Chapter 44: Thirty-Six Consecutive Victories in the Slaughter Arena

"Too slow," Zhexian said in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of faint mockery.

As soon as his words fell, he flicked his fingertip lightly, and a strand of formless Immortal Qi instantly struck the Soul Master who was charging at the very front.

"Bang!"

The Soul Master's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily onto the ground; he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and could no longer stand up.

Seeing this, the other Soul Masters all revealed expressions of terror.

They had never seen such terrifying strength; it was as if Zhexian did not belong to this world at all.

"This... what kind of strength is this? To be so terrifying!" one Soul Master exclaimed in a low voice, his tone tinged with fear.

Zhexian's figure stopped abruptly, his gaze coldly fixed on the remaining eight Soul Masters, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a faint smile: "Are you done playing? Then it's my turn."

As soon as his words fell, his figure vanished from where he stood, and the next moment, he had already appeared behind one of the Soul Masters. That Soul Master did not even have time to react before feeling a terrifying force strike from behind.

"Bang!"

The Soul Master's body was blasted away like a cannonball, slamming heavily against the edge of the ring; he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and could no longer stand up.

Seeing this, the remaining seven Soul Masters all revealed expressions of despair. They knew they were no match for Zhexian at all; continuing to fight would only lead to death.

"We... surrender!" one Soul Master said, trembling, his voice carrying a hint of pleading.

Zhexian's gaze swept coldly over these seven Soul Masters, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a faint smile.

"Surrender? Does fellow Daoist not remember that in the Shalu Jingjichang, there is only life and death, no surrender."

As soon as his words fell, his figure vanished from where he stood again.

The next moment, a series of shrill screams rang out on the ring.

A mere minute later, only Zhexian remained standing on the ring.

His white robes remained spotless, as if the battle just now had been nothing more than a leisurely stroll.

The Soul Masters in the spectator stands saw this scene and all revealed expressions of shock.

"This is too fast! Nine people didn't even last three minutes!"

"Is... is this the strength of the White-Clothed Slaughter God?" one Soul Master muttered in a low voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

Zhexian stood on the ring, his gaze sweeping coldly over the surrounding spectators, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a faint smile: "Continue!"

Although his voice was not loud, it echoed through the Arena like a thunderclap.

All the Soul Masters lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

The Slaughter King on the high platform watched all of this coldly, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"Perhaps... he is more suited for the Asura God divine position!" the Slaughter King muttered in a low voice, his tone carrying an indescribable emotion.

Half an hour later, the Arena Administrator hurried over.

"Mr. Dishen, the number of people for the Arena has been gathered, the match can begin again immediately!"

"Mn."

Zhexian responded indifferently.

The administrator did not say anything more and retreated.

One minute later, all the challengers arrived at the Arena one after another.

Everyone's face was dark, and there was not a shred of fighting spirit in their eyes; they had been forcibly coerced by the Slaughter King to go up, not daring to disobey the order, but they also knew that this time they would surely die.

Zhexian stood in the center of the ring, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the new batch of challengers walking onto the ring.

His figure remained upright, his white robes like snow, but at this moment, the pure Immortal Qi that had originally surrounded his body was actually being gradually replaced by a scarlet aura of slaughter.

That red aura spread out like a blood mist, carrying a heart-palpitating pressure, as if even the air had become heavy.

"Begin." Zhexian's voice was cold and calm, as if announcing an outcome already destined.

As soon as his words fell, his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

The next moment, he had already appeared in front of one of the challengers.

That challenger's pupils shrank, and before he could make any reaction, he felt a terrifying force strike his chest.

"Bang!"

The challenger's body was thrown away like a piece of torn cloth, slamming heavily against the edge of the ring; he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his aura instantly withered.

Seeing this, the other challengers' faces turned even paler. They knew they could not contend with Zhexian at all, but the Slaughter King's order left them unable to retreat.

They could only bite the bullet and attempt to join forces to resist this Slaughter God.

However, Zhexian's speed and strength had long since exceeded their imagination. His figure shuttled across the ring like a ghost, and every strike was accompanied by the fall of a challenger.

That scarlet aura of slaughter grew increasingly dense, as if it wanted to swallow the entire ring.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A continuous series of impact sounds rang out on the ring, each sound like a heavy hammer slamming into the hearts of those in the spectator stands. They watched helplessly as those challengers fell one after another, yet were powerless to do anything.

A mere minute later, only Zhexian remained standing on the ring again.

His white robes remained spotless, but that scarlet aura of slaughter made him look like an Asura who had walked out of hell.

The spectator stands were deathly silent; everyone was stunned by this terrifying scene.

This person is truly too terrifying...

Is he a devil?

One hour later.

The spectator stands were already sparsely populated, and the Arena Administrator walked tremblingly before Zhexian.

He spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Dishen, there are no more challengers for the Shalu Jingjichang... or rather, there isn't a single Soul Master left who is capable of participating in the battle..."

In this one hour, Zhexian had already completed thirty-five consecutive victories.

Adding the one match he fought when he first arrived, it is now thirty-six consecutive victories.

It looks like he still needs to wait a few days before he can continue challenging.

Zhexian gave a cold grunt of acknowledgment, then walked off the ring and headed toward his residence.

Seeing that this Slaughter God had finally left, the Arena Administrator could not help but feel wild joy in his heart.

He was terrified that the next second, this devil would go on a killing spree and drag him up to make up the numbers.

……

After returning to his residence.

Zhexian gently pushed open the door and walked slowly to the cultivation room.

He then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and the scenes from the Shalu Jingjichang just now appeared in his mind.

The desperate eyes of those Soul Masters as they fell, and the scene of that scarlet killing aura permeating the ring, seemed to unfold slowly in his consciousness like a series of paintings.

"The Way of Slaughter..." Zhexian murmured in a low voice, his voice as faint and inaudible as the night wind.

His thoughts gradually immersed themselves in it, as if he had entered a profound and mysterious realm.

The lives, power, fear, and despair of the Soul Masters he had defeated seemed to have transformed into an invisible energy, lingering around his body.

In his consciousness, a blood-colored world gradually emerged; it was a domain filled with slaughter and destruction, as if it were the chaos when heaven and earth first opened, or the stillness when all things end.

It was a pure intent of slaughter, as if it were the most primitive and essential power between heaven and earth.

"The Way of Slaughter is not for killing, but for destruction and rebirth..." Zhexian's consciousness wandered through the blood-colored world, as if searching for some supreme truth.

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