Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 213 Traces of the Body Sect
Deep underground, there is a huge arena.

In the arena, eight out of ten people have fallen on the cold floor.

They lay on the ground motionless, their shriveled bodies looking like mummies dried by the wind after years of death.

thump~
A slight sound was heard, and another newly dead corpse fell to the ground.

"A boring killing, disappointing."

The only living person in the field said in a disappointed tone.

He was tall and wore an unusually loose blood-red robe, but even so, it could not hide his body that was so thin that it seemed as if only a skeleton was left.

After saying that, the man in red robe opened his mouth and inhaled. The blood mist floating in the air above the mummy that had just died was sucked into the air and swallowed by him.

"A bunch of rubbish. The only thing worth tasting is the delicious blood on your body."

The man in the red robe had an expression of enjoyment on his face, as if he was tasting some rare delicacy. He even licked his long blood-red nails in his mouth with satisfaction, and a sick smile appeared on his pale face.

Such a horrifying scene did not seem to cause disgust or nausea among the people in the stands. Instead, they were extremely excited and madly shouted three words continuously - Bloodthirsty King!
"Congratulations, young bloodthirsty king." A deep and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions.

The murderous aura emanating from the red-robed man instantly flowed back due to the appearance of this voice.

"Hmph! The King of Slaughter is quite capable."

Relying on the ability granted by his martial soul, he found the source of the sound.

Looking up, I saw a blood-red figure descending from the sky.

"The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter! The King of Slaughter..."

The appearance of the blood-red figure caused the Fallen in the stands to shout wildly, and they showed no intention of stopping until their voices became hoarse.

"Bloodthirsty King, you are a born degenerate." The King of Slaughter hovered in the air half a meter above the ground and praised the man in red robes:

"The blood martial spirit and outstanding talent allowed you to complete a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Field within three months, breaking the record for the fastest completion of a hundred consecutive victories in history, and completing a feat that no one has ever accomplished."

"I am very optimistic about you. In order to commend your record-breaking achievement, I have decided to make an exception and grant you the title of God of Death."

"From now on, you can enter and leave the Slaughter City freely, and be hired as a guest of the Slaughter City under me."

But faced with such generous conditions from the King of Slaughter, the man in red robe refused without any respect.

"Killing God?" He laughed contemptuously:
"What kind of God of Killing is he without a killing domain?"

"If I really have to give you a title, why not give it to myself? Why would I have to stay in a place like this for three months?"

"You don't need to say anything extra. Just start the road to hell. This is your duty."

The King of Slaughter clenched his fists in anger at the red-robed man's rudeness, but due to the rules, unless the other party attacked him, he could not do anything to hurt the other party at a time when the other party had completed a hundred consecutive victories.

"In that case, I will satisfy your request." The King of Slaughter slowly rose into the air, and his deep and sharp voice echoed throughout the killing field:

"Not everyone is qualified to walk the road to hell."

“It’s a different kind of experience to experience the Hell Road in person, because if you can’t pass it, it will be the last trip of your life.”

"Good luck, Bloodthirsty King."

Thick red mist was suddenly released from the King of Slaughter. These evil and cold red ripples seemed to spread slowly, but within a few blinks of an eye they spread to the entire Hell Killing Field.

Under the influence of the red light, the fallen who were originally sitting in the stands gradually became quiet, their eyes became dull, but soon they were filled with bloodshot. Sharp screams filled the entire venue, and the fallen who were under the influence of the red light crazily mutilated themselves until the end of their lives.

"Blood, so much blood!" The man in red robe licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, his red eyes full of desire for blood.

But he did not act rashly, because he had already guessed that the current situation was a necessary process to open the road to hell.

Before long, all the fallen people in the stands died from self-mutilation.

Their blood spilled on the ground, and a large amount of blood gathered together like small streams, flowing along the inconspicuous small pipes under the stands to the center of the killing field.

"Bloodthirsty King, you don't seem surprised at all?" The King of Killing asked curiously.

In response, the red-robed man casually replied:
"They are just a bunch of trash. It is their supreme honor to be the sacrifice to open the road to hell. Others even have no chance to do so."

Seeing that the person in front of him was even more indifferent to life than himself, the King of Killing couldn't help but quietly step back half a step, leaving a few words before disappearing.

"Bloodthirsty King, you are indeed a born degenerate."

At this moment, a huge blood-red pattern appeared on the ground where the red-robed man was standing.

The pattern is a bird-like creature that looks extremely strange.

Just as the red-robed man had time to take a look, the bird's eyes lit up.

In an instant, a huge red light shot up into the sky, engulfing his body and making him lose his sense of the outside world.

It was unknown how much time had passed, but when the red light faded, the man in red found himself on a circular platform.

"Is this the road to hell? It doesn't seem that great."

Outside the circular platform where he was standing was a bottomless abyss.

Apart from this, there is only a narrow path less than half a foot wide leading into the unknown darkness.

The man in red robe walked forward to the edge of the platform and looked down into the abyss.

Although there was endless darkness below, he, who possessed the blood martial soul, could sense that there was blood below, an extremely huge amount of blood.

However, facing the blood below, he did not show any joy, but instead said with some disdain:
"Unfortunately, the distance is too far, and the blood contains too many toxins and has a complex composition. It is not a clean and high-quality drink."

As he spoke, he used his blood martial spirit to expel all of Bloody Mary's toxins from his body and stepped onto the long and narrow path.

"The Killing God Realm, this young master is here."

……

Outside, in the mountains and forests.

"Young Master Xueshi, you finally woke up."

The red-robed man opened his eyes and heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears:

"You have passed the test of the Hell Road and obtained the Killing God Domain. Now, no one in the Body Sect can shake your position as the Young Sect Master. Even the Sect Master's grandson is not qualified to compete with you."

The man in red robe, or should I say, Xue Shi, after he woke up, he glanced at the people around him, and then turned his gaze to a magic sword beside him.

"What is this?" He had never heard that there were other rewards besides the Killing God Realm for passing the Hell Road test.

(End of this chapter)