Douluo Continent: Dragon's Journey Across the World

Chapter 182 The Road to Hell Begins

The King of Slaughter simply waved his hand, and the entire audience erupted in a frenzy. He was like a demon god, especially with his scarlet eyes, which were absolutely mesmerizing.

The King of Slaughter's voice was unusually deep: "I am very pleased to witness the birth of a hundred-win champion in Slaughter City. The Demon Dragon contestant has inspired everyone with his formidable strength and terrifying killing intent."

The fallen went into a frenzy: "Dragon, dragon..."

Everyone seemed to be shouting hysterically, as if they never knew fatigue, and even Yang Ping'an seemed to be greatly bewitched.

Of course, Tang San was relatively calm in the entire Hell Slaughter Arena. After all, he had a head soul bone and cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, so his mental strength was basically superior to most people present.

At this moment, Tang San's face was extremely gloomy. It had been almost half a year since he entered the City of Slaughter, and he had experienced dozens of hellish killing matches, yet he was still able to remain clear-headed.

However, after observing from various angles, Tang San felt that this Demon Dragon contestant looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, especially his hands, which resembled Yang Ping'an from the Soul Master Competition.

However, compared to Yang Ping'an, this dragon contestant is far more powerful. Not only can his arms be completely transformed into dragons, but there are also various moves hidden on his hands. In particular, his dragon claws can even use sword moves, which is simply unbelievable and even more amazing than the Tang Sect world of his previous life.

However, the Demon Dragon player's physique was quite different from Yang Ping'an's; he appeared much taller, especially with his golden hair and beard, making him look significantly older than Yang Ping'an.

Not to mention that in terms of soul power, Yang Ping'an is basically on par with him. You have to remember that during the Soul Master Competition, he had a soul power level four higher than Yang Ping'an. Tang San doesn't really believe that Yang Ping'an's improvement speed is faster than his own.

Just as Tang San was filled with doubt, the King of Slaughter continued, "Demon Dragon, your strength is quite impressive. To recognize your achievements, I can grant you the title of God of Slaughter, and allow you to freely enter and leave the City of Slaughter. Furthermore, you will be appointed as a guest elder of the City of Slaughter."

Yang Ping'an simply smiled faintly: "Thank you for your care, King of Slaughter, but I still hope to leave the City of Slaughter on my own. Please open the Road to Hell for me, King of Slaughter."

The King of Slaughter paused, then said, "Dragon, do you know how perilous the Hell Road is? Even you would only face a slim chance of survival."

Yang Ping'an displayed a resolute expression: "Thank you for your concern, King of Slaughter. I still want to become a true God of Slaughter through my own strength. Please help me open the Road to Hell."

As Yang Ping'an finished speaking, everyone present cheered: "Hell Road, Hell Road..."

Clearly, no one at the scene had ever seen the Hell Road opened, so they had no idea how much loss would result from it, let alone that offerings were required to open it.

Looking at Yang Ping'an's expression, the King of Slaughter clearly understood that Yang Ping'an had come to the City of Slaughter only for training, or that he had come only to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.

After all, before Yang Ping'an entered the City of Slaughter, Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall had already come to greet him. Originally, the King of Slaughter thought that Yang Ping'an was a talent cultivated by the Spirit Hall and did not care too much.

But the result was quite the opposite. In just two years, Yang Ping'an had already achieved a hundred victories. In particular, Yang Ping'an was extremely fast in close combat, with a variety of attack methods. He also mastered the use of poison. No matter how many people surrounded him, they could not kill Yang Ping'an.

Later on, due to the rules of the Slaughter City, Bibi Dong's reputation, and the Spirit Hall behind Yang Ping'an, Yang Ping'an was finally allowed to achieve a hundred victories.

After being recruited twice by the King of Slaughter, Yang Ping'an completely ignored him and headed straight for the Road to Hell.

Finally, the King of Slaughter coldly said, "Fine, since you insist on going your own way, then I will open the road to hell for you. I hope you won't regret it."

As the King of Slaughter finished speaking, a red light emanated from his body, passing over Yang Ping'an and enveloping everyone in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Yang Ping'an felt a chill run down his spine, as if the aura was filled with evil. Meanwhile, the spectators in the Hell Slaughter Arena continued to cheer, as they also wanted to witness the opening of the Hell Road.

But as the red light fell, seemingly possessing boundless magic, everyone went completely mad, followed by screams of agony, as if they had witnessed a great horror.

Even Tang San's mind seemed to be gradually sinking, as if he were about to fall into hell. All the soul power in his body had gone out of control, as if he was about to go into demonic possession. Even the Xuan Tian Gong and the soul bone in his head were no longer of any use at this moment.

As screams echoed from the scene, countless people began to self-harm in a frenzy, their blood staining the entire hellish killing field, as if they had entered a real hell.

As time went on, more and more blood appeared in the audience, and all the blood gradually gathered together and merged into the arena of the hellish killing field.

Although the red light made Yang Ping'an feel immense pressure, it was clearly not directed at him.

As time went by, dents appeared on the originally smooth arena. When all the dents came together, they formed a giant bat, and this bat was blood-red.

Immediately afterwards, the entire arena began to slowly collapse. Apart from the giant bat, Yang Ping'an seemed to lose weight and his entire body fell downwards.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and glanced at Tang San in the audience. You should know that opening the Hell Road requires the sacrifice of all the audience members, and almost no one can escape it.

Tang San was clearly in great pain, as if his body and soul power were about to be drained. At this critical moment, Yang Ping'an actually saw a black figure dressed in tattered clothes.

Although Yang Ping'an only caught a glimpse of him, he knew very well that the person was Tang Hao. It seemed that Tang San was not destined to die this time. He himself was slowly falling and even gradually losing consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ping'an slowly began to wake up. He was on a small platform about five meters in diameter, which looked somewhat like an ancient altar.

The platform was surrounded by a blood-red aura, and beyond the platform lay a bottomless abyss, making it look extremely sinister and terrifying.

There is a narrow path, no more than half a foot wide, leading outward from the platform. This is the only way out of the entire platform.

Yang Ping'an calmed himself down and headed towards the path without saying a word. Time was of the essence, and he had to get out of Hell Road as soon as possible, otherwise it would be even more dangerous later.

(End of this chapter)