He was a towering figure, wrapped completely in a massive blood-red cloak.
His eyes burned crimson as he slowly descended from the air, completely unaffected by gravity, as if the laws of nature themselves bowed before him.
Chen Feng's gaze wavered slightly.
This was his first time seeing the Slaughter King at such close range.
Once, he was Tang Chen, the founder of the Clear Sky Sect, a peerless figure who, like Chen Feng in his past life, had reached the rank of Ninety-Nine: Peerless Douluo.
And now, he had fallen for the sake of a divine seat.
Chen Feng knew that Tang Chen had long lost all hope of becoming a god.
His body had already been completely parasitized by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
Now, the man before him… was no longer Tang Chen.
He was the Slaughter King.
When he was about five meters from the ground, the Slaughter King halted midair.
Floating high above, he looked down upon Chen Feng, his pale face half-hidden beneath his massive cloak, expression unreadable.
"I am pleased."
His voice, low and sharp, echoed through the Hell Arena.
In that instant, the entire coliseum fell dead silent.
Everyone waited for his speech.
"I am pleased... to personally witness the birth of a new champion of the Slaughter Arena."
"It's been decades since anyone achieved one hundred consecutive victories—and today, that miracle has been created by a single young man."
"Seven Kill Asura—! Seven Kill Asura—!"
Thunderous cheers exploded from the audience.
With a hundred straight wins and a killing aura as cold and terrifying as death itself, Chen Feng had thoroughly conquered the hearts of every fallen soul present.
He raised his right hand.
In that moment, he unleashed his full, unfiltered killing intent.
The bloodthirsty aura surged into the air, forming a giant vortex of slaughter.
Inside the massive Hell Arena, not a single fallen soul dared make a sound beneath the weight of his presence.
"Congratulations, young warrior,"
The Slaughter King spoke again, his voice sharp and resonant.
The moment his words echoed out, Chen Feng's nearly tangible killing aura was forcibly retracted, compressed back into his body.
A wave of backlash struck him—his face went pale.
Through the veil of the cloak, Chen Feng saw those crimson eyes staring at him.
And—perhaps it was an illusion—but within them, he saw a trace of disgust.
Chen Feng instantly understood.
It must be because the Asura God's presence was hidden within his martial soul.
Others might not sense it, but Tang Chen, a Peerless Douluo who had once received the Asura God's trial himself, would undoubtedly notice something off.
Still, Chen Feng was confident that even if Tang Chen did sense the anomaly, he wouldn't be able to deduce the full truth.
Because—if he knew Chen Feng was carrying the God Trials…
With the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King controlling him, the Slaughter King wouldn't hesitate to kill him on the spot.
The Slaughter King's voice rang out again:
"With your hundred consecutive victories, as per the rules of Slaughter City, you are entitled to challenge the Hell Road.
Should you succeed, you will gain the Killing God Domain."
"However, as King of Slaughter City, I must warn you—the Hell Road is far more terrifying than you can imagine.
If you choose to give up now, I can break precedent and still grant you the title of Killing God. I would even welcome you as a guest elder of Slaughter City."
There was no hesitation.
"No need, Your Majesty," Chen Feng said coldly.
"I am willing to challenge the Hell Road, and to accept all consequences it may bring."
For a moment, a flicker of red flashed in the Slaughter King's eyes.
But he said nothing further.
Instead, he turned and rose into the air, his body suddenly emitting a thick crimson mist.
The aura and pressure were overwhelming.
Chen Feng was forced to back away dozens of meters just to barely withstand it.
What radiated from the Slaughter King wasn't killing intent, but something far viler—a corrupt and chilling evil energy that seemed to freeze the very marrow of one's bones.
Waves of crimson ripples spread outward, gradually engulfing the entire arena.
The fallen ones around the Hell Arena—normally consumed by bloodlust—were now visibly excited.
They eagerly awaited the spectacle of the Hell Road's opening.
But… they had no idea that their lives were about to end.
Chen Feng noticed that the blood mist emanating from the Slaughter King wasn't directed at him, but instead spreading toward the spectator stands.
One by one, the cheering fallen became rigid and expressionless, their bloodshot eyes staring blankly into space.
A few moments later, the first victims let out agonized howls.
And in the blink of an eye, the entire audience began tearing at their flesh, their screams of pain mixed with an ecstatic frenzy.
Some even began ripping out their organs, grinning as they died.
The madness would continue until death ended it.
Chen Feng stood still, watching coldly.
The horrifying scene stirred a surge of instinctual bloodlust within him—his killing aura itched to erupt.
He had to suppress it with great effort, lest he lose control completely.
Streams of blood flowed like rivers.
This was truly the Hell Arena.
A living hell on earth.
Above, the Slaughter King stood midair, arms spread wide as if basking in the carnage.
"To become the sacrifice that opens the Hell Road…
It is their greatest honor."
A deep, twisted voice echoed—the voice of the Asura God.
Blood ran down the arena floor, following intricate grooves in the stone, forming a massive blood-red symbol.
Chen Feng stood at the very center of this symbol.
To his surprise, it appeared to depict a bird-like creature, but something was off.
It was not quite a bird.
"What is that…?"
As confusion filled his mind, the symbol beneath him suddenly lit up.
In that instant, Chen Feng felt his spiritual power and killing intent shatter.
A pillar of red light burst into the sky, consuming all perception.
His senses went numb—the world became distant and unreal.
And amid the chaos, only one voice echoed in his ears:
"Good luck on the Hell Road."
It was the Slaughter King's sharp, cold farewell.
Just before his consciousness faded completely, Chen Feng finally recognized the shape beneath him—
"A bat… no—a Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King!"
It hit him like lightning.
Though Slaughter City was built upon the legacy of the Asura God, it had been corrupted and modified by the Rakshasa God.
The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King might very well be one of Rakshasa's leftover traps.
Bathed in the devouring crimson light, the ground beneath Chen Feng vanished.
Everything around him dissolved into a void.
His body could no longer move.
His senses were sealed.
A creeping, primal fear began to claw at his heart.
And then—
Chen Feng's killing aura surged, condensing into a white light that wrapped around him like a protective cocoon.
If not for that final surge of killing intent…
He would have been completely devoured the moment the blood light erupted.