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A year seemed like just a blink of an eye in the eternally noisy and bloody furnace of the Killing City.

Inner city, the killing field of hell.

The stands were still filled with the fallen who were screaming wildly and losing their minds due to the blood and killing.

In the center of the field, a ten-man melee had just ended. The winner dragged his broken body and staggered off the field amid deafening cheers and curses.

The host was a pale, middle-aged man with a shrill voice. He floated in mid-air, trying to liven up the atmosphere. “Next round! We need ten brave warriors! Please the King of Slaughter with blood and death! Those who sign up will receive…”

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because when he looked at the registration desk as usual, it was empty.

The entrance to the passage, which should have been crowded with desperadoes, now only had cold stone walls.

The noise in the stands also subsided strangely, and countless eyes subconsciously glanced towards a corner of the audience.

There, a figure sat quietly.

He was still wearing that simple black robe and flowing silver-white hair.

The pair of ferocious black dragons behind him seemed to become more solid, and their cold dragon eyes swept across the entire audience, making everyone who looked at them feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.

He did not hold the dreaded blood spear in his hand, but simply placed it casually on his knees, tapping it occasionally with his fingertips.

Yama

Hell Killing Field, fifty consecutive victories.

This number is not unprecedented in the history of the City of Slaughter, but the way it was achieved is enough to scare everyone who hears it.

His match cannot be called a fight, but a massacre!

There was no skill involved. Often, there was only a flash of blood, and before anyone could even see his movements, the opponent had already turned into dry bones, their vitality completely devoured by the bizarre blood spear.

The speed is so fast that it is despairing, and the cruelty is so that it makes even the most bloodthirsty degenerate feel physically uncomfortable.

In the first few months, there were still some desperate outlaws who refused to believe in evil or strong men secretly instigated by the King of Killing who tried to challenge, but without exception, they all became food for the Blood Spear.

That changed until about three months ago.

No one dared to sign up to compete with Xuan Ming anymore.

The rule of the Hell Killing Field is that it can only be opened when there are ten people gathered.

When no one was willing to be the other nine, the winning streak was forced to stall.

The rules of the Killing City were challenged for the first time – the Hell Killing Field could not force contestants to participate.

When everyone refuses to play against someone, the match cannot be held.

Thus, a strange sight appeared in this city of sin: the candidate for the God of Death [Yama] who had won fifty consecutive victories was in an awkward situation where he had no games to fight because no one dared to become his enemy.

But he was clearly not idle.

The inner city and outer city of the Killing City, these two areas that were originally disorderly and lawless, have become even more weird and terrifying in the past two months.

Xuan Ming’s figure is like a nightmare, often appearing in dirty streets, dark alleys, and even outside the “safe houses” of some fallen people.

He was not actively killing people, but more like… searching.

Searching for those lucky “right” ones.

No one knows what his standards are.

Sometimes, he would let a thug who looked extremely vicious go free.

Sometimes, they would suddenly attack someone who was huddled in a corner and seemed harmless.

His reason was shockingly simple: “Your murderous aura… doesn’t smell right.”

Or more directly: “I don’t like you.”

Perhaps only he himself knows the real reason.

Through constant killing, he was tempering something, perhaps it was murderous aura, perhaps it was the increasingly bizarre blood spear, or perhaps it was his own bottomless power.

This completely unpredictable and illogical “random” killing brought psychological torture to all survivors far worse than the killing fields in hell.

Everyone lives in fear, not knowing whether the evil star will appear in front of them in the next second.

The host, sweat oozing from his forehead, repeated it in a dry voice and even raised the stakes of the reward – offering an additional ten cups of precious “Yellow Spring Dew”.

However, all he got in response was dead silence.

Xuan Ming in the corner seemed to be accustomed to this scene. He slowly stood up.

In an instant, the entire hell killing field seemed to be frozen, all noises disappeared completely, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed to the extreme.

Countless eyes followed his figure in fear, fearing that the God of Death would be unhappy and clear the area at will.

Xuan Ming didn’t look at anyone and walked straight towards the exit.

Wherever it passed, the crowd parted like a tide, leaving behind a wide, deadly passage.

He doesn’t care whether the winning streak continues.

For him, the Killing Fields of Hell is just a place to obtain the necessary “qualifications”, not an end in itself.

Since there is no “nutrients” here, he will naturally look for them elsewhere.

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The City of Slaughter, Between the Thrones.

The King of Slaughter’s scarlet eyes stared through the endless blood mist at the scene reflected in the crystal ball – Xuan Ming slowly walked out of the hell killing field, and his figure merged into the chaotic and dirty streets of the outer city.

He punched the armrest of the throne hard, and the solid unknown bone material was instantly covered with cracks.

“Trash! A bunch of trash!”

The angry roar caused the blood mist in the entire hall to roll.

The black-armored knights standing below were silent and bowed their heads deeply.

“Three whole months! Not a single match for him! When did my Slaughter City become a place of charity?!” The Slaughter King’s rage was almost tangible. “Those scum would rather die than take the field?!”

A knight commander stepped forward with gritted teeth: “Your Majesty… It’s not that he’s afraid to go on the field, it’s that no one… dares to go on the field with him. We tried to make secret arrangements, but… those who were arranged either died unexpectedly beforehand or disappeared completely. And…”

The Knight Commander’s voice was tinged with fear. “He… he seemed to know it was us who sent him there. The last time we sent someone to guide public opinion, he was found hanging at the inner city gate the next day, drained dry…”

The King of Slaughter’s breathing became heavy, his scarlet eyes were filled with violence, yet mixed with a hint of helplessness and frustration.

His original plan was to use the rules of the Hell Killing Field to continuously arrange powerful opponents for Xuan Ming, and even design a siege, so as to eventually keep this threat completely off the field.

As long as it complies with the “rules”, the woman can’t say anything.

But what about now?

No one fought him!

It seemed as if Xuan Ming had not come here to break through the road to hell or obtain the domain.

He was like a hungry wolf that broke into the sheepfold, purely for the purpose of killing and devouring!

Although Xuan Ming did not enter the killing ground in the past two months, the number of “abnormal casualties” in the Killing City has increased sharply.

Especially those powerful and notorious guys in the inner and outer cities often disappeared inexplicably. Occasionally, when they were found, only a skeleton with the vitality sucked away was left.

This guy is treating the Killing City like a buffet!

The King of Slaughter could even feel that the aura emitted by the strange blood spear became more and more terrifying after devouring so much life and soul power, and even he felt vaguely uneasy.

What made him even more cautious was that woman – Bibi Dong!

The cold warning and unfathomable strength from a year ago are still vivid in our minds.

He had no doubt that if he really took action personally or used means outside the rules to target Xuan Ming, that crazy woman would definitely tear up the agreement and come in to kill him herself!

By then, it will not be a question of losing a few Fallen Ones, but whether he can still sit firmly on the throne as the King of Killing!

“Damn it! Damn it!” The King of Slaughter roared, and the armrests of the throne were crushed by him.

What he regretted most now was why he didn’t reject that woman directly! Now it was easy to invite a god but hard to send him away!

This Xuan Ming is simply a plague god!

A lawless plague god who is protected by top powerful people!

He was no longer looking forward to Xuan Ming’s “performance” on the killing field. He only hoped that this evil star would quickly gather enough scenes, rush to that damn road to hell, and then get out of his killing city!

He even began to consider whether he should secretly lower the difficulty of the Hell Road, or… simply find a reason to just count him as having passed?

When this thought came up, even the King of Slaughter himself felt it was absurd and aggrieved.

He, the ruler of the City of Slaughter, the feared King of Slaughter, was actually forced by a kid who hadn’t even obtained the realm of the God of Killing to think of how to open a back door for him and beg him to leave quickly?

What a shame and humiliation!

At this moment, the scene in the crystal ball changed.

Xuan Ming, who was walking on the streets of the outer city, suddenly stopped.

His eyes went in one direction.

There, an extremely tall and burly man holding a huge blood-red purple-gold hammer had just twisted the neck of an attacker. He exuded a murderous aura. Judging from the fluctuations of his soul power, he was a Soul Sage-level warrior. It seemed that he had just entered the City of Slaughter not long ago and had not yet fully adapted to the rules here. His eyes still retained the ferocity and arrogance of the outside world.

Xuan Ming’s ice-blue eyes lit up slightly, as if a hunter had found prey worth attacking.

The two black dragons behind him seemed to be excited as well, letting out silent roars.

When the King of Slaughter saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat.

He had some impression of the idiot with the purple gold hammer. He was a tough guy who came in in recent months. He had won more than ten consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Field. He was one of the chess pieces he originally planned to use to snipe Xuan Ming in the later stage.

But now…

“No… No!” The King of Killing stood up suddenly.

However, before he could react, an extreme white light lit up in the crystal ball, and Xuan Ming’s figure had already turned into a blurry black line in the white light, rushing straight towards the Purple Gold Hammer Soul Saint with a biting chill!

The King of Slaughter closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that the “chess piece” he had found with great difficulty was about to be lost again!

“Hurry…” The King of Slaughter almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out the order from between his teeth.

“Go check! Which other strong, fearless fools have just come in? Find a way… No! Just invite them to the killing fields of hell!”

“Tell them that as long as they’re willing to sign up to compete with Xuan Ming, I’ll guarantee them enough Yellow Spring Dew for three years! No! Five years!”

The King of Slaughter slumped on the throne, feeling unprecedented fatigue and frustration.

He has ruled the City of Slaughter for so many years, and this is the first time he has encountered this kind of “Plague God” who cannot be beaten or stopped, and he can only hope that the other party will quickly achieve his goal and then be sent away!

He only wants one thing now, that this guy quickly completes his 100 victories, and then takes his equally tough female companion with him, and gets out of his killing city immediately!

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