Douluo Continent: The Five Elements Lock Martial Soul, Five Elements Divine Might Transformation

Bat Soul Saint had watched several of Ling Yun's matches and knew that this punch was incredibly powerful. He dared not take it head-on and immediately flapped his wings to fly backward, trying to dodge the powerful punch. However, how could Ling Yun let him have his way?

"Hmph, trying to escape? Sorry, I don't have the habit of letting a duck that's already in my mouth fly away. Take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yun gathered his soul power and threw the Poison Dragon Thorn in his hand.

Swoosh

In an instant, a piercing sound of wind breaking rang out, and the Poison Dragon Thorn tore through the air, transforming into a black light that shot towards the Bat Soul Saint.

Then, with a soft "poof," before the Bat Soul Saint could react, the Poison Dragon Thorn had already pierced his shoulder, and black blood spurted out.

Despite only injuring his shoulder, Bat Soul Saint was ashen-faced. Clearly, he understood the power of the Poison Dragon Thorn and why Ling Yun's nickname was "Poison Dragon King."

"Ugh..."

Bat Soul Saint's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could speak, the deadly poison on the dagger instantly spread throughout his body, destroying his brain and internal organs.

Finally, the Bat Soul Saint's vision went black, and after a couple of thrashings, he plummeted to the ground.

Without bothering to pull out the Poison Dragon Thorn, Ling Yun abruptly changed direction and leaped towards the Azure Eagle Soul Saint, sneering as he did so.

"That stinking bat is dead, and you, eagle, are destined to die by my hand!"

"Hmph, that's not necessarily true!"

The Azure Eagle Soul Saint snorted coldly, then gathered his soul power, flapped his wings and soared into the sky, circling rapidly above Ling Yun's head. The speed was so fast that it was dazzling, and even Ling Yun could only see a few blurry afterimages.

"Poison Dragon King, didn't you just say I was destined to die by your hand? If you're so capable, then come and try!"

In the blink of an eye, the Eagle Soul Saint swooped down at high speed towards Ling Yun, his claws as sharp as eagle claws, and used an eagle claw technique to grab Ling Yun's eyes.

Seeing this, Ling Yun's pupils shrank slightly, and the fiery tail hook behind him suddenly shot out, stirring up a fierce gust of wind, determined to pierce a bloody hole in the Azure Eagle Soul Saint's body.

However, the speed of the Azure Eagle Soul Saint was incredibly fast. With a flick of his body, he easily dodged Ling Yun's attack and then charged towards Ling Yun at the same speed.

"Damn it, this guy is way too fast..."

Ling Yun frowned slightly and quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and the Azure Eagle Soul Saint, while pondering a strategy to defeat the enemy.

Soon, Ling Yun had an idea. He closed his eyes, released his mental energy, and enveloped the entire arena.

Since the naked eye can't keep up with the speed of the Azure Eagle Soul Saint, then use mental power instead.

As expected, once his spiritual power enveloped the Eagle Soul Saint, Ling Yun was fully aware of his every move.

Seeing Ling Yun close his eyes, the Eagle Soul Saint couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, are you planning to give up the struggle? Fine, I'll give you a quick death!"

Having said that, the Eagle Soul Saint swung his sharp claws and flew over at high speed. At the same time, Ling Yun also suddenly opened his eyes, and a blue demonic light shot out from his eyes.

"Soul Bone Skill: Mental Pulse!"

"What? No..."

Before the Eagle Soul Saint could finish speaking, the blue demonic light pierced through his chest with lightning speed, killing him instantly!

This blue demonic light is Ling Yun's trump card, which he has been hiding for the past three years: the head soul bone skill: Mental Pulse!

Chapter 111 The Road to Hell (Part 1)

After killing the Azure Eagle Soul Saint with a single blow, Ling Yun lowered his eyes and looked at the others on the arena. To him, these people were already easy to kill!

He gathered his soul power, and his fiery tail hook unleashed a molten lava impact once more. Scalding magma rained down from the sky, completely engulfing the others on the arena and securing victory in the match.

At this point, Ling Yun had achieved a 100-game winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

"Poison Dragon King!"

"Poison Dragon King!"

"Poison Dragon King!"

After winning the match, the surrounding audience cheered and applauded for him, as if they themselves had achieved a hundred consecutive victories.

"Young man, you're very good!"

Just then, a deep, hoarse voice suddenly rang in Ling Yun's ears, and then a bright red figure slowly descended from the sky and came to stand in front of him.

The man was tall and upright, with broad and strong shoulders like city walls. He wore a bright and shiny blood-red imperial robe, which showed his noble status.

Ling Yun looked up and saw that the person was wearing a dark red bat mask, so he couldn't see the person's true face at all.

Even so, Ling Yun was able to guess the other party's identity from this blood-red imperial robe.

The imperial robe is a symbol of the emperor, and in the City of Slaughter, only one person is qualified to wear it.

That was Tang Chen, the former sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San's great-grandfather, who was possessed by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, also known as the King of Slaughter.

As expected, after this man appeared, the surrounding audience members all bent down, prostrated themselves on the ground, and spoke with utmost respect.

"Greetings to the King of Slaughter!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Yun placed his right hand on his chest, bowed, and said, "Greetings, King of Slaughter."

"Heh, twenty years have passed. I never expected that in just twenty years, another genius would emerge in the Hell Slaughter Arena to achieve a hundred consecutive victories!"

The King of Slaughter ignored the surrounding audience, instead watching Ling Yun lick his scarlet lips and speaking to himself.

"And you look so young. If I'm not mistaken, you're not even twenty years old yet, are you?"

At such a young age, you've achieved a hundred-game winning streak in the Hellfire Arena; your talent is truly remarkable.

I can even be 100% certain that, since the founding of Slaughter City, you are the youngest person to achieve a 100-win streak!

"Thank you for the compliment, King of Slaughter. It is my honor."

Ling Yun said politely, and at this moment, the King of Slaughter also raised the corners of his mouth and spoke again.

"Your talent is so high that I can make an exception and let you become a god of death directly, without having to challenge the final Hell Road."

Furthermore, you can enjoy the same treatment as other killing gods. Not only can you freely enter and exit the City of Slaughter, but you can also freely use your soul skills here. I can even make you an elder of the City of Slaughter!

Here, your status will be second only to mine. What do you think?

After speaking, the King of Slaughter stared intently at Ling Yun, awaiting his reply.

As the master of the City of Slaughter, he didn't want too many people to pass through the Hell Road and become gods of slaughter.

Everyone who obtains the God of Slaughter Domain can use Soul Skills in the City of Slaughter, which is undoubtedly a threat to him.

Moreover, the City of Slaughter is the dojo of the God of Slaughter, and everyone who obtains the God of Slaughter Domain has the opportunity to become the successor of the God of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter, or rather, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, naturally did not want too many people to compete with him for this opportunity, especially a genius like Ling Yun.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord King of Slaughter, but please forgive me for refusing."

Ling Yun shook his head in refusal. He was joking; he'd come here specifically for the God of Slaughter Domain. If he failed to obtain it, wouldn't all his competitions over the past three years have been for nothing?

Thinking of this, Ling Yun said again, "Rules are rules. I hope that the esteemed King of Slaughter will not make an exception for me. I will rely on my own abilities to overcome the Hell Road and become the God of Slaughter!"

If I fail to escape Hell Road, it means my abilities are nothing special. Even if I die on Hell Road, I'll have no complaints!

"..."

Seeing Ling Yun's determined gaze, the King of Slaughter nodded helplessly.

"Very well, since you insist on this, then let you take a trip down that road to hell. For you, is it a ladder to godhood, or a path to the underworld?"

As he spoke, the King of Slaughter released a terrifying pressure that swept outwards, instantly enveloping the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.

The oppressive aura, infused with soul power and killing intent, brought Ling Yun an immense sense of pressure, filling him with a myriad of emotions.

Such powerful soul pressure! It's even stronger than Tang Hao and Chen Xin back then. No wonder he's a peerless Douluo; he's truly terrifying.

As the soul pressure enveloped the hellish killing arena, the surrounding spectators clutched their heads and let out heart-wrenching screams.

Immediately afterwards, they bit their own wrists like crazed beasts, and in an instant, scarlet blood spurted out, turning the place into a scene of flowing blood.

At this moment, this place truly deserves the name "Hell's Killing Fields".

Under the guidance of the King of Slaughter, the sea of ​​blood, like a raging flood, poured into the arena beneath Ling Yun's feet, and then a blood-red vortex appeared in front of Ling Yun.

Looking at the crimson vortex, the King of Slaughter said calmly, "This is the entrance to the Road to Hell. Good luck, Poison Dragon King!"

"Thank you for the auspicious words of the King of Slaughter!"

Having said that, Ling Yun took a step forward and rushed straight into the vortex, then disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a cylindrical stone platform, with only a dilapidated wooden bridge leading to a distant, unreachable place.

The surrounding area is filled with scorching lava; if you were to accidentally fall off the stone platform, you would be instantly burned to ashes.

Furthermore, Ling Yun could clearly sense that the murderous aura and evil energy here were hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than those in the inner city of the Slaughter City.

If I stay here for a long time, I will definitely turn into a madman who only knows how to kill.

"Fortunately, I have the protection of my skull formed by spiritual energy, so I don't need to worry about the erosion of these evil energies..."

Ling Yun breathed a sigh of relief. He had risked his life to participate in the competition in Wuhun City in order to pass the Hell Road.

"Now all we have to do is follow the wooden bridge and leave through Hell Road!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yun had already used the flight skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, soaring into the air and flying away into the distance.

Since they can fly, why would anyone walk on that dilapidated wooden plank bridge?

And so, after flying for an unknown amount of time within the Hell Road, a dark cloud suddenly appeared before him!

Looking around, Ling Yun realized that what appeared to be dark clouds were actually a large group of black bat-like soul beasts.

The leader was a giant bat, over three meters long with a wingspan of ten meters. It was jet black, with three heads the size of buckets on its neck and six eyes that gleamed with a scarlet light.

Upon seeing the three-headed bat, Ling Yun frowned and muttered, "Dark Gold Three-Headed Bat King!"

Chapter 112 The Road to Hell (Part 2)

At this moment, the dark gold three-headed bat king had already spotted Ling Yun. After letting out a low roar, the black bats around him flapped their wings and charged towards him like madmen.

At the same time, it opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, attempting to devour all his blood.

"Hmph, you think you can take me down with this bunch of little bats? Ridiculous!"

"Soul Bone Skill: Magma Earth Shattering Strike!"

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yun immediately released his Flame Tail Hook, aimed at the Dark Gold Bat in front of him, and unleashed a fierce lava blast.