Chapter 122: Invitation from the Slaughter King

A month slipped by in an instant.

In the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Li Xuan suddenly rose into the air, his surrounding soul power gathering on his palm, and then that palm, infused with his soul power, pressed onto the chest of a two‑meter‑tall middle‑aged man.

Puff!

The man spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his body collapsing straight onto the ground; a close look showed his chest completely caved in—there was no hope of rescue.

Li Xuan landed steadily, sighed helplessly at the corpses lying on the ground, and thought that he didn't like killing, but this is the City of Slaughter; if he didn't kill, others would kill him.

"Congratulations, young master Yan Jun on achieving thirty consecutive victories! Today's opponent fell under his palm before even seeing his flame; let us all congratulate young master Yan Jun!" the host declared passionately into the microphone, as if the victory were his own.

The spectators on the stands leapt to their feet, cheering wildly, as if blood were the fuse that ignited their passion.

Perhaps having absorbed toxins from the air, their minds were a bit off, which made them so frantic.

Li Xuan paid no heed to the applause and cheers, calmly removed the Soul Guide Devices from the corpses, and then turned and left the Hell Slaughter Arena.

During that month, Li Xuan participated in a Hell Slaughter Arena match almost every day, using the battles there to hone his palm technique.

He amassed a full thirty victories!

Li Xuan had clearly become one of the top‑ranked fighters in the City of Slaughter.

In the City of Slaughter, a record of thirty wins surpasses 99% of participants; after all, surviving the Hell Slaughter Arena's rules is extremely hard, and a slight slip can cost one their nickname.

Naturally, Li Xuan's standing rose rapidly, and his fame skyrocketed for a while.

The host of the Hell Slaughter Arena also gave Li Xuan the nickname "Yan Jun".

Li Xuan originally entered the Hell Slaughter Arena intending to forge his palm technique through real combat, but at first, although he understood its essence, executing it was still very difficult, so when absolutely forced, Li Xuan would use flame to kill his opponents.

Since flame was his finishing move, his nickname became Yan Jun.

As Li Xuan left the Hell Slaughter Arena, the next match arrived on schedule, and ten figures appeared in the arena.

…

After Li Xuan returned to his Courtyard, he took out a small notebook and began cataloguing today's shortcomings and areas needing improvement.

During this period, Li Xuan's progress was visible to the naked eye; from the awkwardness at the start to now being able to kill opponents with a pair of palms, his Eight Trigrams Wandering Dragon Palm had essentially reached Great Completion, and now he needed an opportunity to break through to the master realm of the Eight Trigrams Wandering Dragon Palm.

Thus Li Xuan organized his cultivation insights daily to accelerate his progress.

Just as Li Xuan wrote three characters, a sound from outside the Courtyard suddenly reached his ears.

"Someone still refuses to give up? Still wants to break into my Courtyard?" Li Xuan was startled and muttered in puzzlement.

During this month, there were still people persistently trying to enter his Courtyard.

The result was that they died before they could lose heart.

Squeak…

To Li Xuan's shocked gaze, the Courtyard gate was suddenly opened.

A figure clad entirely in black armor pushed open the gate and stepped into the Courtyard. "You didn't even close the gate; that's so rude," Li Xuan raised an eyebrow and said irritably.

The moment the black‑armored man entered, Li Xuan sensed his Heart Fire.

He was indeed afflicted by the Burning Heart Divine Flame, but his soul power level was extremely high, much like the blood‑thirsty Blood Demon Li Xuan first encountered, able to resist the flame's erosion with his mighty soul power.

Thus Li Xuan inferred that this person was at least a Soul Saint.

The person, not very heavy, came before Li Xuan and clasped his fists in greeting.

"Respected Mr. Yan Jun, I am the envoy of His Highness the Slaughter King. Tomorrow His Highness the Slaughter King wishes to invite you to the palace as a guest; there are matters he wishes to discuss with you," the black‑armored man said, lowering his head, his voice hoarse and strained.

"Discuss matters?" Li Xuan muttered, frowning.

What business could he possibly have with the Slaughter King?

Li Xuan was at a loss for a moment.

He lifted his head, glanced at the black‑armored man, snapped his fingers, and the Burning Heart Divine Flame inside the man vanished.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan Jun." The black‑armored man clearly felt the abnormality in his body disappear; it must have been Li Xuan's handiwork.

"Tell the Slaughter King that I will keep the appointment," Li Xuan nodded at the black‑armored man, agreeing without hesitation, then waved his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Yan Jun." The black‑armored man nodded again at Li Xuan and turned to leave the Courtyard.

As the gate closed, Li Xuan's brow furrowed.

"Why does the Slaughter King seek me? Is it because I've reached thirty victories?" Li Xuan asked, puzzled.

This is the City of Slaughter; when the Slaughter King invites you, good or bad, you must attend. There's no choice—it's on his turf, and the Slaughter King is Tang Chen, who is almost a max‑level big account.

However, Li Xuan isn't worried the Slaughter King will strike him; this is the selection base for the Shura God's heirs, and the Slaughter King is merely a kind of inheritance priest—he can kill, but he won't easily slay a genius like him.

Only that Li Xuan's knowledge of the City of Slaughter is limited, so he doesn't know what the Slaughter King wants, and can only brace for whatever comes.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Li Xuan stopped pondering, set aside his doubts, calmed himself, and resumed organizing his notes.

Now Li Xuan's Eight Trigrams Wandering Dragon Palm has reached Great Completion; he now needs continual forging, which requires finding strong opponents to further improve his palm technique.

However, the high‑ranking fighters in the City of Slaughter rarely enter matches, so finding strong opponents to boost his palm technique isn't easy; he still needs luck to encounter them.

The appointment is tomorrow, so Li Xuan could rest a day; with a sudden thought, he returned to the space of the Palm Heaven Bottle.

After a month of cultivation, Li Xuan had planted a small grove of over fifty Purple Thunder Walnut trees in the eastern part of the space.

It's a good thing; it can cure Li Xuan's fear of insufficient firepower.

A century‑old Silver Thunder Walnut is considered a finishing move in the City of Slaughter, since locals cannot use soul skills and their defenses are heavily reduced.

Using today's Green Spirit Liquid, Li Xuan cultivated ten pairs of Silver Thunder Walnuts and one pair of Green Thunder Walnuts.

Now, with no urgent Heavenly Material Earth Treasure needed to boost cultivation, Li Xuan can only continue growing Purple Thunder Walnut trees.

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