Chapter 122:King of Slaughter: This dragon... possesses ancient power...
The King of Slaughter originally wanted to hold Yu Xiaolie accountable, but considering his strange Holy Dragon Martial Soul, especially the Holy Dragon, which carried the aura of an ancient beast.
Without knowing the details, I didn't act immediately.
Furthermore, judging from Yu Xiaolie's words, he seemed to have some kind of purpose.
"You did this so you could see me?"
The King of Slaughter floated in mid-air, the blood moon casting dappled shadows on his enormous bone wings.
His bat wings flapped slowly, occasionally stirring up gusts of foul wind, instantly stirring up the thick blood on the ground and releasing a nauseating stench.
A slight smile curved Yu Xiaolie's lips as he stood on the dragon cub's back, calmly replying:
"That's right, the 100th Hell Killing Arena match is too hard to wait for. If we don't do this, how will you get out?"
The King of Slaughter's crimson pupils contracted, and his enormous cloak fluttered in the wind behind him.
He could hardly believe it; this seemingly young man was a complete madman who would kill so many people just to lure him out!
The King of Slaughter showed no sign of backing down. Yu Xiaolie had so thoroughly destroyed the capital; I wish I could finish him off on horseback.
The King of Slaughter was rendered speechless, and after his anger subsided, he dared to show it again.
Deeper within the soul of the King of Slaughter, the consciousness of Tang Chen, the sleeping youth, also experienced subtle fluctuations due to the dragon cub's violent power.
If a real fight breaks out, it won't be a question of who wins and who loses, but rather whether the Bat King can continue to parasitize.
Seeing it with my own eyes now, the scene wasn't particularly spectacular.
Has the Bat King figured out what the dragon behind him is all about, that it can't even threaten him?
It's important to understand that the King of Slaughter wasn't actually Tang Chen who lost his mind due to being parasitized by the Bat King. However, the Dragon Cub's Holy Dragon bloodline was capable of suppressing all beasts, and the Bat King's soul trembled under the drum's power.
At this moment, the white mist spewed from the mouth of the White Netherworld Sacred Dragon had turned into a pervasive blood mist, making even the blood moon appear somewhat dimmer in comparison.
Suddenly, I raised my hand and waved it, and several cracks appeared in the ground, from which dark red tentacles emerged.
Such a devastating scene could only be a slaughter among the fallen.
It is wise to be cautious even when it comes to small matters.
Even the blood moon hanging low in the sky trembled, and the King of Slaughter was also startled.
Yu Xiaolie's small-scale sweep was also without any problems.
These manipulated people looked like rotting puppets, their joints twisted at illogical angles, blood trickling from their mouths...
The King of Slaughter spoke sullenly, and the blood pool at my feet rippled naturally. Looking at the flowing blood at the bottom, my heart ached so much it bled.
Yu Xiaolie narrowed his eyes. "I've long heard that the King of Slaughter can control the minds of the fallen."
That explains why I hesitated to make a move against Yu Xiaolie.
With no other choice, the King of Slaughter had to agree to Yu Xiaolie's request.
The inner city, which had originally looked fairly well-organized, was now nothing short of ruins.
Seeing that the discussion was settled, Yu Xiaolie waved his hand, and the dragon cub flew to another area, ready to continue the slaughter.
Yu Xiaolie chuckled and said:
In particular, that dragon seemed to belong to that era, as if it came from ancient times.
You must know, I am a servant of the Rakshasa God!
Many pebbles crashed to the ground, hitting several fallen individuals who managed to dodge, their screams instantly silencing them.
A strange commotion descended, and Yu Xiaolie looked up at the King of Slaughter, a hint of doubt in his expression.
My sharp fingernails dug deep into my palm, and the dripping blood turned into white smoke in mid-air. I really wanted to kill this giant dragon on the ground right now.
"madman."
"Well... none of the people who were supposed to compete with him have been killed by him yet, so he has naturally completed the so-called 100th match."
The low stone tower collapsed as if made of paper when the dragon's tail swept across it, and the bronze bell at the top of the tower fell to the ground.
Before the dragon cub could even begin its movements, clouds of dust rose, and in an instant, countless fallen people and buildings were destroyed.
"Stop, stop, stop! The 100th match has already started!"
"The rules here aren't something you can just change as you please."
Several fallen beings who were kneeling and praying nearby suddenly convulsed, their eyes rolled back, and they stood up unsteadily like marionettes.
The dragon cub ended its rampage right under the nose of the King of Slaughter, whipping its tail and unleashing another wave of bloodshed.
It's obvious that an old man stormed into his own front yard and drove away a Tyrannosaurus Rex! He's ready to tear the house apart at the drop of a hat.
The ground cracked beneath the dragon's might, with fissures spreading outwards like giant snakes.
"So, when will he open the gates of hell for you?"
Yu Xiaolie stood on the back of the dragon cub, his white hair dancing wildly in the wind, with flashes of blood-red lightning often appearing between his strands.
If left unchecked, the entire Killing City will likely be destroyed by that white-dark dragon in no time.
The enormous wings on my back expanded, casting a shadow that covered half the square.
The King of Slaughter could no longer hold back. He roared, and the sound waves caused blood droplets to fall from the surrounding ruins.
Hell Road is the foundation of the City of Slaughter, and it has remained largely unopened for centuries, simply because only a few ancient ferocious beasts exist outside, and the secrets of the City of Slaughter remain unknown.
"I don't care about your rules, I just want to participate in the 100th Killing Arena match right now."
But for some reason, when this dragon roars, my body becomes exceptionally controlled. Even in my home turf, I don't feel like I'm being ridden.
"In that case, he has no reason to stop you from indiscriminately slaughtering people outside."
The powerful sound waves caused the vegetation and city walls within a hundred meters to tremble.
I looked down at the fallen people kneeling on the ground, my eyes burning with a frightening heat.
"This is the age-old rule of the killing field. Just because of this, you slaughtered my capital city?"
He immediately roared, the sound shaking the surrounding ruined capital.
Even some people who were lying on the ground but not quite dead, as long as they still had a breath left, would drag their mutilated bodies with their hands and struggle to get up and follow along.
In the city of slaughter, there are no rules or morals; killing is a crime, but fighting is free.
The King of Slaughter suddenly changed his tone and said something.
He then chuckled sheepishly and said, "Growing old now."
Our blood flowed in thin streams, rushing through the cracks in the ground, eventually sinking into the soil and dissipating...
The King of Slaughter was speechless for a moment. I didn't mean to fob off Yu Xiaolie, but I didn't expect Yu Xiaolie's purpose to be so direct.
Then they all stood up and followed the King of Slaughter.
"Boom!"
However, my combat power is a bit limited in scope and a bit too brutal, but that's all.
"Alright, let's start the road to hell slowly."
The King of Slaughter snapped out of his daze. The bat wings on my back deftly folded and unfolded again, and I spat out a loud spit:
Yu Xiaolie sensed something was off about the King of Slaughter and asked, "What? Does he mean to follow the rules?"
Then, the dragon cub let out a furious roar that echoed throughout the entire City of Slaughter.
These usually ruthless and vicious desperados were now lying on the ground in droves, like harvested wheat.
My words were so cleverly chosen, like a hot arrow piercing the heart of the King of Slaughter.
I can certainly imagine what would happen if we let that giant dragon retreat in; I know what would happen to these ferocious beasts.
If I send that plague away, I'm afraid I'll just be the king of an empty city.
Spiderweb-like white patterns appeared on our skin, and inhuman roars emanated from our throats.
But the dragon cub would never listen to the King of Slaughter; it continued to diligently work on its small task.
"stop!"
"Cultists of the City of Slaughter, follow me to open the gates of hell!"
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