Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, the Dragon Abyss Sword, has become its scabbard.

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"Your actions are useless; they are unaffected by this murderous aura." The tall, blood-red figure waved his hand, his tone filled with killing intent.

"Your Majesty, they don't seem to have drunk the Blood Agate. This must be the reason," the Slaughter Messenger said worriedly as he approached the King of Slaughter.

"If they can be affected by a winning streak of just over ten games, then they are not worth taking seriously."

"What you say is true, sir. Should we make contact with them? After all, the City of Slaughter hasn't seen a true powerhouse in a long time, and the Spirit Hall has been holding us back."

Do you think they will become strong?

"Your Majesty, their strength is even more terrifying than, or even surpasses, those ranked at the top, and there are several of them."

"Do you think they'll join us?" came the King of Slaughter's icy voice.

"..." The Slaughterer remained silent.

"Let's leave them alone for now."

"king?"

"Hmph! A guest came here half a month ago." The King of Slaughter's tone became even colder.

"A guest? The God of Slaughter!?" The only person who could make the King of Slaughter a guest and show some respect is the God of Slaughter.

"The Hell Messenger is a descendant of that God of Slaughter! In this world, although the Spirit Hall restrains my Slaughter City, it is not a threat, but the God of Slaughter is."

"Your Majesty, what is their current relationship with the messengers of Hell?"

"Who knows? But! Absorbing killing intent so quickly, are they foolish or overconfident?" The King of Slaughter's scarlet face showed uncertainty, along with a hint of anger.

The main reason for this is fear.

That killing god's strength was already no weaker than his, and could even be compared to the original owner of this body, and he was also on the path to becoming a god.

However, the power he could exert to suppress the soul of this body was too weak.

A terrifying killing god, no weaker than himself, possessing the Killing God Domain, is someone even he cannot match in this killing city.

The King of Slaughter rose and, sensing the crimson aura permeating the City of Slaughter, suppressed the murderous intent within him.

Then, looking at the hellish killing field to the side, his scarlet eyes pierced through the surface and looked into the blood pool deep underground, from which the bloody aura of this killing city emanated.

The blood-red aura of this killing city is like poison, greatly amplifying negative emotions. The stronger the killing intent, the greater the impact.

This poison permeates the air. Affected by the toxins in the air and stimulated by its own killing intent, it requires fresh blood to calm its agitation. Over time, it becomes difficult to leave this bloody agate.

Bloody agate is like a drug; it can make people feel excited and even stronger, but it can also erode one's spirit.

Once the spirit can no longer withstand it, one will fall into depravity, unable to resist the bloody agate, and will sink deeper and deeper into it.

Ultimately, it became nourishment for this hellish city.

Ding Quan held a cup of blood from a fallen player who had won many consecutive matches, and then compared it with his own blood and Ling's blood.

There is indeed an unknown and potent poison in this, and the stronger the individual, the more poison it contains.

Moreover, even though none of them had drunk the bloody agate, their blood still contained toxins in such an environment.

No wonder Tang San used the Crimson Swan Kiss to detonate the poison, causing the blood energy of the Slaughter City to erupt, making these Fallen Ones extremely violent and directly destroying the Slaughter City.

Touching the storage soul tool in his hand, Ding Quan looked towards the location where the King of Slaughter was.

Then he looked at the Hell Slaughter Arena. If he threw the Blood Swan Kiss onto the Hell Slaughter Platform, would it flow into the blood pool below along with the blood color?

This crimson swan kiss could be considered one of my trump cards.

Moreover, the King of Slaughter should not be able to directly attack them. Even as the King of Slaughter, he should be subject to some restrictions here.

If he had used underhanded tactics, Tang Hao would not have been able to leave Hell Road and obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.

The Nine-Headed Bat King, residing in Tang Chen's body, must know that Tang Hao is the descendant of the body he possessed. Allowing Tang Chen's descendant to obtain the Killing God Domain poses an even more deadly threat to him.

"Quan, your guess is correct. My mind has indeed been affected." Vera looked at the blood Ding Quan held in his hand. The aura emanating from her was even stronger than the two cups of bloody agate.

"Slow down a bit. Extreme attributes have strong immunity to poison, so we should be able to clear it out."

"I know." Vera nodded. Although she had extreme attributes, she couldn't keep using her soul power all the time.

Moreover, the toxins don't have a significant impact on the body; the more important effect is on the mind.

In the original story, Tang San was immune to ice and fire, and his body was not poisoned, but his spirit was also hidden.

I glanced at Ling, who was cultivating to the side. The ice and fire attributes that Ling had absorbed could dissolve soul power and also dissolve the toxins here, but the speed was very slow.

The biggest concern now is the King of Slaughter's actions; he probably won't easily allow them to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.

The team's winning streak is not long yet, so perhaps it hasn't caught his attention.

I should try to reach a fifty-game winning streak as soon as possible. Once that happens, I won't have to worry about running into Hu Liena.

According to the rules of the Killing City, a Fallen One who has won more than fifty consecutive matches will not appear in the same Hellish Killing Arena.

At that time, unless the King of Slaughter takes direct action, he will be unable to threaten me.

As for those who haven't signed up, then we'll have to resort to some extraordinary measures.

Ding Quan looked at the Fallen Ones surrounding this dwelling. He knew that the powerful Fallen Ones, when united, were difficult for him to deal with, but the weak ones were not a problem.

Time flies.

Six months later.

In the hellish killing field, Ding Quan expressionlessly sheathed the Dragon Abyss Sword. A blood-red aura gathered around Ding Quan, making his entire demeanor extremely cruel, cold, and bloodthirsty.

The crimson color surrounding the Dragon Abyss Sword became extremely dense, but it did not adhere to the sword's blade.

He glanced coldly at the people in the spectator area, then left.

Stepping out of the hellish killing field once more, there wasn't a single fallen one around.

After waiting there for a while, a somewhat alluring and seductive woman led several fallen ones inside.

"Go register!" Hu Liena's somewhat seductive voice rang out.

"Yes, *n." The Fallen One following behind Hu Liena walked towards the Hell Slaughter Arena, taking out his identification tag as he did so.

"Your skill is truly powerful." Ding Quan watched as the Fallen Ones walked towards the Hell Slaughter Arena with blank stares. He seemed to be affected when he met Hu Liena's alluring eyes, but he recovered in an instant.

"Hehe, but it doesn't seem to work on you." Hu Liena watched as Ding Quan put away the Dragon Abyss Sword, and the killing intent around him instantly dissipated. These people have such strong self-control, and this person's mental strength is far superior to hers.

"Thank you so much for your help."

"It's alright, we're both getting what we need."

"I remember you only needed a few games to reach 100 wins, right?"

"That's right."

"It seems we need to speed things up too." Ding Quan glanced at Hu Liena in front of him. He was quite surprised that they hadn't been targeted by the King of Slaughter in the past six months.

And here, the only person who can influence the King of Slaughter is the one standing before you.

I remember that after Hu Liena entered the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter had met Bibi Dong.

Moreover, judging from the current timeline, Bibi Dong may have come here a long time ago and revealed her relationship with Hu Liena.

"At this rate, it won't take long." Hu Liena's expression relaxed after watching the fallen ones enter the Hell Killing Fields for a moment.

Terrified screams immediately echoed from the hellish killing field.

Mind control skills!

This is the soul skill that Hu Liena obtained after absorbing the spiritual wisdom skull, and it is completely different from the Purple Extreme Divine Light that Tang San obtained.

This soul bone greatly enhanced her mental strength. Her martial soul, the fox spirit, had innate charm abilities, and the skills provided by this soul bone became mental control.

After releasing a soul skill, one can control the minds of people whose mental strength is far weaker than one's own, making them obedient to one's commands.

When used against someone with similar or stronger physical and mental strength, it can also cause mental interference.

In battle, mental disturbance can be quite fatal.

This soul bone is considered the most powerful of all the head soul bones that appeared in the original work.

Hu Liena doesn't seem to be the love-obsessed type I thought she was. It seems that the head bone has slightly enhanced her intelligence, which is a good thing.

Listening to the voices of the fallen ones in the Hell Slaughter Arena, Hu Liena used this skill to control these weak fallen ones to register, which prevented the Hell Slaughter Arena from having to wait a long time to gather enough people after only a few had appeared.

And these weak, corrupt individuals are far too numerous in this killing capital.

The powerful didn't care about the registration of these weak and depraved individuals; in fact, they breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't care about the deaths of the weak, and it wouldn't affect them.

Ding Quan knew that as long as the interests of the upper class were not involved, no one cared how some of the lowest-level people were doing.

That's why their winning streak grew rapidly, and these weak, fallen ones posed no threat to them.

Whether participating in the hellish killing field or in this inner city.

A moment later, Ling and Wei'er emerged from the Hell Slaughter Arena. Neither of them was injured, and the weak Fallen Ones posed no threat to them.

Ling nodded to Ding Quan and Hu Liena, as they all already knew Hu Liena's identity.

She is the personal disciple of the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, and from Ding Quan's words, she learns that the Pope of the Spirit Hall is the God of Slaughter of this era.

Only the God of Slaughter can intimidate the King of Slaughter. Ling, who also possesses mental attributes, has some common topics with Hu Liena.

While it may be difficult to become friends here, it's not a problem to chat for a while.

Suddenly, Ding Quan felt the surrounding sounds vanish instantly, becoming exceptionally quiet.

A terrifying aura emanated from afar, and Ding Quan's expression changed.

Is this the King of Slaughter?

Just as the group was about to leave, a terrifying aura emanated from a tall building not far away, but it vanished in an instant.

This aura was domineering and awe-inspiring, and the surrounding crimson aura seemed to quiet down, making the air around them heavy.

"King of Slaughter!"

"King of Slaughter!"*

The shouts of worship from the fallen all around were deafening; the King of Slaughter's influence here far exceeded Ding Quan's imagination.

Ding Quan's golden eyes were fixed on the tall building not far away. What was this King of Slaughter all about?

"The King of Slaughter?"

"Such a powerful pressure! Is he a Title Douluo? I feel completely powerless to resist," Wei'er said, looking at Ding Quan's changing expression.

"He's no ordinary Title Douluo." Ding Quan took a deep breath and prepared to leave.

"Let's leave here first," Ling said, looking at Ding Quan before turning her gaze away.

"Okay." Ding Quan and the others headed towards the residence near the outer city.

Hu Liena also glanced at the position of the King of Slaughter. The killing intent there was even more terrifying than that of her teacher. He truly deserved to be called the King of Slaughter.

However, it seemed to be quite different from the killing intent released by the teacher. Before coming to this killing city, he had endured for a long time in the killing god's domain of the teacher.

Ding Quan returned to his room, looking at the tall building in the distance with a surprised expression. The imposing aura it had just exuded was completely different from the aura of this killing city.

Such a chilling killing intent was something no bat could possibly emit.

Ding Quan clenched his right hand, and the Dragon Abyss Sword appeared in his hand. He looked at the blood-red aura on the Dragon Abyss Sword, which was also filled with murderous intent.

Is it unaffected by evil influences, purely an aura of slaughter?

Could it be Tang Chen?

If it wasn't the aura released by the Nine-Headed Bat King, then it could only be Tang Chen.

If that's the case, it seems that even though the Nine-Headed Bat King has controlled Tang Chen, Tang Chen hasn't completely lost the ability to resist.

And the fact that they hadn't been targeted in the past six months seemed to make sense.

Tang Chen was, after all, the creator of the Haotian Nine Absolutes and the Great Sumeru Hammer on his own, and a being who had cultivated to the ninety-ninth level in this era through his own abilities. Moreover, he was able to obtain the Asura Nine Trials, so his strength was absolutely formidable.

The imposing aura he had just displayed vanished in an instant; it seems the Nine-Headed Bat King is currently vying with Tang Chen for control of his body.

Therefore, we must take this opportunity to accelerate our progress in the Hell Killing Arena.

In an empty room.

"Your Majesty, are you alright!" The Slaughter Messenger was pressed to the ground by the aura emanating from the King of Slaughter, his bones creaking.

"Damn it! It's happening again." The King of Slaughter clutched his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the direction Ding Quan and the others had left, his gaze filled with terror.

This time, a hint of killing intent arose in him, and he almost couldn't suppress the soul of this body. Just now, the power within his body actually stirred for a moment.

The King of Slaughter's blood-stained face grew even paler. Coming to his senses, he sat down in his chair, closed his eyes, abandoned his original thoughts, and focused all his efforts on suppressing the soul of this body.

Inside a blood-red palace, a figure clad in dark red armor, exuding an aura of bloodlust, seemed lost in thought.

"You beast dare to try and break the rules of my ancestral land."

The man with bloodshot eyes revealed a mocking expression.

"What a pity for this inheritor, he couldn't stop the evil thoughts. I didn't expect that an even better prospect would emerge, evil thoughts."

He nodded, his gaze fixed on a certain spot, and the crimson color around him subsided, making the crimson palace quiet once more.

(End of this chapter)