"How do you wish to cooperate?"
The red-veiled woman spoke on behalf of the King of Slaughter.
Dugu Feng smiled mysteriously: "With my Dugu Family's presence, no matter which force attempts to target Slaughter City, I will immediately inform you, Senior. Of course, when Senior wishes to turn the tables and deal with the other two Gods of Slaughter, my Dugu Family will stand firmly by your side!"
Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter was immediately intrigued.
The Spirit Hall had an agreement with Slaughter City, and its successors often came to obtain the Slaughter God Domain, making it unlikely they would violate the pact. However, precautions were still necessary.
As for the Clear Sky Sect, it also had a God of Slaughter. Moreover, since he had taken over Tang Chen's body, their conflict was irreconcilable. If he could annihilate the Clear Sky Sect and kill that God of Slaughter, it would eliminate future troubles once and for all.
The King of Slaughter remained expressionless and instead asked, "Poison Demon King, are you only saying this to obtain the Slaughter God Domain? How can I trust you?"
"Hahaha, Senior, as I said, we share common interests. My Dugu Family wishes to become one of the Upper Three Sects, to become the most powerful family on the continent. The Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall are unavoidable obstacles!"
Dugu Feng's eyes gleamed with ambition.
Threats and temptations.
First, he used the Snow-Colored Swan Kiss as a threat, then enticed the King of Slaughter with the prospect of destroying the Clear Sky Sect and killing Tang Hao. Dugu Feng was confident the King of Slaughter would take the bait.
He knew the King of Slaughter had taken over Tang Chen's body, but the King of Slaughter didn't know that he knew.
The King of Slaughter's expression flickered between dark and uncertain, but in the end, he made up his mind. The threat of Tang Chen's sect had to be dealt with.
"Fine. Once you achieve a hundred victories, I will open the Road to Hell. But you likely don't understand the horrors of that path. With your strength, the chances of you dying there are far too great!" the King of Slaughter said coldly.
"To become a true powerhouse, one must face trials. No matter how dangerous, I am willing to take the risk!"
The King of Slaughter finally showed a hint of emotion, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Truly, the young fear no tigers. If you pass the Road to Hell, you will become Slaughter City's guest elder, second only to me!"
No matter how confident Dugu Feng seemed, in the King of Slaughter's eyes, his chances of surviving the Road to Hell were no more than thirty percent. The Slaughter God Domain was not so easily obtained.
"Thank you, Senior. I will surely succeed!"
With that, Dugu Feng turned and strode out.
His heart swelled with excitement.
Though he had made thorough preparations and devised strategies before entering Slaughter City, when it came to life-and-death decisions, even Dugu Feng couldn't remain completely calm.
Only now, having successfully persuaded the King of Slaughter, did he finally feel a wave of relief.
The Snow-Colored Swan Kiss—this Immortal Herb was a must-have. It was a weapon of immense power.
Inside the room, the red-veiled woman was puzzled. Had the great King of Slaughter really agreed to Dugu Feng's terms so easily?
"Great King, if the Road to Hell is opened, Slaughter City will suffer heavy losses. At least half of our citizens must be sacrificed to provide enough blood..." she hurriedly reminded him.
"I know."
"Then...?"
"Know your place! Do not ask questions beyond your station!" the King of Slaughter snapped coldly.
Tang Chen within his body was protected by the Asura Demon Sword and hadn't truly died yet.
If what Dugu Feng said was true—that the Clear Sky Sect had been searching for Tang Chen all along and had now set their sights on Slaughter City—then sooner or later, Slaughter City would have to face Tang Hao, the God of Slaughter.
The tyrannical techniques of Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer still sent shivers down the King of Slaughter's spine.
He had only succeeded in possessing Tang Chen because the latter's mind had been in chaos at the time.
In a direct confrontation, he stood no chance against Tang Chen.
"Poison Demon King, don't disappoint me. After all, you killed Tang Cheng.
If the Dugu Family and the Clear Sky Sect don't become enemies later, I'll make sure to spread the word that you were the one who killed Tang Cheng!"
The King of Slaughter sneered coldly in the end.
He believed he had leverage over Dugu Feng. The Dugu Family only had one Titled Douluo, while the Clear Sky Sect had once been the number one sect in the world—their strength was undeniable.
Yes, this was the way. Let them fight each other.
Now, the King of Slaughter found himself eagerly anticipating Dugu Feng's journey through the Road to Hell.
Someone as ruthless, cunning, and skilled in poison as Dugu Feng would undoubtedly cause trouble for the Clear Sky Sect.
The King of Slaughter schemed maliciously.
Regardless of the King of Slaughter's thoughts, Dugu Feng had resumed his matches. With Tang Cheng and Xiong Ba—the two strongest opponents—gone, Dugu Feng could fight without restraint.
By now, everyone knew Dugu Feng's goal: to achieve one hundred victories.
There were no other Soul Masters left who had five fewer wins than him.
Those close to his winning streak had all stopped participating in Soul Duels, fearing they might encounter Dugu Feng.
The scene of Dugu Feng hunting Tang Cheng outside the Hell Slaughter Arena was forever etched in their minds.
Every Soul Master was acutely aware that they were no match for Dugu Feng.
Whether inside or outside the arena, Dugu Feng had too many methods at his disposal.
Under these circumstances, even the red-veiled woman in charge of the Hell Slaughter Arena had no choice but to disregard how many fewer wins the participating Soul Masters had compared to Dugu Feng.
Sometimes, Dugu Feng was even matched against newcomers who had just arrived in Slaughter City.
Dugu Feng noticed with frustration that the inner city had become much emptier.
Some of the stronger fighters had fled to the outer city just to avoid facing him in battle.
Fortunately, the constant influx of newcomers allowed his matches to continue.
Several months passed.
The hundredth victory arrived without incident.
When Dugu Feng stood in the Slaughter Arena, he suddenly realized the spectator stands were completely packed.
Damn, these people were too well-informed.
Usually, they cleverly hid in the outer city, preferring to contribute Bloody Mary by bleeding themselves rather than participate in matches.
Now that Dugu Feng was about to leave, they all came to see him off.
The truth was, facing Dugu Feng in a match meant certain death—there was no chance of winning.
But did they realize that opening the Road to Hell required their lives as sacrifices?
They might have escaped the first day of the month, but not the fifteenth.
Dugu Feng looked at the spectators with pity. No matter how they tried to hide, they couldn't escape their fate.
"Poison Demon King! Poison Demon King!"
The deafening cheers echoed through the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The killing intent of countless people gathered in that moment, all eager to witness the birth of a new God of Slaughter after one hundred victories.
Among the nine unlucky souls on the arena, four had already given up, resigned to their fate.
The others exchanged glances, plotting one last desperate struggle.
"Don't worry, they'll just die a little later than you!"
Dugu Feng gave a cold smile.
He closed his eyes while extending both hands.
Nine streaks of purple light, as if they had eyes of their own, struck their targets without fail—no matter where they stood in relation to Dugu Feng.
Their bodies exploded instantly, completely devoid of life.
A hundred victories! A hundred victories!
A terrifying aura of bloodlust and slaughter rose from Dugu Feng's body.