Douluo Continent: All I Do Is Destroy Rings is Skill.

Chapter 388 Lord of Slaughter, King of Slaughter

"It feels like—it's burned out—"

The gray light shone on Ning Wuque's backdrop. He had used up nearly 50% of his strength after casting the spell, all in one breath!

But it's worth it.

After resting for a while, Ning Wuque looked calmly at the angel statue emitting a glow in his arms and the ancient dragon that had turned into a golden cocoon in front of him.

He knew very well that he could not offer his great-grandfather any help with what was to come, and whether he could use this opportunity to reach the pinnacle depended entirely on his own awareness.

What's wrong? Are you nervous?

"What do I have to be nervous about? Well, yes, there is a little bit. My great-grandfather was incredibly caring and hardworking towards me, and whether I could push myself to my limit was also linked to the success or failure of the plan."

Trust him. I can tell. Gu Long was a very pure person. What about you? When do you feel you can break through?

"I originally planned to use the Divine Blood Pool to temper my mental strength a month later, but now it seems better not to. There's no need to take that risk."

Shaking his head, Ning Wuque could clearly feel the degree of fusion between his body and mental power. He would be able to complete the framework of the fifth level within a month at the latest.

He was then able to storm the far north to obtain his sixth soul ring and begin his assault on the sixth level. Moreover, he had a premonition that his sixth level would be a major hurdle.

Just like unlocking the "Standing Tall" ability in the third level, the breakthrough in the sixth level, with all six rings exploding simultaneously, will bring him a new stage of rebirth!

Oh, I see.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ning Wuque focused on his cultivation, occasionally checking on the condition of his great-grandfather, the Ancient Dragon, while Electrox would occasionally come out to study and observe.

They had no idea what Gu Long was going through, and could only guess from the changes that occurred in the cocoon over time.

On the first day, the golden cocoon showed no change, but by the second day, blood-red silk threads began to appear all over it, as if it had been soaked in blood.

By the third day, the golden cocoon enveloping the ancient dragon had completely transformed into a blood cocoon, continuously emanating terrifying mental fluctuations.

It was a mental fluctuation that could evoke the purest killing intent in people's hearts, but fortunately Ning Wuque was determined and was not affected.

Judging from these changes, Ning Wuque thought that Gu Long should be able to successfully pass this trial.

"Another undefeated champion?"

Inside a blood-red arena, Gu Long, covered in blood, walked out from the entrance. A middle-aged man with no face or features in front of him spoke in confusion.

He walked that blood-soaked path for three whole days, with each ghost that died at his hands repeatedly blocking his way and hindering his progress.

Unfortunately, this strange trial ground rendered his martial spirit and soul bone skills completely ineffective, leaving him only able to rely on his physical body to continuously smash through these trash and step on their countless ravaged corpses to move forward.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

He reached the end of the road and arrived at this unknown arena.

"The King of a Hundred Victories? I'm not. Is this the end?"

After stretching his limbs, Gu Long spoke casually while glancing warily at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man was dressed in blood-red black clothes, with no face or features, but his whole body exuded a terrifying killing intent. Judging from his personal feelings alone, this middle-aged man was at least a mass murderer!

On the other end, the middle-aged man who heard the reply was somewhat surprised. Not the King of a Hundred Victories? Then how did the other party appear in front of him?

He seemed to have forgotten many things, but the one thing he hadn't forgotten was his eternal duty: "I am the Lord of Slaughter, the ruler of the City of Slaughter. Young man, now that you have come before me, you have only two paths to choose from."

First, stay by my side forever and live forever; second, overcome me—no, defeat me, and become the King of Slaughter. Now, choose.

He had lost much of his memory and forgotten why he was there, but an unchanging mark in the darkness guided him to fulfill his duty.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge blood hammer appeared in the left hand of the Lord of Slaughter, and then he raised his hand and reached out towards the ancient dragon.

Faced with a choice, Gu Long lowered his brows and carefully observed the Lord of Slaughter, inwardly assessing how to defeat him. However, when his gaze fell upon the blood-red hammer, he exclaimed in surprise, "The Haotian Hammer?"

"The Clear Sky Hammer? I don't remember, it's just that it's easy to use. Soul skills are prohibited here, but martial souls are not. Come on, make your choice."

The middle-aged man did not seem impatient; his words conveyed a sense of liberation and relief.

After a long while, the ancient dragon's body began to slowly rise, and the Bone Dragon Martial Soul fully possessed it.

Dragon scales covered his entire body, a dragon tail extended from his back, and dragon horns rose from his forehead, radiating dragon might in all directions.

In mere moments, he transformed into a decaying, undead half-dragon, and made his choice: "Fight!"

"Hahaha, very good! Let's fight!"

With a whoosh, the Blood Hammer pierced the air as the Lord of Slaughter raised his Haotian Hammer and smashed it head-on towards the Ancient Dragon.

Dragon eyes narrowed instantly. In a single glance, the ancient dragon analyzed the strength of this Lord of Slaughter. Facing the Haotian Hammer that was attacking him, he did not choose to take it head-on, but instead dodged it and lashed out with his dragon tail.

They are formidable opponents!

The dragon's tail lashed out at the Lord of Slaughter's Clear Sky Hammer. The undead felt almost no pain; otherwise, the recoil from the Clear Sky Hammer would have been enough to slow the ancient dragon down by half a beat.

bang bang bang~~

In close combat, both of them displayed exceptional reaction speed and fighting prowess, exchanging blows seven or eight times in just three breaths.

Gu Long's joints all over his body were transformed into weapons, and his exquisite assassination skills allowed him to accurately target the Lord of Slaughter's vital points with each attack.

The Lord of Slaughter was no ordinary man. In Gu Long's opinion, the technique of using the Clear Sky Hammer to counterattack was even more authentic than that of the elders of the Clear Sky Sect! Every strike could quickly react to his attack. In close combat, the great hammer seemed not to be a weapon at all, but rather his own body!

"Hey, young man, why did you choose to kill? Your fighting style is all about killing."

With a single strike, the distance was created, and the Lord of Slaughter spoke with ease and comfort.

Opposite him, the ancient dragon, his brows slightly furrowed, meditated, his eyes fixed on the Lord of Slaughter before him: "And what about you?"

"Me? Two points, I guess. I fought with a birdman for a woman, and then—became a god, killing to become stronger."

The Lord of Slaughter seemed indifferent to the outcome of this trial.

Across from him, Gu Long was startled, but then put aside his guess and said, "To protect my family, to safeguard everything she left behind."

7

"Well, you really are infatuated. I understand your heart now. Now—feel it for yourself, what true slaughter is!"