Chapter 337: The Killing Intent of the Slaughter King, the Snipers of the Hell Slaughter Arena
"Regret? Since we've already made our choice, there's nothing to regret."
Inside the main hall of the Hell Slaughter Arena, Lin Yu showed no concern toward the black-robed man's threats. He merely smiled faintly and said calmly,
"If you have nothing else, we'll be leaving now."
With that, ignoring the black-robed man entirely, Lin Yu led Liu Erlong out of the hall and exited the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Only the black-robed man remained in the hall, watching their departing figures with a dark and gloomy expression.
…
An hour later, in a sinister ancient castle outside the domain of the Slaughter King.
"How did it go? Did they agree to join our Slaughter City?"
In the same dimly lit room, the Slaughter King lay reclined on a lavish throne encrusted with jewels, one leg crossed over the other. He propped his head with one hand while tapping the throne's armrest with the other, speaking casually.
"Reporting to the great King, they… they refused."
In response to the Slaughter King's inquiry, the black-robed man knelt before him with his head lowered.
"They refused?"
Hearing that Lin Yu and Liu Erlong had actually rejected the offer, the Slaughter King's brows furrowed instantly. A cold glint flickered in his blood-red eyes. Straightening his posture, he spoke in a chilling tone,
"Hmph! I gave them two chances, and they still didn't treasure them. To dare refuse me—do they think they're that Shura King Tang San and the Messenger of Hell from the live broadcasts?"
"If they refuse to join our Slaughter City, then send someone to assassinate them. Let them see the consequences of defying me!"
With that, the Slaughter King abruptly rose to his feet. Looking down at the black-robed man still kneeling, his crimson eyes glinted with deadly intent.
…
The next day.
In the Hell Slaughter Arena of Slaughter City.
After refusing the black-robed man yesterday, Lin Yu once again brought Liu Erlong with him to participate in that day's death match.
After signing up at the counter, Lin Yu and Liu Erlong waited together in the main hall.
While they chatted as usual, a cold-faced man dressed in black quietly approached the counter and whispered something to the official staff behind it.
Upon hearing his words, the staff member nodded and began adjusting the yet-to-be-matched duel list, inserting Lin Yu's name into a newly formed group of under ten contestants.
He also added two new names to this match group: 3271 and 3272.
Time passed quickly. After another round of duels concluded, the official staff behind the counter began announcing the new round of death match participants.
"The next group for the life-and-death duel includes: 2273, 4396, 5341, 3271, 3272…"
Hearing his number called, Lin Yu glanced over, then turned to Liu Erlong with a smile.
"Erlong-jie, it's my turn. I'm heading in."
"Mm, go ahead. I'll be here cheering for you!"
Liu Erlong's beautiful, mature face lit up with a supportive smile.
After bidding farewell to Liu Erlong, Lin Yu headed toward the passage leading to the battle arena. Nine other fallen soul masters followed along.
However, upon recognizing their opponent as the famed Golden Dragon King, most of them showed despair in their eyes—some trembling, some already mentally defeated.
But Lin Yu noticed that two of these fallen soul masters appeared particularly calm. In fact, the way they looked at him seemed somewhat condescending, even mocking.
One was a tall, lean middle-aged man in black with a sinister aura. The other was a tall woman in a dark red dress, seemingly soaked in blood, exuding a seductive charm with her heavy makeup.
The two stood close together and even whispered to each other as they glanced at Lin Yu, clearly familiar with one another.
Their presence gave Lin Yu a strange feeling.
After a brief probe, Lin Yu was shocked to sense that both of them were at the Soul Sage level.
Two Soul Sages?
For a moment, Lin Yu was both surprised and suspicious.
Despite having won over sixty matches, most of his opponents had been Soul Emperors. Soul Sages were rare.
Typically, only one Soul Sage would appear after a dozen or so battles.
But now, he was suddenly matched against two at once—and they seemed to know each other. That clearly smelled like trouble.
Could these two have been sent by the Slaughter King to assassinate me?
Lin Yu frowned at the thought.
But if the Slaughter King really sent them, why send two at once? The Hell Slaughter Arena matches were life-and-death—only one person would leave alive. Sending two meant one would surely die. That seemed unnecessary.
Perplexed, Lin Yu walked through the hallway from the hall into the vast battle arena.
As he entered, the surrounding spectators—fallen soul masters—erupted into deafening cheers and wild roars.
"Golden Dragon King! Golden Dragon King!!"
…
Amid the thunderous cheering and chanting,
As the fallen soul masters filed into the arena, the two Lin Yu had noticed earlier—man and woman—walked straight toward him.
The sinister-looking middle-aged man crossed his arms and gave Lin Yu a cold, mocking glance before speaking with a chilling smile.
"Kid, you're the Golden Dragon King, huh? I heard you actually refused the great Slaughter King's invitation. We are here under his orders… to grant you death."
"Prepare to die in agony. This is your punishment for refusing the great Slaughter King's favor."
"You were sent by the Slaughter King to kill me? But if you want to kill me, words alone won't be enough."
"If killing were as simple as talking, I would've died a long time ago in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Let's see what you've got."
Lin Yu replied with a cold sneer.
"Ohoho, what a witty little brother. I like your attitude," the heavily made-up woman in the blood-red dress giggled while covering her mouth flirtatiously.
"Such a handsome face… it's almost a pity to kill you. But the great Slaughter King has given his command, so I'll just have to be cruel. I do wonder what your blood tastes like… I can barely wait to find out."
As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue and sensually licked her crimson lips.
"My blood? What it tastes like?"
Lin Yu was taken aback by her words—especially the second half, which made his expression twitch slightly.
At that moment, the official from the Hell Slaughter Arena suddenly announced:
"All participants are present. This life-and-death match… begins now!"
(END CHAPTER)
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