Chapter 120: Transform into the Black Netherworld Holy Dragon, Let's Go, Slaughter the City!
In the killing city, there is no distinction between day and night.
Only one blood moon hangs eternally in the sky above this land, reflecting everything on the ground as if it were immersed in a pool of blood.
Yu Xiaolie stepped on the sticky ground, leaving dark red footprints with each step.
Originally, the number of newcomers to the Killing City and the number of former Fallen Ones who died were subtly balanced under certain rules and the control of a powerful force behind the scenes.
But since Yu Xiaolie arrived, this balance has gradually shifted, and the population of the Killing City has been decreasing.
As he slaughtered, the dark right leg bone also continuously absorbed the killing intent and killing energy.
Whenever Yu Xiaolie uses his Soul Bone Skill, dark golden patterns appear on the surface of his right leg, and his dark right leg bone seems to be showing signs of evolution.
"The 100th show, is it still not arranged?"
Yu Xiaolie slammed the number plate on the wooden table at the registration desk, instantly sending up a cloud of dust.
On the number plate, there are 99 bloodstains, twisted and grotesque, symbolizing that Yu Xiaolie has won ninety-nine consecutive matches in the regional killing arena!
I noticed the staff member's fingers were trembling, and I even knocked over a wooden cup placed under the table, causing thick, bloody Mary to drip down the edge of the table.
The bony spurs protruding from his back gleamed with a cold light and a murderous aura.
Immediately afterward, a deafening roar erupted, and it charged into the crowd.
Amidst the flying blood and gore, the Fallen were reduced to mangled corpses, crushed on the ground.
Only without me can that white mist be released!
The killing intent and murderous aura beneath me and the dragon cub had also reached their peak.
Even fewer people were bewildered. Since we arrived there, where else have we seen such creatures?
Then, it spread its wings, like a pair of tiny white blades, slicing through the sky.
Because with the title of champion of a hundred games, one can be recruited by the King of Slaughter and brought under his command, becoming a permanent resident of the Slaughter City. Except for being able to leave that outside, among that group of fallen people, one will possess the lowest rights second only to the King of Slaughter, and will not be able to enjoy eternal revelry.
It was as if the end of the world had arrived.
"That's your problem."
With our soul power limited and our vision lost, we had no other thought in our minds!
Even in the world inside, when we hunt soul beasts, if we encounter a dragon soul beast, we run away as fast as we can.
The fleeing Fallen Ones were horrified to discover that, behind the White Nether Dragon, our speed was like that of a tortoise, and we were simply waiting to die.
Wherever it went, the buildings were completely destroyed.
With a roar, it transformed into the White Netherworld Holy Dragon!
...
After all, those who can achieve dozens of consecutive wins are weak players without a certain level of strength.
The White Nether Dragon let out a long breath, its body shrouded in thick white mist. With a flap of its wings, a gale arose, sweeping countless fallen ones into the air.
Immediately, my screams stopped abruptly.
The King of Slaughter would much rather see the weak fight each other and their numbers drastically decrease.
Black Nether Saint's eyes were cold and sinister, showing no pity whatsoever for anyone outside.
The Black Saint's lips curled up, his eerie smile appearing particularly sinister against the backdrop of the blood moon.
Since that's the case, the only bad thing is to have the King of Slaughter change the rules for me and force a competition with ten people.
In other words, he fought his way out from nearly a thousand people and was only one game away from a hundred wins.
With a deafening roar, the dragon's tail swept across, causing dozens of houses to collapse and rubble to scatter everywhere.
"roar--"
"Go, destroy everything you see."
The dragon cub patiently pawed at the ground with its hind claws, while puffs of white mist from its mouth and nose spread outwards in an instant, like the arrival of death.
I saw my left leg bone flash with light, and the white and dark soul power in my body instantly boiled. The dragon cub in front of me also responded at this moment, and its body expanded rapidly.
Thus, the dragon cub became the symbol of the Black Nether Saint, and was named: Hell Beast Demon.
In the very first 100th match, Black Saint waited a long time but still couldn't find an opponent.
No one was alarmed to discover that their weapons were rusting at a visible rate, and even more terrifying, spiderweb-like white patterns began to appear on our skin.
A one-eyed fallen being screamed as it charged forward, only to crash into the dragon cub's gleaming white fangs amidst the white mist.
In an instant, its internal organs spilled all over the ground. The dragon cub raised its head and sniffed, then disgustedly brushed them aside with its claws. It was now only interested in the flesh and blood of the weak.
At this moment, the city of slaughter truly became a living hell.
"This tells the King of Slaughter that you should personally contribute to the kill count."
However, as the number of wins increased, Black Saint participated in more and more matches, because there were many more people who could be matched with me in the same survival match.
Clearly, I may be facing an endless wait.
The fallen ones, having realized what was happening, scattered and fled.
The two of us, man and beast, worked together seamlessly; these fallen ones could barely survive eight breaths in my hands.
Limbs, severed arms, blood, and internal organs rained down, staining the entire street red with blood.
The thought had already formed in Hei Ming Sheng's mind, and he immediately took the dragon cub and went out.
Those who managed to dodge were either buried under the rubble or killed by the impact.
"The fallen ones who have recently entered the competition are all qualified to compete with you, so please wait a little longer..."
"Stop playing with these ants, let's kill them all," Pan Junyi said calmly.
If they really followed the rules of the Killing City, I'd probably be waiting for the four people in Qi Lingli to achieve a 99-game winning streak for the rest of my life.
The mist was similar to the skill of the left leg soul bone, which was exclusive to the transformation into the White Netherworld Holy Dragon and could not be released without consuming any soul power.
Two streams of cold air shot out from the dragon cub's nostrils, each breath accompanied by a puff of white mist.
My last 20 games were all achieved by people who barely managed to reach a winning streak.
"Hellish Beast Demon," I said cautiously, my Adam's apple bobbing, afraid of displeasing the Black Nether Saint.
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the White Nether Dragon, and its massive tail lashed out like a whip, sweeping across the entire street.
Black Saint walked to the center of the inner city square and casually kicked aside the severed limbs blocking his way.
I reached out and patted the staff member on the shoulder, then dabbed my hand on the Bloody Mary under the table and smeared the sticky blood on the staff member's faded collar.
It then soared into the air, its blood-red dragon eyes glaring down at the city of desire.
Here, everyone who comes to participate, besides having the right to continue surviving in the Killing City, most looks forward to winning a hundred matches.
"Hellish monsters are coming!"
The further you go, the longer the wait becomes.
However, the number of people who died at his hands was countless.
Black Saint leaned against the broken statue, flipping his number 5104 with his fingertips, watching the chaos in the inner city, a playful smile on his lips.
Since that's the case, I have to do something myself instead of just wasting time waiting outside.
There are no other delicious snacks outside, but before I got used to killing, the flesh and skin of the fallen soul masters, brimming with abundant soul power, became my daily treat.
After a year of slaughter, the White Netherworld Holy Dragon, transformed from the dragon cub, still had scales that had completely turned dark white, and dark red liquid could be faintly seen flowing between the scales.
"Jog slowly! There are no evil dragons!"
That was the first time Black Nether Saint had allowed a dragon cub to transform into a dragon since retreating into the City of Slaughter!
"Since the matchmaking is based on individual players, let's just consider this entire Killing City as the 100th match."
The rising dust obscured the sky and the sun.
Below the square, the depraved individuals, engaged in fighting and venting their lust, were enveloped in a thick white mist before they could even react.
Because the dragon cub's tail swept across like a steel whip, cutting me in half.
Hell Beast Demon is actually the pseudonym of Black Nether Saint. Because of me and Dragon Cub, one human and one beast, we forged the most useful combination in the City of Slaughter into the most terrifying power.
Hei Ming Sheng Man spoke with great care.
Black Saint could also guess the King of Slaughter's thoughts. After all, I really hope that no one can achieve a 100-game winning streak and go on the Hell Road.
Upon hearing this, Bai Ming Shenglong's aura suddenly surged, filled with excitement.
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