More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Beneath the blood-red sky of the Slaughter City, Lin Chen's figure had long been the most terrifying presence in this dark inferno. On the battle record leaderboard of the Hell Slaughter Arena, his name—8888—was marked with 97 wins! He was only three matches away from a hundred-match winning streak, facing the King of Slaughter head-on, and leaving this place.
With a clean and decisive "Haotian Nine Absolutes - Collapse", Lin Chen shattered his opponent's body and martial soul. Carrying the Thor's Hammer, Lin Chen slowly walked out of the blood-soaked arena.
Now, his murderous aura is so solid that it seems to freeze the surrounding air with every step he takes. Those desperados who once dared to surround and kill him now avoid him like the plague, not daring to even breathe loudly.
"The Destructive Tyrant has arrived!"
"Get out of the way! Don't mess with him!"
The hushed whispers and fearful glances were nothing new to Lin Chen. "Destruction Tyrant"—that was his nickname in the City of Slaughter.
Upon hearing this address, Lin Chen's lips curled into a playful smile. He muttered to himself, "This name...could it be that old guy's doing?"
He remembered clearly that initially, the people here wanted to call him "King of Asura," after all, this was the Asura Hell. But strangely, whenever someone dared to utter the words "King of Asura," a purple-gold divine lightning bolt would descend from the sky that very day, shattering their soul and obliterating them, and the word "Destruction" would faintly appear in the sky.
Over time, no one dared to mention the word "Asura" anymore, and the title of "Destruction Tyrant" was firmly established.
"That God of Destruction really hates Asura, huh?" Lin Chen shook his head and chuckled, not caring at all. It was just a title; he would be leaving soon anyway.
Throughout the year, he had a lingering question: why hadn't the King of Slaughter made a move against him?
According to the rules of the City of Slaughter, someone like him, who has dominated the world and threatened its rule, should have been eliminated long ago. Moreover, he doesn't have a contemporary killing god like Tang Hao protecting him. If the King of Slaughter wanted to take action, he should be able to do so without any scruples and with ease.
What Lin Chen didn't know was that it wasn't someone who was restraining the King of Slaughter, but a god!
Deep within the City of Slaughter, in the dark and oppressive throne room.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating the surrounding pitch-black stone walls. On the throne sat a tall, imposing figure, emanating a suffocating aura of deathly stillness and violence.
That was the King of Slaughter—Tang Chen.
At this moment, his body was possessed by a terrifying nine-headed bat king, and his physical body and martial soul had been mutated, no longer possessing the majestic appearance of the Haotian Sect giant he once was.
A glamorous woman slowly entered the hall. She was the female administrator of the Slaughter City. She bowed respectfully, her tone tinged with urgency and confusion: "Your Majesty, I have a question. Why don't we arrange for a more powerful opponent to deal with that 'Destruction Tyrant'? He has won nearly a hundred consecutive matches in the Slaughter Arena, and his murderous aura is already overwhelming. If we don't control him, the entire Slaughter City will be turned upside down! Moreover, the prophecy foretells—'When the God of Slaughter appears, hell will appear.' If he truly becomes the God of Slaughter, the backlash and losses our Slaughter City will suffer in the future will be immeasurable!"
Tang Chen, the King of Slaughter, slowly opened his eyes. They were murky eyes filled with madness and murderous intent. He was silent for a moment, then let out a low, hoarse snort, his tone revealing an indescribable sense of frustration and helplessness: "Do you think I don't want to? I also want to tear him to pieces and eliminate any future trouble!"
The woman was clearly taken aback, her face filled with astonishment: "Your Majesty, who is that...? Who is stopping you?"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Chen suddenly unleashed a terrifying and overwhelming pressure that surpassed everything!
That was the domineering will of the Asura God, mixed with the endless ferocity of the Nine-Headed Bat King, like an invisible mountain, crashing down!
"Bang!"
The alluring woman was instantly forced to her knees by this oppressive force, her internal organs ruptured, blood gushing from her mouth, and she dared not even lift her head, her whole body trembling.
Tang Chen stared coldly at her, his voice as cold as an icy pool: "Remember, this is none of your business. Get out!"
"Yes! Yes! I deserve to die!" The woman scrambled out of the hall in terror.
Silence returned to the main hall.
Tang Chen slowly sat back on the cold throne, his expression complex and troubled. He had thought that by possessing Tang Chen's body and relying on the Nine-Headed Bat King's eeriness and Asura power, he could become a carefree overlord in this city of slaughter, forever holding the power of life and death.
But everything changed after that kid named Lin Chen (Destruction Tyrant) came in.
Just a few days ago, a wisp of the Asura God's divine will, dormant for ten thousand years, suddenly reappeared within him. That divine will was cold and ruthless, directly issuing a divine decree in his spiritual world: Don't touch that person! Otherwise, I will annihilate you, leaving you no chance of reincarnation!
Tang Chen panicked completely.
He considered himself a monster, half-human and half-ghost, yet faced with the supreme divine will from the realm of gods, he dared not even entertain the slightest thought of resistance. The one opposite him was a true god! An being capable of easily annihilating him!
Helpless, he could only swallow his anger and turn a blind eye. He even secretly prayed that this destructive tyrant could quickly achieve his so-called hundred-game winning streak, leave this place as soon as possible, and get rid of this plague god.
Time slipped away in agony.
Several days later, in the hellish killing field.
On the blood-red arena, the last opponent was turned into a pile of minced meat by Lin Chen's Thor's Hammer.
"boom!"
Ninety-ninth victory!
Lin Chen, carrying Thor's hammer, slowly stood up. His clothes were soaked in blood, and his body was covered in battle wounds, but his eyes were even sharper, like a drawn sword, looking down on the world.
The entire room fell silent!
The audience in the stands, whether former villains or seasoned killers, all stood up and looked at the young man standing at the pinnacle of slaughter with awe.
In their eyes, Lin Chen was the absolute ruler of this blood-red hell, a tyrant of destruction who inspired fear in everyone!
With the referee's loud announcement, the 100th consecutive victory has been achieved!
Beneath the blood-red sky, before the cheers from the hellish killing field had even subsided, a suffocatingly terrifying pressure suddenly descended!
The void twisted, and a figure clad in a blood-red robe with enormous blood-red wings unfurled from his back appeared out of thin air—it was the King of Slaughter. He hovered in mid-air, his crimson eyes sweeping over Lin Chen, his hoarse voice echoing throughout the arena: "Congratulations, young tyrant of destruction. A hundred consecutive victories—you've earned the qualification. I will now open the Hell Road for you—survive it, and you will become the new God of Slaughter of the Slaughter City!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to tear through space and open the Asura Passage to the outside world.
"Wait a moment!"
Lin Chen suddenly raised his hand and loudly called for a halt.
The King of Slaughter paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his crimson eyes, clearly not expecting this human to dare interrupt him: "Hmm? What else do you want? Quickly follow me into the Road to Hell!"
Lin Chen pointed at him, his tone calm yet undeniably domineering: "Get down here, I have something to talk to you about alone."
Upon hearing this, the entire hellish killing field fell into a deathly silence!
All the fallen, killers, and villains stared wide-eyed at Lin Chen, their faces filled with disbelief.
He... he actually dared to make the high and mighty King of Slaughter come down? This is simply courting death! In the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter is heaven, a god, the absolute ruler, and no one has ever dared to speak to him like this!
But the next second, something happened that shocked and terrified everyone—
The King of Slaughter's blood-red aura subsided slightly, and his blood-red wings slowly folded. He actually floated down from mid-air, walking step by step to Lin Chen. His murderous aura had lessened somewhat, and he said in a deep voice, "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"
Although he was furious, he dared not actually attack Lin Chen. The divine warning from the Asura God was like a sword hanging over his head, forcing him to endure.
Lin Chen's lips curled into a cold smile, a flash of light appeared between his brows, and the Blue Silver Domain (Senro Eijin) and the Thunder Domain erupted simultaneously, with light blue and purple-gold halos intertwining and instantly enveloping the entire killing field!
Within the domain, the blue silver roots resembled pythons, and the lightning lashed out like snakes. His all-seeing divine eyes locked onto the King of Slaughter, and he said, word by word, "Crimson Nine-Headed Bat, stop pretending. I want you to hand over the Haotian Ultimate Technique that you parasitized in Tang Chen, as well as the Asura Demon Sword within his body."
The King of Slaughter shuddered, his crimson eyes flashing with extreme horror and panic. He hadn't expected his identity to be seen through so easily! He forced himself to remain calm and shouted sharply, "Insolence! I am the King of the Slaughter City, not some Blood Bat! What you're looking for isn't here!"
"Oh? You won't admit it?" Lin Chen sneered, and Thor's Hammer instantly appeared in his hand, with purple-gold lightning crackling wildly across its shaft. "It's fine. Since you refuse to hand it over, then I'll destroy this City of Slaughter. I want to see if you, this parasitic bat, can still hide when this hell collapses!"
Seeing his identity completely exposed, the King of Slaughter stopped pretending and let out a piercing bat-like shriek, sneering, "Human, it's not that I look down on you. You think you can destroy the entire Slaughter City? You overestimate yourself!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Chen smiled even more calmly, his tone brimming with confidence: "Unfortunately, I do have this ability. I possess a rare herb that can amplify the toxins in the Yellow Spring Dew of this Slaughter City infinitely. When the time comes, I will simply throw it into the water source, and I'll see if you, Bat King, can still stay peacefully in your kingdom."
Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter's mocking expression froze instantly, replaced by extreme shock and fear.
He knew the Yellow Spring Dew best; it contained a deadly poison that corroded the soul. If there truly were a drug that could amplify its toxicity a hundredfold or a thousandfold, the entire Killing Capital would become a gigantic prison and a den of poison. Even if he possessed Tang Chen's body, he wouldn't be able to stay there for long!
"Boy! You dare threaten me?!" The King of Slaughter roared, his murderous aura surging. "Believe me or not, I'll kill you right now!"
"I bet you wouldn't dare." Lin Chen's eyes were icy, his tone domineering and unyielding.
He was betting on the favor of the God King of Life Destruction behind him, betting that the other party wouldn't dare to make a move!
The King of Slaughter was speechless, trembling with rage, yet dared not actually make a move. He dared not gamble that Lin Chen was bluffing; if the herb was real, he would be doomed!
Seeing the King of Slaughter's unpredictable expression, Lin Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief: He'd fooled him!
He didn't have any miraculous medicine. The Blood Swan Kiss that Tang San used in the original novel had already been given to Dugu Bo. He didn't even have a single herb on him.
After a long silence, the King of Slaughter finally relented, letting out a cold snort through gritted teeth. After all, the Great Sumeru Hammer and the Asura Demon Sword originally belonged to Tang Chen, not to the Nine-Headed Bat King, so giving them away wouldn't hurt him.
"Buzz!"
The void trembled, and a longsword, entirely blood-red and covered in hideous demonic patterns, appeared out of thin air, hovering before Lin Chen. The sword exuded a chilling aura of slaughter and demonic power—it was the Asura Demon Sword!
"The sword is for you." The King of Slaughter's tone was icy. "As for the Great Sumeru Hammer Technique, Tang Chen's remnant soul is still resisting, and I cannot immediately separate it. Give me some time, and I will write it down for you from memory."
"It's a deal." Lin Chen smiled with satisfaction, retracted his two domains, and reached out to grasp the Asura Demon Sword. It was icy cold to the touch, and a violent killing power surged into his body, but it was forcibly suppressed by his Thunder God bloodline.
"I will leave once I get the other thing I want." Lin Chen sheathed the demonic sword, his tone solemn. "I promise I won't touch this City of Slaughter."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chen turned around, shouldered the Thor's Hammer, held the Asura Demon Sword, and left.
The King of Slaughter watched his retreating figure, his blood-red wings trembled, and he too transformed into a streak of blood-red light and vanished into the sky.
The onlookers, the Fallen Ones, exchanged bewildered glances. No one knew what terrifying deal this tyrant of destruction had struck with the King of Slaughter. All they knew was that from this day forward, this tyrant would wield yet another demonic sword powerful enough to slay gods!
Back in the simple wooden hut, Lin Chen closed the door behind him, shutting out the bloodshed and noise from the outside world. He sat cross-legged, placing the blood-red Asura Demon Sword across his lap.
Lin Chen's fingertips lightly traced the cold spine of the sword, each flowing demonic rune containing the devastating power of a Shura god. A burning light flashed in Lin Chen's eyes—this was the Shura God's ultimate artifact!
He had personally witnessed the God of Asura wielding this sword to contend with the God of Destruction, and the divine might of that moment remained unforgettable. In the original story, Tang San, at level 80, could dominate the Title Douluo realm with just the Sea God's artifact, while the one in his hand was a top-tier super artifact!
"However, using it directly is definitely not an option," Lin Chen pondered. "The God of Destruction won't agree, and the God of Asura will certainly not allow me to touch his power. To truly control it, I must first squeeze every last drop of benefit out of it!"
With a thought, Lin Chen's back emitted a "whoosh" sound, and eight Soul-Devouring Spider Spears, shimmering with a cold, eerie blue light, burst forth from his back. At the same time, his Blue-Silver Domain was fully activated, and the aura of Senluo Yongzhen permeated the area. Countless tiny golden threads of devouring energy spread out like living things, layer upon layer, wrapping around the Asura Demon Sword.
"Northern Darkness Divine Art, absorb it!"
Lin Chen let out a low shout, and the Northern Darkness True Qi within his body circulated wildly. The Devouring Golden Thread, like a greedy hungry ghost, frantically drew upon the violent, icy, and murderous Asura Divine Power from the Asura Demon Sword!
A surge of immense divine power flowed into Lin Chen's body through the golden threads, causing excruciating pain as his meridians were stretched. Yet, he gritted his teeth and endured it. The bloodline of the Thunder God and the will of destruction intertwined within him, forcibly refining and purifying this divine power that did not belong to him.
Suddenly, Lin Chen felt a tremor in the air behind his head.
Besides the cracked, purple-gold Thunder God Ring, a brand new, blood-red ring slowly condensed and took shape!
"It's done!" Lin Chen was overjoyed.
He had only intended to use his experience in condensing the Thunder God's Ring to steal the Asura God's power and condense his own Killing God's Ring. Unexpectedly, he was actually close to succeeding!
This crimson divine ring hovered behind his head, complementing the Thunder God's ring. It lacked the serene aura of a 100,000-year-old soul ring; instead, it exuded a cold, domineering, and all-encompassing killing intent, as if it wanted to drag all things in the world into an endless hell!
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