Ignaz's breathing had become somewhat rapid, and his clothing was drenched in blood. His upper body was covered with countless stains, and his once-white hair was now dyed scarlet.
However, as he looked at the blood dragon on his war spear, an extremely joyful smile spread across his face. The dragon's horns and front legs had grown more robust, and its entire body had become solid. At that moment, the blood dragon on the spear shaft resembled a living, breathing true dragon coiling around it.
Correspondingly, the innate dao patterns on the spear shaft and the dragon-shaped designs had also grown more mysterious and terrifying. The blood-killing aura within them seemed on the verge of bursting out.
Ignaz walked into another house. As he saw a fallen one jump out the window to escape, he couldn't be bothered to pursue and kill him.
He immediately entered the room, took out six fourth-level defensive soul tools, and arranged them in a six-pointed star formation. A blue energy shield enveloped the entire room.
Only then did Ignaz plant the Blood Thunder War Spear vertically into the floor, slowly close his eyes, and begin operating his meditation method to accelerate the recovery of his lost spirit power.
...
At that moment, in the center of Slaughter City, inside the Slaughter King's palace:
Dozens of bats, transformed into Hell Messengers, urgently approached the Slaughter King.
"Slaughter King, that kid instantly killed nearly a thousand fallen spirit masters, organized by a Spirit Douluo. His destruction of Slaughter City is irreversible. Are we really going to let him continue living so arrogantly here?"
The Hell Messenger's voice was filled with endless worry and shock. She could hardly believe that a newcomer, who had arrived in Slaughter City just seven days ago, could be even more insane than fallen ones who had survived here for over ten years.
His methods of killing were merciless, leaving no survivors, even draining the corpses dry.
"I already know."
The Slaughter King had long been aware of Ignaz's actions, having seen his massacre of many fallen ones through surveillance footage. After stabilizing his emotions, he threw a black-red token to the Hell Messenger and said seriously:
"Give him this Black-Robed Elder Token."
"Why? Shouldn't you personally eliminate this unstable factor?"
"How dare you!"
The Slaughter King grabbed the Hell Messenger out of thin air, pulling her before him and gripping her neck with one hand. His eyes burned with fierce malice.
Then he threw her aside and said sternly:
"If there's a next time, you can die!"
"Understood. I'll handle it immediately."
The Hell Messenger, injured, stumbled as she transformed into bats and flew toward Ignaz's location.
Suddenly, "Bang!"
The Hell Messenger was bounced back by the energy shield. Hearing the commotion, Ignaz immediately pulled out the Blood Thunder War Spear and walked outside.
"Contestant 16528, it's me."
Seeing the Hell Messenger outside the energy shield, Ignaz deactivated the soul tool's protective capability:
"Your purpose in coming—is the Slaughter King asking to see me?"
The Hell Messenger looked closely at Ignaz, whom she had not seen for just seven days. His sharp, murderous gaze and the overwhelming killing aura emanating from him filled her with increasing fear. She quickly threw the token over:
"This is what the Slaughter King ordered me to give you."
As Ignaz received the Black-Robed Elder token, he was about to ask why, but just then, the Slaughter King's voice echoed throughout the sky above Slaughter City, delivering extremely important news:
"Effective immediately, contestant 16528 is promoted to Black-Robed Elder of Slaughter City. My subjects, I now bestow upon you a new grace. From now on, anyone who kills contestant 16528, no matter when or where, will receive the Blood-Colored Elder Token, allowing them to lead twenty subordinates to freely enter and exit Slaughter City and gain the right to use soul techniques."
All fallen ones within Slaughter City who heard this command stood up and walked out of taverns and houses, gathering on the streets and looking up at the sky.
Their expressions gradually became frenzied, and several fallen ones even began fighting, lifting up the bodies of the dead and shouting loudly:
"Slaughter King, Slaughter King..."
Both the Hell Messenger and Ignaz were stunned by the situation. The Hell Messenger, confused, became even more worshipful of the Slaughter King—she hadn't expected him to personally issue a decree targeting contestant 16528.
Ignaz felt both excited and panicked. In his plan, killing all these fallen ones was necessary, but he had planned to use the rules of Hell's Slaughter Arena and the inner city sieges to weaken the high-end combat power and the spirit master small fry, ultimately achieving his goal of killing all the fallen spirit masters in Slaughter City.
He hadn't expected the Slaughter King to issue this decree, directly placing him in opposition to all fallen spirit masters and allowing them to continuously siege him.
Hearing the many battle cries outside the house, Ignaz looked directly at the Hell Messenger, who was about to leave, and angrily asked:
"What does the Slaughter King mean by this? This is clearly deliberately targeting me."
"This is the Slaughter King's intention. The rules within Slaughter City were originally established by him. You'd better take care of yourself in the coming days."
The Hell Messenger couldn't wait for contestant 16528, who had extreme combat power and had obviously broken some unwritten rules, to die quickly. Only then could the killing situation in Slaughter City be minimized and stability maintained.
Before leaving, she still reminded Ignaz:
"16528, this token promotion has no rules—siege operations can even be conducted within the slaughter arena. Good luck."
As the Hell Messenger flew away, the sounds of breaking doors and crumbling walls followed. Countless fallen ones rushed into the room, while hundreds or even thousands more arrived, including some Spirit Sage and Spirit Douluo-level experts among them.
Ignaz quickly activated the energy defense shield and, to ensure safety, added another layer of defense inside the first one.
He sat cross-legged, with a peaceful mind, operating his meditation method to rapidly recover spirit power, while also using the second soul bone skill of his Blue Silver Emperor right soul bone to accelerate spirit power recovery.
"Bang, clang, clank—"
Countless weapons continued attacking the energy shield, but there was no reaction whatsoever.
"What kind of weapon is this? It's as hard as a turtle shell—we can't break it at all."
"Contestant 16528, weren't you pretty arrogant? Come out! Don't think we can't do anything to you just because you're hiding inside."
...
As many spirit masters still had no way to deal with the fourth-level defensive soul tool, six Spirit Douluo arrived in time. The spirit power fluctuations they emitted were almost comparable to a Titled Douluo.
"You're all useless—get out of the way!"
One of them directly slashed and killed an innocent fallen spirit master as they walked forward. They had long grown impatient with facing Ignaz inside.
"It's just a little broken shield—let me go first."