Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 299 Finally Full

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After six months of tireless efforts and eager anticipation from the King of Slaughter, Xuanming finally achieved a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena in an almost comical way.

In the final match, when the host announced in a trembling voice that [Hades] had achieved a hundred victories, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena fell into an eerie silence, followed by an unprecedented, almost roof-lifting frenzy of cheers!

The faces of the fallen in the stands were filled with heartfelt joy and... liberation!
This plague is finally leaving!

They no longer have to live in fear, worrying that they might be casually harvested while walking on the street!

The King of Slaughter appeared in the center of the arena almost instantly, his face plastered with an almost fawning smile, where was the slightest trace of the majesty of the ruler of the City of Slaughter?

"Congratulations! Congratulations to Hades on his successful battle! Congratulations to the messengers of Hell on their triumphant return!"

His voice was loud and clear, and he even led the applause, as if afraid that Xuanming would change his mind if he was even a second late.

"These two are exceptionally talented, truly geniuses unseen in the millennia-long history of our City of Slaughter! This shallow water can never truly contain a true dragon!"

He spoke quickly and urgently, giving Xuanming and Hu Liena no time to react, as if afraid they would stay and fight a few more rounds.

"Both of you have proven your absolute qualifications to challenge the Hell Road! It is the only way to leave the City of Slaughter, and it is also the testing ground for true powerhouses!"

"I hereby wish you both good fortune in your martial arts journey, that you may successfully traverse the Hell Road, obtain the God of Slaughter Domain, leave this place, and journey to a wider world!"

His tone was so sincere it was almost exaggerated, and even carried a hint of barely perceptible urging.

In the audience, all the fallen held their breath, their hearts screaming a shared cry: Go! Go! Go!
Xuanming glanced expressionlessly at the poorly acting King of Slaughter, then looked around at the cheering crowd lining the streets.

He naturally understood the implications behind all of this.

Seeing that Xuanming and Hu Liena did not act immediately, the King of Slaughter seemed afraid of complications, and a resolute glint flashed in his scarlet eyes.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and a terrifying burst of blood-red light erupted from his body!
"Now that you two have achieved your wishes, I, the King, will personally see you off. With the lifeblood of all living beings here, I will open this path to hell for you! May you... have a safe journey!"

His voice became ferocious and fanatical, carrying a cruel excitement.

Before the words were even finished, the stands, completely enveloped by that eerie red light, instantly transformed into a maddening inferno more terrifying than hell itself!

The Fallen Ones touched by the red light convulsed violently, their last shred of reason completely burned away, replaced by a madness born from the extreme pain and twisted ecstasy of Bloody Mary's poison being detonated to its limit!
"Uhhhhhh-!"

"Hahaha... It itches! It's so itchy!"

The piercing screams and maniacal laughter mingled together, creating a chilling scene.

They began to scratch their skin frantically, their nails digging deep into their flesh, tearing off bloody wounds, as if countless insects were gnawing at their bodies, and only by tearing themselves apart could they relieve the indescribable pain and itching.

Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining every inch of the stands red.

The entire hellish killing field instantly transformed into a massive and bloody slaughterhouse, with themselves as the slaughterers.

The suffocating stench of blood was almost tangible. Countless streams of life energy and blood energy, as if drawn by an invisible force, surged wildly from the self-mutilating and self-destructive fallen ones, transforming into viscous blood-red streams that rushed and roared as they flowed into the slowly opening entrance to the Hell Road below the arena!
The King of Slaughter stood amidst the blood mist on the high platform, arms outstretched, frantically absorbing the energy formed from countless lives and madness, letting out a satisfying yet cruel roar.

To him, the lives of these fallen ones were as worthless as grass, their only value being to serve as "fuel" to send Xuanming away and to replenish the consumption of the City of Slaughter!
Xuanming and Hu Liena stood in the center of the field, coldly watching this human tragedy, their faces devoid of any emotion.

Having spent nearly three years in the Killing City, they had long been accustomed to all kinds of cruelty and madness. Although the scene before them was extreme, it could not move them.

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The dangers of Hell Road far exceed what outsiders can imagine; the scorching air currents, narrow passages, and deadly traps are enough to cause even the strongest to perish.

However, for Xuanming and Huliena, these obstacles seemed to be nothing at all.

Holding the dark red spear that had devoured countless lives, any demons or traps that rushed at him were often crushed by the fierce aura emanating from the spear before they even got close, or turned into ashes by Xuanming with a casual flick of his spear.

His power, so out of place on this path that tests killing and willpower, is overwhelmingly strong, almost an absolute crushing force.

The shattered remains of the Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King had long since sunk into the Rock River, while the primordial beast that had dominated this place for countless years—the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent—was now a cold corpse.

The enormous body collapsed beside the narrow path, its ferocious head completely annihilated by the power of extreme ice and fire, leaving only a fist-sized inner core radiating a blazing red light and boundless energy, which Xuanming took into his hand.

Hu Liena stood aside, slightly out of breath. Although she hadn't directly faced the main force of the Ten-Headed Sun Serpent in the battle just now, assisting in resisting its poisonous flames and sonic attacks had still taken a toll on her.

Further ahead, a sea of ​​blood appeared, and the light of the exit was faintly visible in the distance, carrying an air of freedom.

Xuanming stopped in his tracks.

His gaze fell upon the depths of the rushing river of lava and blood, the source of endless evil and energy, the core of power accumulated by the City of Slaughter for millennia. He raised his hand, and a dark red spear silently appeared.

Compared to six months ago, it is more solemn, the dragon scale patterns on the spear seem to writhe slowly as if they were alive, and the dark red tip of the spear is so deep that it can devour the soul.

It no longer emitted a thirsty buzzing sound, but rather a kind of... satiated languor, and a faint sense of dissatisfaction.

It's like being just one last bite away from complete perfection, but then it gets stuck there.

After six months of continuous slaughter, it had been fed a massive amount of life energy, yet it still couldn't take that final half-step.

Xuanming's icy blue eyes stared down at the vast, viscous, crimson energy source below, which contained a thousand years of slaughter and desire.

"Quantitative change...leads to qualitative change."

The core blood pool of the Slaughter City is an energy aggregate that gathers the soul power and life force of countless fallen beings, as well as the residual evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God and the Asura God. Its size and purity are far beyond what a single life form can compare to.

That final deficiency seems to require a massive amount of energy, a kind of qualitative change.

Is the vast, boundless blood pool energy before us, accumulated over a thousand years, enough?
Once this thought was made, Xuanming had no more hesitation.

With a flick of his arm, the blood spear transformed into a dark red streak of light, breaking free from his control. Like a weary bird returning to its nest, or a shark smelling blood, it shot straight towards the lava river below, precisely piercing the very core of the boiling, churning crimson energy!
"Xuanming?" Hu Liena exclaimed in surprise, not understanding why he would throw such an important martial soul into that dangerous source of filth.

Xuanming did not answer, but simply watched quietly.

The moment the blood spear plunged into the blood pool—

The entire Hell Road, no, the entire underground core of the Slaughter City, seemed to tremble violently!
The viscous blood pool, which had been slowly churning, suddenly boiled!
Like boiling oil, or like ice water being thrown into a red-hot iron, it made a deafening sizzling sound!
Endless crimson energy, carrying millennia of accumulated killing intent, desperate roars, and twisted desires, surged wildly toward the seemingly inconspicuous blood spear, as if it had found an outlet!
The spearhead instantly glowed with an unprecedentedly dazzling crimson light, and the deep dragon scale patterns seemed to come alive, greedily devouring the surging energy.

The extreme dark red tip of the spear spun wildly, forming a miniature black hole that ruthlessly plundered everything around it!
The blood pool is decreasing and thinning at a visible rate!
Deep within the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter, who was enjoying the tranquility after the sacrifice, suddenly stood up from his throne, his crimson eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and rage!
"Do not--!!!"

He sensed that the very foundation of the Killing City, the source that sustained this realm and provided him with power, was being frantically extracted and plundered by an incomparably tyrannical force!
"Who is it?! Who is disturbing my blood pool?!"

However, his roar could not reach the road to hell.

Xuanming stood at the edge, coldly watching all of this, feeling a long-lost, almost jubilant tremor emanating from the seemingly non-existent contract in his hand, which was closely connected to the blood spear.

The Blood Spear was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the energy accumulated over thousands of years.

Its original languid aura vanished, replaced by an extreme greed and excitement!
It trembled, hummed, and emitted a joyful hiss.

The dragon scale patterns on the spear became brighter and clearer, as if they were truly covered by black dragon scales, exuding a primordial and ferocious aura.

That last trace of dissatisfaction is being rapidly filled by the vast energy.

Xuanming could clearly sense that the Blood Spear was undergoing some kind of fundamental transformation.

It is no longer just a martial spirit, but is evolving into something more terrifying and autonomous.

When nearly half of the blood pool's energy was drained, the blood spear suddenly emitted a sharp, soul-piercing whistle!

Om-! ! !
A dark red beam of light shot into the sky, instantly breaking through the barriers of the Hell Road and even briefly piercing the crimson sky above the City of Slaughter!

Within the pillar of light, the shape of the blood spear began to blur, as if it were melting and then reforming.

Finally, all the strange phenomena suddenly subsided.

The blood pool became dark and thin, almost to the bottom.

The blood spear hovered silently above the remaining crimson energy, its body pitch black and its tip dark red, like a slumbering primordial beast.

It appeared more ancient than before, its aura completely restrained, yet Xuanming's connection with it was clearer and...more powerful than ever before.

It was finally "full".

With a thought, Xuanming's blood spear transformed into a streak of light and instantly returned to his hand.

The moment I held it, a feeling of being connected by blood and as at ease as if it were my own arm arose spontaneously. At the same time, a pure, vast, and powerful energy, far surpassing anything I had ever experienced before, also followed.

However, it still feels like something is missing...

"Let's go."

Xuanming put away the blood spear, said to Hu Liena who was staring in disbelief, and turned to walk towards the bright exit that represented freedom.

(End of this chapter)