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Chapter 110: The Hell Road
🕑 Added 2024-12-18 17:05:21 +0000 UTCAt this moment, a strange voice echoed through the sky.
"Congratulations, young God of Slaughter."
A low, sharp voice suddenly came from all directions. The killing intent released from Yang Podi's body surged back into him the instant the voice sounded, forcibly repressed into his body. His complexion turned pale.
However, in this moment, Yang Podi felt as if his killing intent had completely materialized, to the extent that it could directly be used as a weapon against enemies.
The Slaughter King appeared directly above the Hell Slaughter Arena, his figure like a blood-colored shadow.
"Slaughter King! Slaughter King! Slaughter King!" The chants reverberated through the arena, and the audience showed no sign of stopping.
The Slaughter King's gaze landed on the spectator stands of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
"I am pleased to witness the birth of a true powerhouse in the arena today. It has been decades since a hundred consecutive victories have been achieved, and this feat has now been accomplished by this young man. Relying on his formidable strength and terrifying killing intent, he has become the ruler of the Hell Slaughter Arena."
"Young God of Slaughter, you have once again reminded me of the thrill of bloodshed. One hundred victories! Excellent! To commend your achievement, I hereby grant you the title of God of Slaughter. From now on, you are free to enter and leave the Slaughter City as you wish, and you are officially invited to become an honorary guest of the city under my command."
Hearing this, Yang Podi sneered. "Thank you, great Slaughter King. Please, open the Hell Road for me. I am willing to take on its trials and earn your rewards through my own power. I wish to rely on my strength to leave this place and become a true Killing God."
The Slaughter King's eyes narrowed. "The horrors of the Hell Road may be beyond your understanding. God of Slaughter, I hope you realize that life is granted but once."
Yang Podi's face was resolute. "Thank you for your concern, Slaughter King, but I wish to prove myself through my own strength."
The Slaughter King stared intently at Yang Podi, then turned his gaze to the audience. After a moment, he spoke again: "If this is your decision, I shall open the Hell Road for you. I hope you will not regret it."
Thick crimson mist suddenly emanated from the Slaughter King.
Yang Podi focused on the aura, finding it to be something far more sinister than killing intent. It carried a bone-chilling coldness that froze even the marrow. According to what he remembered from the records, this was no mere killing intent but the Slaughter Domain—or perhaps even a more advanced Shura domain.
The cold, evil crimson ripples spread outward, engulfing the entire arena in mere moments. Yang Podi realized that while the pressure of the crimson light was immense, it was not directed at him but at the surrounding spectators.
In the blink of an eye, the crimson light enveloped the audience.
Soon, the audience began to wail in agony as if the crimson light were extracting something from them.
As the crimson light intensified, everyone collapsed to the ground, the arena itself emanating a dreadful suction force, as if it were a primordial beast devouring everything in its vicinity.
The audience's blood began to drain away, sucked into the arena. But the Hell Slaughter Arena didn't just absorb their blood—it consumed their marrow and souls as well.
As time passed, the agonized screams gradually weakened and finally ceased, leaving only silence. All the spectators had been devoured by the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The blood that had been drained from the audience flowed into the ground. Yet, it didn't spread haphazardly; grooves unknown to Yang Podi had appeared on the ground, channeling the blood. Gradually, a massive crimson pattern took shape on the ground.
As the blood continued to pour in, Yang Podi realized that the pattern depicted a bird-like creature. Based on his understanding, this was likely the Bloodred Nine-headed Bat King, the true form of the Slaughter King.
Then, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena began to collapse, and Yang Podi found himself in a state of weightlessness, plummeting rapidly.
It was unclear how much time passed before Yang Podi regained his senses. He was standing on what seemed to be a sacrificial platform.
Upon careful observation, he drew a sharp breath. The scene before him was far more perilous than he had imagined. Everything around him was bathed in a faint crimson hue. Beyond the five-meter-wide circular platform beneath his feet lay an abyss so deep it seemed bottomless.
The only way forward was a narrow path, less than half a foot wide, barely accommodating both feet at once. It stretched into the unknown darkness, the sole connection to the outside world.
Based on his knowledge, this must be the legendary Hell Road.
Below the platform lay a sea of blood, likely containing the condensed essence of all the blood drained from the Slaughter City. This sea of blood was the source of the mysterious power shrouding the city.
Yang Podi felt an inexplicable thirst for this blood sea, especially from his martial soul, the Breaking Soul Spear, which seemed irresistibly drawn to it.
Suppressing his inner turmoil, Yang Podi stepped onto the narrow path.
As he proceeded, the blood sea seemed to draw closer, and the temperature on the Hell Road began to rise.
Alone and cautious, Yang Podi advanced. No matter what dangers lay ahead, moving forward was the only option.
Suddenly, strange noises filled the air, growing louder and more chaotic.
As the sounds neared, Yang Podi finally saw them clearly: countless blood-red bats, resembling smaller versions of the pattern he had seen on the arena floor. Each bat was about a foot long, with wingspans exceeding a meter.
The bats, numbering in the thousands, formed a blood-red cloud, surging towards him.
Yang Podi summoned his martial soul, the Breaking Soul Spear. The bats' attention immediately focused on the spear, their eyes gleaming with greed.
Without hesitation, Yang Podi swung his spear, creating a protective barrier around himself while simultaneously slaying the oncoming bats.
However, the bats seemed endless, growing fiercer as time passed.
Gritting his teeth, Yang Podi unleashed countless spear strikes, each with precise rhythm. The strikes merged into a colossal spear light, piercing through the blood-red cloud and creating a massive hole. This was the third move of the Breaking Spear Nine Styles:Blades Converge into One
Without wasting a moment, Yang Podi continued along the Hell Road.
But as he advanced, the path ahead was blocked by an enormous creature.
Bathed in a dark golden glow amidst the crimson light, the creature was over four meters long, its massive claws gripping the narrow path. Each claw was over a meter in diameter, embedding deep into the stone.
As blood bats screamed around it, the creature spread its ten-meter wingspan and took flight. It was a massive, dark golden three-headed bat, leading the swarm of blood bats.
The three-headed bat organized the bats for another assault, some of them even attacking the Hell Road itself to prevent Yang Podi from proceeding.
Yang Podi flashed forward, confronting the three-headed bat. He thrust his Breaking Soul Spear towards it, only for the bat to block with its claws. Sparks flew from the impact, but Yang Podi's relentless attack left a deep wound on the creature.
The surrounding bats attacked with renewed frenzy, but Yang Podi poured his killing intent into the spear. With both hands, he thrust the spear forward, a dragon-shaped shadow appearing around it.
This was the second move of the Breaking Spear Nine Styles:Dragon-like Spear.
The immense power of the spear tore through the bats, striking the three-headed bat and piercing its body.
Despite its grievous injury, the three-headed bat let out a deafening wail. The surrounding bats swarmed towards it, and the bat began devouring them to heal its wounds.
Yang Podi didn't give it the chance. He unleashed a flurry of spear strikes, each glowing with power, piercing through the three-headed bat's heads.
With its heads destroyed, the three-headed bat fell lifeless, and the remaining bats scattered in disarray.
Dispatching a few lingering bats, Yang Podi pressed onward.
The small bats were of little consequence. The priority was to traverse the Hell Road quickly—who knew what greater dangers lay ahead?
After all, there was an even larger and more powerful foe waiting further along. The real challenge was yet to come.
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Nithin Samrat
Sorry about that I'll upload it today
I_Don’t_Believe_It
No chapter today?
