Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

The four women nodded in unison.

In the days that followed, the entire Hell Killing Arena was shaken up.

According to the rules, there is no limit to the number of times you can participate in the Killing Arena. As long as ten people are gathered, the competition can begin.

In the past, those strong players who won dozens of games in a row would rest for several days or even months before playing a single game in order to maintain their form.

But Yu Xiaoheng and his group have gone mad.

first day.

The five people took turns playing, each playing three matches.

In just one day, 135 fallen ones were turned into minced meat on the arena.

the next day.

Each person plays four games in a row.

Nearly two hundred more people have died.

Day three, day four...

The frequency of matches is increasing.

These five people were like five emotionless meat grinders, turning the hellish killing arena into a private slaughterhouse.

Chapter 510 The Upheaval in the Killing City

Yu Xiaoheng made the fastest move.

It was all a one-hit kill. Anyone who faced him didn't even have time to scream before their life force was shattered by the immense impact.

Bibi Dong's methods of killing were the most bloody.

Her arms transformed into spider blades, each carrying a potent venom. A mere small cut on an opponent would cause them to convulse and dissolve into a pool of foul-smelling pus within seconds.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi have changed from their previous gentle and weak state.

The moment they step onto the stage, they activate the Purple-Gold True Dragon bloodline within them. That monarchical pressure instantly spreads out, making their opponents gasp for breath. Then comes the swift and decisive killing technique.

Rou'er, on the other hand, is like a monster who never gets tired.

He charged straight into the crowd for close-quarters combat, using fists, knees, and elbows—all deadly weapons.

On the seventh day...

When the announcer called out Yu Xiaoheng's name, the nine Fallen Ones backstage who were about to go on stage all threw down their weapons in unison.

"I won't fight!"

A scarred man knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

"Fighting them is suicide! I forfeit!"

The remaining eight people also ran back.

The corrupted in the entire killing field collapsed.

The people who come here are indeed desperate criminals, but none of them want to be crushed to death without any chance to fight back.

Half a month has passed.

A quarter of the population of the inner city of the Slaughter City was wiped out by killing.

The hellish killing field, which used to be packed every day, has become deserted.

There were very few people in the stands, and no one was at the registration desk.

As soon as they saw Yu Xiaoheng and his group walk in, all the Fallen Ones would run far away as if they had seen a ghost.

Records are being broken at an alarming rate.

Yu Xiaoheng, 80 consecutive wins.

Bibi Dong, 76 consecutive wins.

Shuiyun'er, seventy consecutive wins.

Shui Lingxi, 69 consecutive wins.

Rou'er, 68 consecutive wins.

This absurdly fast completion speed shattered the balance that the Killing City had maintained for hundreds of years.

The Hell Slaughter Arena can no longer operate.

Deep within the city of slaughter.

The palace of the highest ruler in the inner city.

Eerie blue torches burned on the surrounding stone walls. The light was dim, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

In the center of the main hall was a huge pool of blood, several meters in diameter.

The viscous blood churned and boiled in the pool, making a bubbling sound.

Directly in front of the blood pool.

There is a huge throne made of white skulls.

A tall man sat on the throne.

He was draped in a wide, blood-red robe, his face completely obscured by the dim light. Only his eyes, glowing red, stood out starkly in the darkness.

King of Slaughter. Tang Chen.

At this moment, he was completely parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, and the will that originally belonged to the peerless Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect was suppressed in the deepest part of his consciousness. His mind was now filled only with endless killing and bloodlust.

Before the steps below the throne.

A law enforcement team leader wearing a black mask knelt on one knee on the ground.

He lowered his head, his body trembling slightly with fear.

"The Great King of Slaughter".

The voice of the enforcement team leader echoed in the empty hall.

"Hell's Killing Fields... is in big trouble."

The figure on the throne remained motionless.

The temperature in the main hall suddenly dropped, as if we had entered an ice cellar in an instant.

"explain."

The captain of the enforcement team swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.

“In the last two weeks, five people have come to the killing field. One man and four women.”

"They broke the rules here. They were signing up like crazy every day, racking up win streaks at an alarming rate. Every Fallen player who played against them was killed. Not a single one was left alive."

"That man's physical strength is extremely abnormal. He can kill someone with just one punch without using any weapons."

"The other four women are also strange. When they fight, they exude a strange sense of oppression. It's not soul power, but it can directly suppress the opponent's movements. Especially one pair of twins, once that oppressive feeling appears, the opponent often can't even lift their hand."

The enforcement team leader lowered his head even further.

"Now... the Fallen Ones in the inner city are terrified of being killed. If five of them sign up, no one dares to accept the challenge. The Hell Slaughter Arena hasn't been able to gather ten people for a match for three consecutive days."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only the sound of the blood pool churning continued.

On the throne.

The King of Slaughter slowly raised a pale, withered hand, his sharp nails tapping lightly on the bone armrest.

"One man and four women."

The King of Slaughter repeated it.

It's been a long time since such a person has appeared in the City of Slaughter.

Disrupt the balance, slaughter the corrupt.

What made him most uneasy was the strange sense of oppression mentioned by the captain of the enforcement team.

As the absolute ruler of this city of slaughter, he could monitor everything here through arrays. Yet, he was completely oblivious to the oppressive atmosphere.

Blood-red eyes suddenly widened in the shadows.

Two beams of red light shot out like sharp swords, piercing through the darkness of the hall.

Deep inside the main hall.

Huge bubbles rose to the surface of the blood pool, bursting one after another with a dull thud.

Tang Chen sat on a throne made of bones, his scarlet eyes staring into the air.

There floated a mirror made of pure blood and qi.

The mirror reflected the scene of the hellish killing field.

At this moment, Yu Xiaoheng stood shirtless in the center of the arena. He stood on a corpse that had just lost its life.

With a single punch, he pierced the chest of the Fallen man, who was a size larger than him.

Tang Chen's gaze was fixed on Yu Xiaoheng.

As the ruler of the City of Slaughter, he controls all the formations and rules here. As long as one is in this city, no one's soul power flow or bloodline aura can escape his perception.

But he couldn't see through this young man.

The moment Yu Xiaoheng threw his punch, a layer of purplish-gold energy faintly flashed across his body.

That power was filled with the oppressive aura of a superior, and it was able to forcefully push aside the omnipresent suppressive force of the Killing City.

Moreover, a dangerous aura lurked within this young man.

That was an energy different from soul power, carrying strong destructive and distorting qualities.

After being parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, Tang Chen's mind was filled with a bloodthirsty desire. But at this moment, his intuition told him that these people could not be treated in the usual way.

If left unchecked, these five individuals could not only destroy the hellish killing field, but could even shake the very foundations of the killing capital.