After achieving a hundred victories, Ling Ye did not immediately challenge the Hell Road.
He felt that his killing intent was not yet fully accumulated, and the opportunity to condense his own domain had not yet arrived.
He needs more pressure to hone himself.
So he stayed in the Hell Killing Arena, choosing to participate in more challenging melee battles, and occasionally even facing multiple strong opponents with extremely high win rates at the same time.
His name as "the messenger of the holy light" grew louder and more terrifying.
The Yellow Spring Dew held no appeal for him; he seemed to have come here purely for killing and fighting.
The atmosphere in the hellish killing field was unusually different that day.
The fallen in the stands were unusually excited and restless, and a feeling of anticipation mixed with fear filled the air.
"Have you heard? That 'God of Slaughter' is going to show up today!"
"Really? Hasn't he not participated in any competitions in a long time?"
"It's said that it was because the 'Holy Light Messenger' was too arrogant and angered that person..."
"This is going to be interesting! The 'Holy Light Messenger's' good luck has run out!"
Ling Ye stood at the entrance, listening to the surrounding discussions, his eyebrows slightly raised. "God of Slaughter"? Seems to be an extraordinary figure.
When he entered the arena, he found that he only had one opponent today.
It was a figure shrouded in a wide black robe, its face obscured, only exuding an eerie stillness like that of millennia-old ice and an intense, unyielding aura of bloodlust.
He simply stood there quietly, as if he were the center of the entire killing field, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up by him.
The cheers from the stands reached their peak instantly, then quickly subsided, turning into whispers of fear.
Ling Ye's expression turned serious.
He felt an unprecedented pressure emanating from the man in black robes!
This pressure even far exceeded that of the Contra I faced before!
It was an absolute sense of overwhelming power that stemmed from the level of life and the essence of energy!
Although their soul skills were suppressed here, the opponent's unfathomable power and terrifying killing intent were undeniable!
The bells rang!
The man in black robes moved!
Without any warning, he vanished from his spot like a ghost. The next instant, a withered, pale hand containing terrifying power pierced through space and appeared directly on Ling Ye's chest!
Fast! Incredibly fast!
It even surpassed Lingye's dynamic vision capture capabilities!
"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in Ling Ye's mind, and he dodged to the side with all his might!
*Sizzle!*
Even so, the robe on his chest was torn by the sharp wind from his fingers, leaving five deep, bone-revealing bloodstains on his skin!
A searing pain shot through him, and a dark red energy, brimming with destructive and murderous intent, swirled around the wound, frantically eroding his life force!
Asura God Power?! Although extremely weak, Ling Ye instantly recognized the properties of this high-level energy!
This man in black robes is definitely related to the Asura God's Trial!
Could it be... a projection of a wisp of Tang Chen's consciousness that has been controlled?!
Before he could think any further, the black-robed man attacked again!
It was still a simple and direct grab, slap, and chop, but each strike contained a terrifying killing intent and a trace of Asura divine power. The speed was extremely fast and the power was astonishing!
Ling Ye pushed his agility and strength to the limit to barely dodge several fatal attacks, but new wounds continued to appear on his body.
The self-healing ability of the Holy Spirit Puni Martial Soul slowed down under the erosion of the Asura God Power.
This was the first time he had been caught in such a fierce battle since arriving in the City of Slaughter, and it could even be said that he was being completely suppressed!
"Roar!" The black-robed man seemed to be getting impatient, letting out a low growl that was not human. A dark red light flashed on his body, and his speed increased dramatically again!
With a single punch, the air in front of him was compressed into a tangible form!
There's no way to avoid it!
Ling Ye gritted his teeth, concentrated all his soul power into his arms, and crossed them to block!
Boom!!!
Ling Ye was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the edge wall of the arena, instantly causing cracks to appear all over the wall!
He felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his arm bones cracked as if they were about to break!
"The Holy Light Messenger is doomed!"
"Invincible God of Slaughter!"
A frenzied roar erupted from the stands.
The man in black robes walked step by step toward Ling Ye, who was embedded in the wall. He raised his hand, and dark red destructive energy gathered in his palm, ready to deliver the final blow.
The shadow of death loomed over them in an instant!
At this critical moment.
Buzz!
Within Ling Ye's body, the long-dormant Holy Spirit Puni Martial Soul seemed to sense its master's fatal crisis and the hostile supreme divine power, and for the first time, it spontaneously erupted!
The dazzling seven holy lights burst forth from Ling Ye's body like the sun!
The sacred, majestic, creative, and life-giving primal power is released without reservation!
A blurry, enormous phantom of the Holy Spirit Puni flashed past behind him!
When the dark red Asura power encountered this pure Holy Spirit light, it was as if it had met its natural enemy, emitting a "hissing" sound, and was quickly dissolved!
"Ugh...!"
The black-robed man who was pressing closer suddenly let out a painful roar mixed with confusion, and his movements froze instantly!
He clutched his head, his body trembling violently, and the dark red energy around him became extremely unstable.
Under the holy light, the madness and killing intent in his eyes beneath his black robe vanished for a brief moment, revealing a sliver of clarity amidst endless pain and chaos.
"…Light…purification…" A hoarse, broken word was squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.
But in an instant, that sliver of clarity was overwhelmed by an even more violent dark red energy. His eyes went mad again, but when he looked at Ling Ye, there was a deep sense of fear and an incomprehensible longing in them.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Ling Ye endured the excruciating pain and broke free from the wall. He concentrated all his strength in his right fist, which was surrounded by holy light, and punched the black-robed man in the chest!
Bang!
The man in black robes was knocked back several steps, his robe ripped at the chest, revealing pale skin and a strange dark red rune underneath.
He didn't attack again, but stared at Ling Ye for a few seconds with his eyes, which were filled with madness and struggle, before suddenly turning around and transforming into a streak of black and red light, instantly disappearing into the depths of the arena.
Ling Ye knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his body covered in blood, his soul power almost completely exhausted.
The light of the Holy Spirit Puni Martial Soul also slowly faded.
That was a close call! If his martial spirit hadn't activated on its own, he probably would have been in grave danger!
Is that god-level power? Even a trace of it is terrifying!
And his own Holy Spirit Puni Martial Soul was actually able to contend with it, and even purify it?
And also, the final state of the man in the black robe...
There was a deathly silence in the stands.
Everyone was stunned by this reversal.
"The Holy Light Messenger... repelled the God of Slaughter?"
Someone murmured something, and it instantly ignited the frenzy of the entire audience!
"Messenger of Holy Light! Messenger of Holy Light! Messenger of Holy Light!"
The cheers were deafening.
But Ling Ye felt no joy.
He felt the killing intent within his body, which had become more refined after its confrontation with the Asura God's power, along with a faint trace of divine aura. He then looked in the direction where the black-robed man had disappeared.
King of Slaughter, Tang Chen... the Asura God Test...
This pool of water is deeper than I imagined.
He staggered to his feet and left the hellish killing field.
He needs to heal his wounds as soon as possible and process the lessons learned from this battle.
He had a premonition that he and that "god of death" would meet again.
And the next time we meet, it might be on the real road to hell.
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