The Peerless Tang Sect: Possessing Huo Yuhao at the Start

"Please welcome the next group to the stage. Their identities are 1457, 3864, 4523, and 2678."

"Is it my turn?" Huo Zhanji asked upon hearing his number. At that moment, the woman in black handed his ID card back to him with both hands.

Huo Zhanji put away his identity token and walked towards the Hell Slaughter Arena. Ten people entered the Hell Slaughter Arena through ten passages. Huo Zhanji was obviously the most eye-catching one in the arena. He looked thin and weak, so everyone thought that Huo Zhanji was easy to bully. They focused on the other people first, and hardly anyone paid attention to him.

"The match begins."

Huo Zhanji transformed his long hair into a fist and charged out like a cannonball, arriving at the nearest person and smashing their skull with a single punch. The person still looked incredulous, but it was clearly too late. The remaining eight people stared blankly at Huo Zhanji, clearly having kicked a hornet's nest this time.

Blood stained the hellish killing field, and nine corpses lay on the ground, all of them smashed by Huo Zhanji's punch. In the stands, everyone's face was filled with fear. In just a few minutes, nine people had been killed by a little girl. Nine streams of soul power surged in, and Huo Zhanji closed his eyes to absorb them.

"That's a bit too little. Most of my soul power was absorbed by the things below the Hell Slaughter Arena. It's a pipe dream for me to level up three times after a hundred matches." Huo Zhanji returned to the audience seats, where the woman in black was still waiting.

Huo Zhanji said to her calmly, "Thank you for your help. You can go back now."

"How naive. The real danger comes not only from the slaughter in the hellish killing field, but more importantly, from the many people who will ambush you when you return wounded," the girl in black warned.

"Those bunch of idiots think they can ambush me? They're just throwing their lives away," Huo Zhanji said, waving his hand.

"Good luck then." The girl in black said and left.

Huo Zhanji then approached another person and snatched his Bloody Mary. He couldn't possibly contribute it himself, so he could only ask others to do it for his own good, to let them get used to it in advance.

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In a dark and spacious room within a black castle in the Killing City, a tall, thin man dressed in a blood-red standing robe sat on an exceptionally large chair. His appearance was extremely terrifying, like a demon from hell.

The person before them was none other than the ruler of the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter. The King of Slaughter's blood-red, man-eating pupils watched silently as Huo Zhanji fought in the hellish slaughter arena.

The King of Slaughter's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Such powerful physical strength."

Huo Zhanji's only feeling towards the City of Slaughter was disgust. Therefore, he was unwilling to linger here for even a day longer. After winning a hundred battles and becoming the champion, he could challenge the Road to Hell and leave this place. The longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it would become. In this dark world, he not only had to win battle after battle, but he also had to survive to get out of here.

Seven days after entering the Killing City, Huo Zhanji had killed more than a hundred Fallen Ones. In this place, what was truly terrifying was not the enemies in the Hell Killing Arena, but the constant sneak attacks he would face after the competition ended when he was at his weakest.

A month has passed, and Huo Zhanji has already won thirty-six matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Now, fewer and fewer people dare to ambush him, because they simply cannot defeat him, and they cannot find Huo Zhanji's location at all. The secret realm of the Eternal Kingdom is the best place for Huo Zhanji to recover his cultivation, and he fights at his peak every time he participates in the competition.

Six months later, the chilling atmosphere of the Slaughter City was suffocating. Inside the Hell Slaughter Arena, ten people slowly entered. Huo Zhanji was the last to enter, but everyone's attention was focused on him.

Eighty-four consecutive wins—that's Huo Zhanji's current record. In the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, his record is the best. The consequence of this eighty-four-win streak is that two thousand Fallen Ones have already died at Huo Zhanji's hands. Those Fallen Ones always naively thought that Huo Zhanji was weak after each competition and wanted to get a share of the spoils, but the result was always death.

As Huo Zhanji's winning streak increased, fewer and fewer people dared to fight when he participated in the killing competition. It often took several days to gather ten people, and that was only when the Hell Killing Arena did not disclose the specific time he would participate in the competition beforehand.

Compared to when he first arrived here, Huo Zhanji's expression had become colder, and he even exuded a faint bloody aura. His killing intent was faintly visible, earning him the title of Asura from the fallen ones of the City of Slaughter.

At this moment, the nine people who had entered the Hell Slaughter Arena with him looked at Huo Zhanji with grim expressions. As soon as the nine people were locked in the arena, they surrounded Huo Zhanji in the center almost immediately. The title of Asura was not to be trifled with; one careless move could cost them their lives.

Even though Huo Zhanji did not release his martial soul, there was a hint of blood red in his pupils at this moment. In the past six months, Huo Zhanji's soul power had reached level seventy-six, and his true combat strength was almost enough to compete with a level two god.

Nine people rushed in from different directions. Huo Zhanji coldly looked at the nine dead bodies, constantly changing his position. In an instant, he arrived in front of the nearest opponent. The next second, that person's body was shattered.

The screams of the other Fallen Ones rose and fell. Half a second later, the battle stopped, and nine more corpses appeared on the ground. Huo Zhanji held a small knife in his hand.

"As for the importance of finishing off the enemy, I don't know if you're dead or not, so this is all I can do." Huo Zhanji dusted himself off with disdain, turned around, and left.

The City of Slaughter, a dark and spacious room.

"Shura has won another match." A cold female voice echoed in the shadows.

"I know." The figure of the King of Slaughter sat down on the giant chair.

"Great King. Shall we begin to make contact with her? The City of Slaughter has been without a truly powerful member for a long time."

"Do you think she's a true powerhouse?" asked the King of Slaughter, seated in his chair.

"Yes, Shura seems to have been born for the city of slaughter; his physical abilities are terrifyingly strong."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment. "Then do you think he can complete a hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"

"Completing 100 matches is only a matter of time; even the Hell Road might not be too difficult for him."

The King of Slaughter coldly said, "There's no need to contact him."

With a wave of his hand, a thick, dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, there was a huge pool of blood in front of him, filled with viscous blood. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood. In the dim light, two fangs were vaguely revealed.

In the training grounds of the Slaughter City, Huo Zhanji sat cross-legged beside a blood pool. The spiritual energy contained within the blood pool continuously flowed into Huo Zhanji's body, while streams of black energy were constantly being released from within his body. At this moment, the Eternal Core was continuously purifying the impure spiritual energy entering Huo Zhanji's body.

The spiritual energy contained in the City of Slaughter is too complex and violent. If one were to absorb it completely, it would likely cause trouble, at the very least leaving one mentally unstable. This is why there are almost no people in the training grounds of the City of Slaughter. Those who do come are almost all risking their lives to gain power.

However, not everyone can come to this training ground. To come here, you must have a winning streak of fifty games, otherwise you don't even have the qualification to enter.

"Once I break through to the Soul Douluo level, I'll complete the Hundred Victories in one go and clear the Hell Road." Huo Zhanji thought to himself, and then began to absorb the spiritual energy of the Blood Pool with all his might. At the same time, the five soul spirits in his body were also working hard to filter out the impure spiritual energy.

Six months later, Huo Zhanji's cultivation level began to rise rapidly, and he broke through the barrier of the Soul Douluo level, but he had not yet obtained a Soul Ring.

"I've finally broken through," Huo Zhanji said, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

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(End of this chapter)