle! And he is unscathed!" one Soul Master said, trembling, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Could it be that even the King of Slaughter cannot do anything to him? Just how strong is this White-Clad Slaughter God?" another Soul Master muttered in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of fear.

"The direction he is heading is... the Shalu Jingjichang?"

"Hurry, there's another good show to watch."

Zhexian turned a deaf ear to these discussions, his gaze sweeping coldly over the surrounding Soul Masters, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a faint smile.

That smile carried a hint of mockery, as if mocking the ignorance and weakness of these people.

"The ignorant are fearless."

Zhexian sneered in his heart, but his footsteps did not pause, and he walked straight toward the direction of the Shalu Jingjichang.

The Shalu Jingjichang was the core of Slaughter City and the stage where all Soul Masters proved their strength.

Here, only slaughter and victory could survive; the losers met only death.

Zhexian stepped into the gates of the Arena, instantly attracting countless gazes.

The Arena Administrator immediately ran over, greeting him with a smiling face.

"Mr. Dishen, you have come just in time; this match is still short one person for registration."

Hearing this, Zhexian nodded, his gaze looking toward the black castle in the distance, locking eyes with the King of Slaughter from afar.

The two people's gazes met in the air; although they were far apart, both read a hint of deep meaning in the other's eyes.

The King of Slaughter's eyes carried a hint of complex emotion, while Zhexian's gaze was cold and composed, as if everything were under his control.

This guy is quite efficient...

"Since everyone is here, let us begin." Zhexian said indifferently, his voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The Arena Administrator nodded and bowed repeatedly, saying respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Dishen, please follow me."

Zhexian followed the administrator toward the center of the Arena, and the surrounding Soul Masters one after another cleared a path, their gazes filled with awe and fear.

Although they did not know Zhexian's true strength, the fact that he walked out of the King of Slaughter's castle unscathed was enough to make them feel fear.

The center of the Arena was a huge circular platform, covered in mottled bloodstains, as if telling the cruel history of countless life-and-death struggles.

Around the platform, the spectator stands were filled with Soul Masters, their gazes filled with excitement and anticipation, as if they could not wait to see a bloody slaughter.

"Kill!"

"Ohohoho! Kill them!"

"This time we have Dishen! Finally, I can see this White-Clad Slaughter God up close, hahaha!"

Zhexian stood on the platform, his gaze sweeping coldly over the surrounding spectators, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a faint smile.

That smile carried a hint of mockery.

You won't be able to laugh in a moment.

Just then, on the other side of the platform, nine Soul Masters walked out slowly.

Powerful auras radiated from their bodies; they were clearly top-tier experts within Slaughter City.

However, when they saw Zhexian, a trace of fear could not help but flash through their eyes.

"The White-Clad Slaughter God... it's actually him!" one Soul Master exclaimed in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of trembling.

"Are we... really going to fight him?" another Soul Master muttered in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of despair.

"What fucking bad luck!"

Zhexian's gaze swept coldly over these nine Soul Masters, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile: "You all, come at me together."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were stating something as ordinary as could be.

Yet, this sentence caused the complexions of those nine Soul Masters to turn pale in an instant.

"Arrogant!" one Soul Master roared, attempting to use anger to cover up the fear in his heart.

He suddenly swung the weapon in his hand and charged toward Zhexian.

Seeing this, the other Soul Masters also gritted their teeth and followed, attempting to use their numerical advantage to suppress Zhexian.

However, Zhexian's figure was like a Ghost; with a light flash, he evaded all the attacks. His movements were elegant and composed, as if he were dancing.

(End of chapter)