Douluo: Adventure Begins from Wuhun City

Chapter 127 The Killing Fields of Hell
After watching the two women with gloomy faces leave, Chen Yao sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he decided in his heart not to do anything fancy this time and to cooperate with these two people.

The King of Slaughter is the ancestor of the Haotian Sect, the 99th level Extreme Douluo, Tang Chen.

However, now that he is possessed by the Bloody Nine-headed Bat King, he is like a puppet, and his soul power can only be exerted at about level 95.

Moreover, all of Tang Chen's soul skills were dependent on the Clear Sky Hammer, and the Nine-headed Bat King could only use one tenth or one twelfth of their power.

As for their cooperation, Chen Yao himself will not talk about it for now, but A Yin and Liu Erlong, the God King of Life and the inheritor of the first-level God Rakshasa, have many cards in their hands. If they face the bloody nine-headed bat king together, they are not without a chance of winning.

Of course, if Chen Yao later finds a way to kill them both and still take Tang Yuehua away from here, he will still kill these two allies without hesitation.

After sorting out his thoughts, Chen Yao was too lazy to think too much. He looked at Tang Yuehua behind him, a malicious look flashed in his eyes, and a ball of anger surged in his heart.

For Tang Yuehua, he formed an alliance with two of his mortal enemies for the first time in his life.

After paying so much, it would be unreasonable not to get something in return.

Thinking of this, Chen Yao stretched out his hands to the round and perky breasts behind her and pinched them twice mercilessly, causing Tang Yuehua to scream in pain.

"Yeah! What are you doing?"

"Ok!"

Chen Yao nodded, and then, while Tang Yuehua was still slightly dazed, he picked her up and strode into the room with great anger.

The next day, Chen Yao slowly walked down from the killing arena which was as big as a football field. His steps were brisk, his face was calm, his body was spotless, and he had a sense of freedom. This formed a sharp contrast with the purgatory-like scene behind him, where 9 incomplete corpses were scattered in every corner and blood was flowing like a river.

The people in the stands who were cheering and singing for the killing should have been excited and crazy when they saw such a bloody scene, but at this moment there was an eerie silence.

Many people were sweating and looking at the dark and thin figure walking calmly below with fear in their hearts. They knew that the killing field of hell, which had finally calmed down after the God of Killing walked out several years ago, was likely to be in turmoil again!
Chen Yao, who was sitting below, did not choose to leave after simply finishing a game. Instead, he walked straight to the audience seats and sat down in an empty seat with a good view.

Chen Yao had a handsome face, and because he was in a good mood, there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He exudes an elegant and easy-going temperament.

But the guys around him, who were full of murderous intent and fierce expressions, all looked frightened when they saw Chen Yao approaching and sitting down.

Although that was just Chen Yao's first game, his brutal and violent methods were so brutal that even the old men like them who had been in the City of Slaughter for who knows how long felt ashamed of themselves. At this moment, Chen Yao was no different from a prehistoric beast in their eyes, and they tried to stay as far away from him as possible.

As a group of old hands in the City of Slaughter, they do have some insight.

After all, the grass on the graves of those guys who became mentally ill because of Bloody Mary and wanted to rush up and kill anyone they saw would probably be so overgrown that it blocked out the sky.

As for the reactions of those around him, Chen Yao did not pay much attention. He crossed his arms and waited quietly for the next killing field to start. Not long after, there was another commotion from the audience. Hearing the sound, Chen Yao opened his eyes and looked at the contestants who kept coming out of the gate.

The 9 people in front either had faces full of flesh, fierce expressions, and murderous intent, or they had a gloomy aura, like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark.

In this arena where killing is the main theme, there are many people like this, but they don't have any special features.

When the last person entered, Chen Yao's eyes moved slightly.

The person who entered had a fair face, skin as white as cream, and was delicate and noble, like an elegant aristocrat. He formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding killing field filled with villains and bloody scenes everywhere.

At this moment, it was Tang Yuehua who registered for the competition with Chen Yao.

Although Tang Yuehua was wearing a loose dress at the moment, her skin was not visible at all.

But the vicious thugs around still had red eyes and lustful gazes as they kept scanning Tang Yuehua, as if they wanted to burn through her skirt with their scorching gazes, in order to block the beautiful scenery under her skirt.

However, Tang Yuehua remained calm despite all the gazes and walked onto the stage with a composed look.

Soon, in the audience seats, with the thugs howling like hungry wolves, another bloody and exciting killing contest began.

On the stage, Chen Yao had a calm expression, and there was no trace of nervousness in his eyes.

Although he didn't know how powerful Tang Yuehua's fighting ability was after her martial soul transformation, for the sake of safety, he had already stored a part of his martial soul energy in Tang Yuehua, and others were in control of the scene, so it would be difficult for Tang Yuehua to encounter any accidents.

As the killing field gradually unfolded, Chen Yao's calm expression gradually turned into surprise.

At this moment, a touch of purple covered the entire arena, with a terrifying majesty that seemed to make people want to come and pay homage.

And above the purple mist, countless magical lights flickered, like stars dotted around.

Tang Yuehua's position was at the very center of the stars, and all the stars were circling and twinkling around her.

Her hair flowed like a waterfall without wind, a mysterious purple pattern flashed between her eyebrows, she held a purple ruyi in her hand, her expression was indifferent, like a sacred statue.

This is the Ziwei Starry Realm, which was transformed from her original aristocratic realm.

In the City of Slaughter, domain skills are not affected by the restrictions of spirit rings!

At this moment, even though Tang Yuehua's own soul power was not strong, and could even be described as extremely weak, but in this field, her every move seemed to carry an inexplicable terrifying power and an irresistible will, waving the stars that evolved around her, shining and ejecting.

As he swung his fists, the contestants who had been so full of vigor and vitality exploded and died one after another under the irresistible and terrifying starlight, without any ability to resist at all.

Even though the blood mist exploded, strangely enough, it did not look bloody. Instead, under the bright starlight, it looked colorful and beautiful!
(End of this chapter)