Some time Later
Hell Slaughter Arena
Nine Spirit Douluo-level Fallen stood suspended on nine iron chains. At the center of the ring stood a woman.
The woman's long white dress gave off an aura of purity. Her short, neatly trimmed hair, skin as delicate as lychee, and that exquisitely refined face made her look like she didn't belong to this world. She stood at around 1.7 meters tall, her figure perfectly balanced.
This woman was Ning Rongrong.
She was no longer the same pampered princess who had first stepped foot into Slaughter City. A year had passed since she arrived, and during that time, she had transformed completely. The air of heroism she now carried, the calm restraint in her demeanor—it made her aura far more mysterious, far more dangerous.
Bang!
Ning Rongrong held twin pistols in her hands and calmly pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, piercing straight through the heart of her final opponent.
One hundred victories!
She had fulfilled the promise she made with Ye Feng.
The murderous aura radiating from her, nearly tangible, surged into the air like a vortex of killing intent. Around the blood-drenched arena, a crowd of fallen watched in silence, oppressed by the sheer weight of her murderous presence.
One hundred victories!
Her killing aura might not reflect her actual strength, but in this moment, no one in Slaughter City wanted to face Ning Rongrong.
"Congratulations, young Nine Treasures Witch."
A deep, sharp voice echoed across the entire field.
The bloodlust surging from Ning Rongrong's body halted—then recoiled—as the voice rang out.
High above the Hell SlaughterArena, a scarlet figure descended slowly from the skies.
"Asura King!"
"Asura King!"
"Asura King!"
The fallen ones roared his name in unison, shaking the air with their voices.
Ning Rongrong raised her gaze. A tall man cloaked in a massive scarlet mantle hovered above. His face was pale, his eyes glowing blood-red—terrifying to meet directly.
"Please welcome King Shura, the Messenger of Hell, the Demon Angel, and the Nine-Hearted Witch."
The Asura King voice rang out again. Four more figures descended onto the ring—Ye Feng, Hu Liena, Qian Renxue, and Ye Lingling.
"I am honored to witness the birth of five warriors in the Slaughter Arena within just half a year. Such victories have not appeared in decades, and yet they stand here now, proving themselves with overwhelming strength and terrifying killing intent. My people, don't you tremble before them?"
"Yes—Yes—Yes—!"
"King Shura, Hell Messenger, Demon Angel, Nine-Hearted Witch, Nine Treasures Witch—I have decided to grant all of you the title of God of Slaughter. From this moment onward, you are free to enter and exit Slaughter City at will. You are now official guest under my name."
Ye Feng stepped forward calmly. "Asura King , I've fulfilled your conditions. Please open the Hell Road, and follow the rules of Slaughter City."
To prevent them from cheating, the Asura King had declared that only five people could enter the Hell Road at one time. Ye Feng had no choice but to adjust his plan accordingly.
After careful analysis, he chose his team: himself; Hu Liena, a control-type spirit master with the Demon Fox as her martial spirit; Qian Renxue, an attack-type spirit master with the Six-Winged Angel spirit; Ye Lingling, a healing-type spirit master with the Nine-Hearted Begonia spirit; and Ning Rongrong, an auxiliary-type spirit master with the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
One control, one healing, one support, and two heavy offense. The lineup was solid.
The Asura King narrowed his scarlet eyes. "You all agree to this? Do you even understand the horrors that await on the Hell Road? Remember—people only have one life."
Qian Renxue sneered. "Asura King, is it not ridiculous for you to lecture me about life? This is Slaughter City. Here, only killing matters."
A surge of intense crimson light flared from the Asura King.
No one in the entire city dared to speak to him like that.
But fearing Bibi Dong's wrath, the Asura King turned his gaze instead to Ye Lingling, Hu Liena, and Ning Rongrong.
"What about you? Will you accept my reward and become honored guests of the Slaughter City?"
Ye Lingling answered without hesitation. "Wherever my cousin goes, I go."
Hu Liena responded simply, "My teacher told me to follow Ye Feng."
Ning Rongrong smiled faintly. "I'll share hardships with my brother. Asura King, please open the Hell Road."
Faint red rings of light slowly spread out from the Asura King body. If not for his fear, he would've slaughtered these five without hesitation.
Their spirit abilities were useless here. In his eyes, even Ye Feng and the others were ants he could crush. But he knew better. If he acted recklessly, Bibi Dong would bring the full might of the Spirit Hall down upon him—and that would spell the end of Slaughter City.
The last time Bibi Dong came here, she had warned him. If he dared make a move, she would drown the entire city in blood.
Swoosh~
The Asura King sighed, then smiled coldly. "Very well. Let it be a pleasant journey with such companions. Take my regards back to your elders."
With that, the Asura King flapped his bat-like wings and ascended into the air. A blood-red mist erupted from his body, forming a terrifying aura that forced Ye Feng, Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, Ye Lingling, and Ning Rongrong to retreat dozens of meters.
This aura wasn't just murderous—it was pure evil.
Ye Feng recognized it immediately. It was the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King's aura.
Evil, cold, and oppressive, crimson ripples spread outward from the Asura King. Within moments, they reached every corner of Slaughter City.
"The Hell Road is about to begin!"
"Look! It's opening! I've been here for years, and I've never seen it happen. Only the Gods of Slaughter and the King himself have ever seen the Hell Road open!"
"Only them? Wait—what is this red light? My spirit power... my life... it's being drained!"
The onlookers had been filled with anticipation, hoping to witness something legendary. But then, one by one, they noticed something horrifying. Their spirit power, their life force—it was being pulled from their bodies. Their nutrients were siphoned off, transformed into red filaments that spiraled toward the Hell Slaughter Arena .
As these vital essences were absorbed into the arena, the ground began to glow an eerie red.
Only then did the Fallen realize the truth. No one else had ever seen the Road to Hell open—because all those who had seen it... were already dead.
By the time they realized, it was too late. In mere seconds, their vitality and spirit power were stripped away, their bodies reduced to dust, their souls scattered.
At that same moment, Ye Feng, Hu Liena, Ye Lingling, Ning Rongrong, and Qian Renxue—still standing on the stage—felt an immense suction force pull from beneath their feet. Just before they lost consciousness, they heard the Asura King voice echo in their ears.
"Good luck on the Hell Road."
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