Chapter 138 The King of Slaughter Arrives

After waiting for half an hour, ten people finally gathered.

Passing through the noisy hall, bathed in gazes that seemed to want to tear him apart, Feng Xuan walked into a door with seven words written on it.

Walking step by step to the bottom of the spiral staircase, the fence door that seemed to be blocking the beast from escaping the cage has not been opened yet.

The stench here is very strong, produced by the fermentation of many different smells. It's a bit choking. When Feng Xuan smelled it for the first time, he pinched his nose in discomfort.

Looking around, I saw various body parts and pieces of meat, including some internal organs, piled up in the corner.

I don't know whether it was piled here by the people who were cleaning the battlefield or splashed in, but it doesn't look like it came from one person, and even if added together they can't form a complete shape.

Then he looked through the gap at the people hiding behind the doors under the other numbers.

The mental power is suppressed by something here, and it is impossible to spread it out and perceive carefully over a long distance.

But judging from their expressions, four of them were uneasy, one was expectant, one was excited, and two were calm.

What attracted Feng Xuan's attention the most was a person who was obviously shaking all over, with nothing but fear in his eyes.

He didn't seem to have any intention of coming down at all.

Behind him stood two men in black armor holding spears, blocking the stairs.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan suddenly remembered a rule that he had to participate in a few games in the Hell Killing Field every year, otherwise he would be forced to participate. It seemed that he was dragged here.

After a moment, there was a sound of iron locks rubbing against each other, and the specially made fence gate slowly rose up.

Knowing that there were no opening rules here, Feng Xuan directly summoned the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Not wanting to play around any more, he took a step forward, and boundless black air emerged from the banner, rolling towards the nine people who were wary of their surroundings.

There was no bloody scene. The cage had just been opened for a few breaths, and only one person was left on the scene.

Feng Xuan frowned slightly, looking at the black gas returning to the banner.

There was an invisible force pulling at the loser's soul under the ring, but after all, his martial soul was special and it was easily controlled.

It looked like something down there was draining the blood and strength from the dead.

If I don't intervene, I'm afraid more than 90% of it will be drained.

He walked to the center of the arena, closed his eyes and forced his mental power to perceive through the arena under his feet, but before he could penetrate too deep, he was shattered by a powerful force.

And he had seen that power himself, in Tiandou City five years ago!

Tang Chen or the Nine-headed Bat King is down there!

It was so easy to find. It seems that I have to find time to go down there later. After all, he now has the Shura Divine Test and the Shura Sword, and he still needs them.

Seeing Feng Xuan's fierce eyes filled with murderous intent, the two men in black armor holding spears turned around without hesitation and ran towards the stairs, fearing that they would also be swept away by the black air.

The originally noisy audience seats fell silent. With sweat on their foreheads, they stared at the figure that walked to the center of the venue.

It was too fast. All I saw was black fog flying out from his side, and then the person covered by the black fog disappeared.

Is this a soul skill? But there is no soul ring on his body, and soul skills are not prohibited in the Killing Land.

Only after they watched the other party walk into the gate reserved for winners did they dare to talk in a low voice.

After all, I have never seen such a scene before.

Walking up the stairs, I found that the place was very clean, with nothing but a faint smell of blood.

Return to the platform.

He took the reward given by the staff waiting for him at the door, a cup of fragrant Huangquan Dew, smiled and nodded, and returned to the registration office.

He placed his ID card with the number engraved on it on the table again.

"Please register. This is the registration fee." As he said this, he placed the Yellow Spring Dew he had just won next to the sign.

The young man looked at Feng Xuan with awe, and said in a low voice without saying anything more: "Yes."

Then Feng Xuan sat in the preparation area and waited. In fact, even if he had signed up, he didn't have to stay here, but this place existed and he had no interest in wandering around.

There is no need to make friends with the people here, they are just tools for you to win.

The black-veiled woman who was in charge of leading Feng Xuan before was holding a cup of Huangquan Dew and looking at Feng Xuan with complicated eyes. I came in to see what happened to you because I was curious about your fate. I didn't expect you to be so outrageous.

Is the black mist the ability of the martial soul itself? He was able to defeat nine people without any effort. How high is his soul power level to strengthen the ability of the martial soul to this extent?

Unable to see through the other party's background and strength, she sighed.

He drank the Yellow Spring Dew, stood up, dodged around several people with evil eyes who wanted to touch his thing, and walked towards the stairs backstage with a grim face.

With this kind of existence, it will be almost easy for him to win every victory in the future, and he must report to the King of Slaughter.

the other side-
A man was taking a nap on a chair that was red to black.

Surrounding it is a boundless sea of ​​blood. This isolated stone platform is connected to the outside world by a stone road about ten feet wide.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, frowned, and looked up slightly.

Something took away the blood and soul that were supposed to come down.

Then a powerful mental force came over him, and he shattered it with a sneer.

In terms of strength, he is already on par with the peak Douluo. This person is extraordinary.

But in the City of Slaughter, you have to coil up like a dragon and lie down like a tiger. How dare you jump like this in my territory? Are you looking for death?

A Titled Douluo without soul skills could kill Tang Chen with ease even if he couldn't fully exert the power of his body.

He stood up, spread his bat wings, and flew out.

War Zone
In order to lower the blood pressure of a kind-hearted person who was looking for trouble, Feng Xuan replaced the cup of Yellow Spring Dew that was originally used for registration.

Just as he was about to taste this high-purity type, before he could reach his mouth, a tall figure stood in front of him.

Feng Xuan smiled slightly, the Human Emperor Banner moved slightly, and a smaller version of Er Ming appeared beside him.

Then he tasted it and said, "This tastes a lot worse than the one in the tavern above, but it's stronger."

The other party had no intention of taking action. He sat down opposite, then took a cup of Yellow Spring Dew from the tray of a passing staff member and drank it all in one gulp.

He glanced at Feng Xuan and the monkey that suddenly appeared beside him and snorted coldly.

"I didn't expect it to be you. I slept for so long, and you even became a Titled Douluo."

Feng Xuan shrugged and said, "Not long, maybe four years. But you are still you, how come you are so much weaker?"

This guy is definitely not Tang Chen. His aura and eyes are different. Although he is still wild, he doesn’t look like he looks down on the world.

In other words, he is now the Nine-Headed Bat King, so there is nothing to worry about.

"You come here alone, aren't you afraid of death?" The King of Killing did not answer, but spoke slowly.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly turned cold, and Er Ming beside them bared his teeth, ready to fight.

Feng Xuan waved his hand to signal Er Ming not to move. Although the other party seemed threatening, he actually had no intention of killing.

"I came here to kill the God of Death, are you planning to stop me?"

The King of Killing shook his head. As long as he didn't have any thoughts about the throne of God, it would be fine. After all, he stole Tang Chen's body in order to take away the divine test. As a soul beast, he also wanted to become a God.

He didn't know that the throne of God had nothing to do with him, so he relaxed immediately.

"If you want it, then follow the rules. You should understand why I'm here. You've done enough in the killing field. The souls and bodies of these guys are the property of the Killing City. If you take them, you're the enemy, and it's in accordance with the rules to kill you."

"I don't care about this, but I plan to finish the 100% victory as soon as possible. You do the secret work and I'll leave when I'm done."

"This is against the rules!"

"Do you think it's hard for me to kill you?"

"Arrogant!" After roaring, the King of Killing slammed the table and stood up.

But then seven golden lights shot out from Feng Xuan's hands and transformed into seven men holding sledgehammers who surrounded him.

Moreover, Titled Douluo of various levels continued to fly out, and in the end, a total of thirty of them were protected by the opponent!
Seeing this, he fell silent.

"I'll make arrangements for you."

(End of this chapter)