Inside the Asura Divine Hall, the dense scent of blood seemed to solidify in the air.
Lu Feng stood before the huge statue of the Asura God, looking up.
The spiderweb-like dark red patterns on the surface of the statue flickered in the dim light, as if blood was really flowing within them.
From the blurred face, soul-stirring light emanated.
"Buzz—"
Lu Feng released divine power, and the statue suddenly trembled violently.
A blood-golden light pillar shot out from the statue's eyes, shining on the Asura Sword in his hand.
The ancient patterns on the sword body lit up one by one, spreading from the tip to the hilt.
The next moment, countless pieces of information flooded into Lu Feng's mind like a tide.
About the secrets of the Capital of Slaughter, about the truth of the Asura Divine Test, about the responsibilities and authority of the position of the King of Slaughter...
"So that's how it is..." The corner of Lu Feng's mouth raised slightly, a flash of enlightenment in his eyes.
The King of Slaughter, like the High Priest of Sea God Island and the Great Consecrated Priest of Spirit Hall, was the spokesperson of the deity in the mortal world, in charge of the progress of the Asura Divine Test.
And having defeated Tang Chen, he had already obtained this qualification.
Castle Main Hall.
Lu Feng sat on the throne, looking straight ahead.
Twelve Slaughter Envoys knelt on one knee neatly below the steps.
In the front row were three red-robed elders. Their soul power fluctuations indicated that all three were Titled Douluo-level powerhouses.
"From today on, I am the new King of Slaughter." Lu Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. "Who approves? Who opposes?"
The hall was silent. Everyone could feel that faint divine might. Like a sharp sword hanging overhead, ready to fall at any time.
Zoe, the purple-robed envoy in the last row, was the first to bow her head in submission.
This woman, usually known for her ruthlessness, was now trembling like a frightened deer.
She prostrated deeply on the ground, black hair falling like a waterfall, revealing her fair nape: "Greetings to the King of Slaughter."
Lu Feng looked playfully at this woman with a hot figure, his gaze sweeping over her curvaceous body.
"You seem convinced in words but not in heart?"
Lu Feng slowly stood up, black robe moving without wind. "You stay; I want to punish you properly."
Hearing this, Zoe's delicate body trembled instantly, legs tightening unconsciously.
Seeing this, the others retreated quickly as if granted amnesty.
"Bang."
When the heavy hall door closed, it made a dull impact sound. Soon, Zoe's pleading voice echoed in the empty space.
"King, spare my life! This subordinate knows her mistake!"
"Ah—!"
"Please... be gentle..."
Asura Divine Hall.
Lu Feng sat cross-legged, soul power surging around him like a tide.
Nine soul rings emerged in sequence, emitting brilliant light in the dim hall.
Most striking were the last three soul rings; that deep red was like solidified blood, emitting suffocating pressure.
"Whoosh."
A golden light projected from the dome of the hall. Wisps of white mist wound up like spirit snakes, entwining the Asura God statue.
The blood vessel patterns on the surface of the statue lit up suddenly, as if injected with life.
"Buzz—"
A piercing golden light burst from the statue's brow, shining precisely on Lu Feng's first soul ring.
The purple soul ring began to tremble violently, color deepening visibly to the naked eye, finally turning into deep black.
"Stingy Asura God..." Feeling the power of the soul ring age, Lu Feng curled his lips.
"Only able to increase it to fifty thousand years for me."
He looked up at the statue, a trace of cunning flashing in his eyes.
As the King of Slaughter, he was both the examinee and the examiner of the divine test at this moment.
This special dual identity allowed him to unceremoniously open a back door for himself.
The second and third soul rings were shrouded by golden light one after another, their age also raised to fifty thousand years.
When the golden light shone on the fourth soul ring, the black soul ring, originally ten thousand years old, became deeper.
"Sixty thousand years is not bad." Lu Feng nodded with satisfaction.
Followed by the fifth soul ring, trembling frantically in the golden light, finally settling at the level of seventy thousand years.
The most amazing change happened to the sixth soul ring.
This soul ring from the Dark Devilgod Tiger was originally as high as sixty thousand years. But under the baptism of golden light, the color gradually turned into coquettish red.
When the unique pressure of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring swept through the entire hall, even the air seemed to stagnate.
"Now that's more like it." Feeling the surging power in his body, the corner of Lu Feng's mouth raised slightly.
However, when he cast his gaze on the last three soul rings, he couldn't help frowning.
The seventh soul ring was already at the hundred-thousand-year level; the golden light shining on it didn't increase it much.
Although the eighth and ninth soul rings also increased by fifty thousand years in age, for soul rings already approaching a million years, this improvement was indeed insignificant.
"It seems the power of gods also has limits..." Lu Feng sighed helplessly.
He stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, whole body's bones making crisp cracking sounds.
"Not bad, level ninety-six!" Lu Feng nodded with satisfaction.
He looked up at the statue, eyes full of reverence. "Thank Lord Asura God for bestowing rewards amidst busy schedule. Since you are so generous, then I won't be polite."
Saying this, he sat cross-legged again and began to circulate his cultivation method to consolidate his cultivation.
Hell Road.
Dark red magma, steaming heat waves distorting the air, filled with a nauseating stench.
Zhu Zhuqing stood on the narrow stone bridge, her black tight suit soaked with sweat.
She frowned at the winding bloody path ahead. "This is where you cultivated before?"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice trembled slightly, cat ears twitching unconsciously. Her slender fingers clenched into fists, nails digging deeply into her palms.
Lu Feng chuckled lightly, reaching out to brush away the sweat on her forehead.
The soul power flowing from his fingertips brought a trace of coolness, relaxing Zhu Zhuqing's tense nerves slightly.
"Correct."
Lu Feng pointed to the faintly visible exit in the distance. "Later I'll open a back door for you; go out directly from there, and you can obtain the Deathgod Domain."
Zhu Zhuqing blinked her eyes, voice carrying a bit of hesitation. "Is this... really okay?"
"Of course." A trace of cunning flashed in Lu Feng's eyes.
The Asura Sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, blood-colored patterns on the blade flashing with eerie light.
"This is your husband's territory."
As his voice fell, nine soul rings emerged in sequence—five black, four red. The terrifying pressure made the surrounding air stagnate.
Zhu Zhuqing sucked in a breath of cold air, small mouth slightly open.
"But will doing this blaspheme the deity?" Her voice was so light it was almost inaudible.
Lu Feng reached out to rub her soft cat ears, causing the girl to tremble slightly.
"With your talent so high, the deity is eager for you to inherit his god position."
He leaned close to Zhu Zhuqing's ear, warm breath brushing her earlobe. "Later I'll bring Yanyan here too; you can't fight with her."
Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks flushed instantly, glaring at Lu Feng shyly and annoyedly.
But her eyes softened quickly again, nodding gently.
"For your seventh soul ring, I've also prepared early."
Lu Feng snapped his fingers. A golden light descended from the sky, condensing into a dazzling light ball in front of Zhu Zhuqing.
"As many God Bestowed Soul Rings as you want, guaranteed to be the most suitable for you."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the light ball in front of her, eyes flashing with complex light.
She took a deep breath, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and pecked Lu Feng on the cheek.
"Thank you."