Chapter 358: Calculation? Asura Demon Sword!
At this moment, Hu Liena felt an unprecedented fear from this man.
Previously, she had always felt that her brother was the most outstanding man she had ever met.
After the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament ended, Tang Chuan naturally joined that rank in her heart, and the man before her was the third, as well as the one she considered the most outstanding.
Hu Liena felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost as if it would shatter her ribs.
That gaze sweeping over through the ghost god mask held no emotion, no killing intent, just a flat glance, yet this very glance made Hu Liena feel as if her Soul had been instantly pierced by the ten-thousand-year ice of the Extreme North Land, and her blood had almost frozen solid.
She did not even dare to let her gaze make the slightest contact with the eyes beneath that mask.
She was even afraid that if she stayed for one more second, she would be misunderstood by Tang Chuan as also being here to kill him, and then be counter-killed by him rushing over.
Hu Liena felt that for every extra second she remained here, the danger grew exponentially.
Without the slightest hesitation, she didn't even bother to maintain her usual calmness and demeanor; her movements were so fast they were almost frantic, and her short golden hair traced a messy arc in the air.
She did not even dare to turn her back completely toward that direction; sideways, like a startled fox, she almost hugged the shadows of the wall and sped away in the opposite direction at maximum speed.
Meanwhile, this was a massive stone chamber located in the deepest part of Slaughter City.
The light here was dim, relying only on a few wall lamps flickering with dark red flames for illumination.
The air was damp and cold, permeated with a thick, nauseatingly sweet and bloody scent, which was the unique odor formed after a large amount of fresh blood had mixed and fermented.
In the center of the secret chamber was a blood pool constantly churning with a viscous, dark red liquid; bubbles gurgled on the surface of the pool, and occasionally, white bones or fragments of tattered clothing would float up and sink back down.
This was the source of the bloody mary in Slaughter City, and also one of the power cores maintaining some twisted rules of this City of Sin.
Behind the blood pool, a massive throne built from countless pale bones and dark red rocks stood toweringly, and on the throne sat a figure.
His figure was extremely tall and burly; even while sitting, he exuded a mountain-like sense of oppression, and his skin was an unhealthy dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood light for a long time.
With long blood-colored hair draped down, his face hidden in the shadows, one could only see a pair of eyes flashing with violent red light, like a Ferocious beast waiting to devour people. He wore heavy armor interwoven with dark red and pitch black, the armor covered in ferocious spikes and ancient blood-colored runes, his right hand resting casually on the throne's armrest, which was shockingly a complete giant human skull.
This person was the Slaughter King who ruled this domain of sin.
Suddenly, a woman wearing revealing dark purple leather armor, with a bewitching face but icy eyes, slid silently into the secret chamber and knelt respectfully at the edge of the blood pool.
"Great King!" the woman said in a hoarse voice: "Another Slaughter God has arrived in our kingdom. Having just arrived today, he has already achieved thirty-five consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena, and outside the arena, he has single-handedly slaughtered over a hundred Fallen Ones who attempted to besiege him. Judging by his momentum, a hundred victories, and even passing the Hell Road, is likely just a matter of time."
Hearing this, the red light in the Slaughter King's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Oh? Another one... Over a year ago, that kid from the Clear Sky Sect had just passed through, obtaining the Slaughter God Domain that even gives this King quite a headache. Now, added to that Golden-haired woman whom Spirit Hall specifically sent in for training previously... in just two or three years, three people have actually touched this realm."
Speaking of this, he pondered slightly, the red light in his eyes intensifying. "The outside world... could it be that some drastic change has occurred? Why are so many young Geniuses rushing into this forsaken land, seeking this extreme power?"
The woman below raised her head, a flash of cold calculation in her eyes, and said: "Great King, since both of these two are so outstanding, perhaps... we shouldn't let them achieve their goals so easily, or even... let them stay here forever?"
The Slaughter King seemed interested, leaning his body slightly forward, a massive shadow casting down. "What ideas do you have? The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena are the Foundation of Slaughter City; even we cannot easily and openly interfere with the accumulation of a hundred victories."
"The rules cannot be changed, but accidents are always unavoidable."
"King, have you forgotten the bloody mary we control and those blood slaves whose minds have been eroded by malevolent Qi? These blood slaves are Titled Douluo-level powerhouses in the outside world."
"We can completely arrange a few special matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena in secret. Not to directly kill the targets, but to utilize the highly toxic and hallucinogenic properties of the bloody mary, combined with those blood slaves who are powerful but devoid of reason and only know how to kill, to continuously exhaust and wound them, ideally leaving behind hidden injuries that are difficult to heal, or... eroding their minds."
"Especially that new blue-haired kid; his momentum is too fierce, we must dampen his spirit first. We can arrange for the most dangerous blood slaves to besiege him in his final few matches as he approaches a hundred victories, and let the arena be filled with high-concentration bloody mary mist in advance."
"Even if his strength is great, facing this kind of endless exhaustion and erosion, his state will inevitably plummet. By then, whether it is attacking for a hundred victories, or facing the true test of the Hell Road, the possibility of failure or even falling will greatly increase."
"As for that Golden-haired woman, she is backed by Spirit Hall after all, so we should not make it too obvious. But we can similarly arrange some accidents in her critical matches to delay her progress and exhaust her reserves."
"As long as they cannot enter the Hell Road in their best state, or enter while their minds are eroded... it is hard to say what the outcome will be."
"No," hearing this, the Slaughter King waved his hand, speaking slowly, his voice carrying a trace of imperceptible gravity: "That is not appropriate."
Hearing this, the sinister smile on the woman's face stiffened, and she raised her head in confusion.
The Slaughter King's gaze seemed to pierce through the stone walls of the secret chamber, landing on the blue-haired youth who had stirred up a storm of blood today.
"Who knows what the background of that new kid is?"
"Over a year ago, that kid from the Clear Sky Sect passed through without a sound."
"Who can guarantee that behind this newcomer, there isn't another Slaughter God standing? Or... an existence even more troublesome than a Slaughter God?"
Speaking of this, the Slaughter King paused, his brows beneath his long blood-colored hair seemingly furrowing, "And... I always feel that there is a... faint sense of familiarity about him. Although it is very slight, it always makes me uneasy."
The secret chamber fell into a brief silence, with only the blood pool gurgling.
The Slaughter King seemed to be weighing and recalling; finally, the red light in his eyes stabilized again, and that trace of gravity was replaced by an arrogance of absolute control.
"Forget it, as long as he does not actively oppose me and does not break the rules of Slaughter City... let him be. Even if he obtains that Slaughter God Domain, what can he do?"
"In this Slaughter City, I am the only King! The Incarnation of the rules! Even if there are one or two more guys possessing the Slaughter God Domain... what can they do to me? In this land abandoned by gods and bound by rules, who can truly threaten me?"
Saying this, he slowly turned his body and reached his massive palm toward the side of the throne.
There, leaning diagonally, was a massive magic sword that was entirely an ominous dark red, as if forged from solidified blood and Hell lava; the sword body was wide and thick, covered in twisted runes.
Merely being stuck there, it emitted a terrifying malevolent Qi and pressure that made one's Soul tremble.
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