webnovelvip Chapter 359 Scheme? The Asura Demon Sword!
Chapter 359 Scheme? The Asura Demon Sword!
At this moment, Hu Liena felt an unprecedented fear emanating from this man.
I used to think that my brother was the most outstanding man I had ever met.
After the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament ended, Tang Chuan naturally joined her list of favorites, and the man in front of her was the third, and also the one she considered the most outstanding.
Hu Liena felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost shattering her ribs.
The gaze that swept through the mask of the demon was devoid of any emotion or killing intent, merely a calm glance. Yet, this single glance made Hu Liena feel as if her soul had been instantly pierced by the eternal ice of the far north, her blood almost freezing.
She didn't even dare to let her gaze meet the eyes behind the mask.
He was even afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, Tang Chuan would misunderstand that he was also there to kill him, and then Tang Chuan would rush over and kill him instead.
Hu Liena felt that the danger was increasing exponentially with every second she stayed there.
Without the slightest hesitation, she didn't even bother to maintain her usual composure and demeanor. Her movements were so fast they were almost frantic, and her short golden hair drew a messy arc in the air.
She didn't even dare to turn her back completely to that direction; instead, she turned sideways like a frightened fox, almost pressed against the shadow of the wall, and sped off in the opposite direction at top speed.
Meanwhile, this is a huge stone chamber located in the deepest part of the Killing City.
The place was dimly lit, illuminated only by a few wall lamps with flickering dark red flames.
The air was damp and chilly, filled with a strong, nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell—the unique odor of a large amount of blood mixed and fermented.
In the center of the secret chamber was a pool of blood constantly churning with a dark red, viscous liquid. Bubbles rose to the surface, and occasionally bones or fragments of tattered clothing would float up and sink.
This is the origin of Bloody Mary, the city of slaughter, and one of the core forces that maintains a certain twisted rule in this city of sin.
Behind the blood pool, a colossal throne, constructed from countless pale skeletons and dark red rocks, stood majestically, upon which sat a figure.
He was extremely tall and imposing, exuding a mountain-like sense of oppression even when seated. His skin was an unhealthy dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time.
His long, blood-red hair was disheveled, and his face was hidden in the shadows. Only a pair of eyes that flashed with a violent red light could be seen, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey. He wore heavy armor that was a mix of dark red and black, covered with hideous spikes and ancient blood-red runes. His right hand rested casually on the armrest of the throne, which was actually a complete giant skull.
This man is the King of Slaughter who rules this land of sin.
Suddenly, a woman dressed in revealing dark purple leather armor, with a bewitching face but cold eyes, silently slid into the secret chamber and respectfully knelt at the edge of the blood pool.
"Great King!" the woman said in a low, hoarse voice.
"Another god of slaughter has arrived in our kingdom. On his first day here, he has already won thirty-five consecutive battles in the hellish killing arena, and outside the arena, he has single-handedly slaughtered over a hundred fallen ones who tried to besiege him. Judging from his momentum, it is probably only a matter of time before he wins a hundred battles and even crosses the road to hell."
Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter's eyes flickered slightly with red light, and he said in a low voice:
"Oh? Another one... A little over a year ago, that kid from the Clear Sky Sect broke through and obtained the Killing God Domain, which even gave me quite a headache. Now, adding to that blonde girl that the Spirit Hall specially sent in for training... In just two or three years, three people have actually reached this level."
He paused for a moment, his eyes glowing even brighter.
"Could something drastic have happened outside? Why are so many young geniuses rushing into this abandoned land, seeking this extreme power?"
The woman below raised her head, a cold, calculating glint in her eyes, and said:
"Great King, since these two are both so outstanding, perhaps... we shouldn't let them achieve their goal so easily, or even... let them stay here forever?"
The King of Slaughter seemed intrigued, leaning forward slightly as a massive shadow descended.
"What are your thoughts? The rules of the Hell Slaughter Arena are the foundation of Slaughter City. Even we cannot easily and openly interfere with Hundred Victories' accumulation."
"The rules can't be changed, but accidents are always inevitable."
"Your Majesty, have you forgotten Bloody Mary and those blood slaves whose minds have been corrupted by malevolence? These blood slaves are powerful figures at the Title Douluo level in the outside world."
"We can secretly arrange several special matches in the Hell Killing Arena. Not to directly kill the targets, but to use Bloody Mary's poison and hallucinogenic properties, in conjunction with those powerful but irrational blood slaves who only know how to kill, to continuously wear them down and injure them, preferably leaving them with hidden wounds that are difficult to heal, or... eroding their minds."
"Especially that new blue-haired kid, he's too hot on his feet, we have to curb his momentum first. In his last few matches when he's close to 100 wins, we can arrange for the most dangerous blood slaves to surround him, and fill the arena with a high concentration of Bloody Mary mist beforehand."
"No matter how strong he is, his condition will inevitably decline drastically when faced with this endless drain and erosion. At that time, whether he is aiming for a hundred victories or facing the true test of the Hell Road, the possibility of failure or even death will greatly increase."
"As for that blonde woman, she is backed by the Spirit Hall, so we shouldn't be too obvious. But we can still arrange some unexpected events in her key matches to slow down her progress and deplete her resources."
"If they can't enter the Hell Road in top condition, or if they enter while their minds are corrupted... then the outcome is hard to say."
"No," the King of Slaughter waved his hand and spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible solemnity, "that's not appropriate."
Upon hearing this, the woman's sinister smile froze, and she looked up in confusion.
The King of Slaughter's gaze seemed to pierce through the stone walls of the secret chamber, landing on the blue-haired boy who had stirred up a bloodbath that day.
"Does anyone know who that new kid is?"
"More than a year ago, that kid from the Haotian Sect broke through without making a sound."
"Who can guarantee that this newcomer isn't backed by another killing machine? Or... someone even more troublesome than a killing machine?"
At this point, the King of Slaughter paused, his brows furrowing beneath his blood-red hair. "And... I always feel there's a... faint sense of familiarity about him. It's very subtle, but it always makes me uneasy."
A brief silence fell over the secret chamber, broken only by the gurgling of the blood pool.
The King of Slaughter seemed to be weighing his thoughts and reminiscing. In the end, the red light in his eyes stabilized again, and the solemnity was replaced by an arrogance born of absolute control.
"Fine, as long as he doesn't actively oppose me or break the rules of the Killing City... let him be. What difference will it make if he tries to obtain that Killing God Domain?"
"In this city of slaughter, I am the sole king! The embodiment of the rules! Even if one or two more individuals possess the domain of the God of Slaughter... what can they do to me? On this land abandoned by the gods and bound by the rules, who can truly threaten me?"
As he spoke, he slowly turned to the side and stretched out his huge hand toward the side of the throne.
There, leaning against the wall, was a massive demonic sword, its entire body an ominous dark red, seemingly forged from congealed blood and hellfire lava. The blade was thick and covered with twisted runes.
Simply by being inserted there, it exuded a terrifying aura of malevolence and oppressive power that sent shivers down one's spine. (End of Chapter)