Chapter 119:Two streams of killing intent, the domain of the God of Slaughter gradually emerges.
A year and a half has passed in the blink of an eye.
In the City of Slaughter, Yu Xiaolie vents his violence every day, and the deaths of the fallen under his control constantly fuel his and the dragon cub's murderous aura.
The streets here are always permeated with the rusty, bloody smell.
Yu Xiaolie was walking down the street. His physique was becoming more and more robust, with clearly defined muscle lines. Every step he took exuded a powerful sense of pressure.
His appearance always instantly attracted the attention of those around him, especially those scantily clad, decadent women.
In their eyes, there was no fear of the strong, but only endless greed and desire.
"Little brother, I want to suck your blood dry."
A seductive, depraved woman said, reaching out her slender, pale hand to touch Yu Xiaolie's chest.
Yu Xiaolie didn't even raise his eyes; he had seen this situation far too many times before.
The next moment, just as her hand was about to touch Yu Xiaolie's chest, she was kicked away with a powerful kick.
The woman screamed and fell heavily to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but she still raised her head unwillingly, her eyes filled with resentment.
She couldn't believe that someone would refuse her invitation; she considered herself to be one of the most attractive people in the entire Killing City.
Here, the role of women is sometimes no less important than that of Bloody Mary.
They can use their bodies to exchange for blood from other fallen beings, thus avoiding the fate of fighting in the hellish killing field.
Others who have fallen can vent their desires on them, a role that is irreplaceable.
The surrounding crowd instantly stirred, and those fallen ones who had been eyeing Yu Xiaolie with predatory intent flashed a hint of jealousy and anger in their eyes.
After all, Yu Xiaolie was naturally attractive and full of yang energy.
This attracted these women, who then offered themselves to him.
But they need to be pitiful, or be forced by violence, or exchange them for Bloody Mary.
Only in exchange for a chance to interact.
Who wouldn't be envious?
But Yu Xiaolie didn't know what was good for him and even punched and kicked him.
Even if you don't eat it, don't waste it!
Yu Xiaolie looked at them coldly, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
He was never afraid of these degenerates attacking him; once they did, it meant they had already committed suicide.
The next moment, his left leg moved slightly, and a dark gray light instantly lit up, with a powerful soul force fluctuation spreading out.
Even the surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this power, and the already arrogant Fallen Ones now had a glint in their eyes.
Yu Xiaolie knew all too well how to unleash the worst in these people.
Over the past year, many people have repeatedly attacked him in an attempt to strip him of his soul bone.
However, without exception, they were all used as feed for the dragon cubs.
"A soul bone! He has a soul bone!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, instantly causing a commotion.
In the City of Slaughter, possessing a Soul Bone means possessing heaven-defying power.
This is one of the reasons why Yu Xiaolie thrived in the Killing City that year.
The degenerates on the street swarmed around him, staring at Yu Xiaolie with predatory eyes, as if they wanted to devour him alive.
Unfortunately, half a day passed, and no one dared to make a move against him.
This was solely because they feared the power of Yu Xiaolie's soul bone.
However, there are still some fearless individuals, or those blindly confident in their own abilities, who will still come forward to test their skills.
Yu Xiaolie sneered, ignoring the terrified and greedy gazes, and slowly raised his hand, a purple light flashing.
Then, the dragon cub instantly appeared beside him.
The dragon cub's round body exuded a powerful aura, and its eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.
More than a year of killing in the Hell Slaughter Arena has turned the dragon cub's skin from its original light purple to a blood-red purplish-brown, and a violent aura has formed a murderous intent in its eyes.
However, that's not enough. Yu Xiaolie needs the dragon cub to possess absolute killing intent with him, so that 1+1 will not just equal 2.
Because of the appearance of the Soul Bone, more and more Fallen Ones gathered around it.
As the crowd grew larger, the commotion intensified. A few reckless individuals, oblivious to their own mortality, brandished their weapons and charged towards Yu Xiaolie and the dragon cub.
"Let's all attack together! I refuse to believe he can kill us all!"
As a brute wielding a meteor hammer charged at him, Yu Xiaolie's right leg suddenly erupted with blinding black light.
"Eternal Black Frost!"
Yu Xiaolie let out a low shout, and a black mist instantly spread out, enveloping all the Fallen Ones who rushed over.
The entire street darkened as if splashed with ink, and the fallen could not see their own hands.
At the same time, for some reason, they felt a sense of fear, as if the black frost was eroding their bodies.
Actions immediately became sluggish.
They had never seen such a bizarre and powerful skill before; the black, icy mist seemed to come from the real hell.
Faced with the darkness, a series of panicked screams rang out as the Fallen raised their weapons and began hacking and slashing wildly.
"Light the lamp! Quick... ugh!"
Yu Xiaolie, however, strolled leisurely, and every time he raised his hand, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.
Suddenly, a warm body tumbled down and was about to hit his back.
Yu Xiaolie reached behind him and pierced through the chest.
Meanwhile, the dragon cubs were killing even more wildly.
There was no need for it to transform into a dragon; its round body slammed violently in all directions, sending four or five people flying like bowling pins.
A clever little creature tried to climb the wall to escape, but it jumped up, bit its heel, and slammed it into the crowd like a shot put.
"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen... twenty-eight..."
Yu Xiaolie counted the numbers expressionlessly.
Suddenly, his knees buckled, and a short, fallen being who had lost both legs hugged his legs.
With a mouthful of yellow teeth, it bit down on Yu Xiaolie's right leg, trying to bite the soul bone off by force.
"Found it!"
The fallen one laughed maniacally, but the next moment, his mouth stopped moving.
Because his head was twisted off like a pretzel by Yu Xiaolie.
With Yu Xiaolie and Longzai's skillful cooperation, the Fallen Ones were as easily broken as tofu blocks, unable to survive intact in his hands.
Only a few Fallen Ones with decent strength managed to struggle for a while before their lives were taken by the weakening effect of Yu Xiaolie's right leg soul bone skill and the chill, surrounded by the dragon cub and Yu Xiaolie.
When the black fog dissipated, the entire street looked as if it had been destroyed by a huge beast, with many severed limbs hanging from the already dilapidated eaves, some even dripping blood.
Their intestines were tangled together like knotted ribbons.
The dragon cub was searching through the pile of corpses, and it started biting at the throats of the corpses.
Having spent years in hellish killing matches, it has developed a habit of leaving no survivors.
Yu Xiaolie stared coldly at the ice shards on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion. In fact, his expression was tinged with a chilling coldness, and even his body exuded a faint aura of blood.
Cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, and cruel have long been synonymous with him.
Over the past year, he has become accustomed to this kind of killing.
Lend a group of people over, then massacre them!
He and the dragon cub had already secretly gathered their own intense killing intent.
The God of Slaughter Domain has quietly taken shape within him.
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