T/N - Sorry for not updating this fic for like a month. But to make up for that mistake, I will be releasing 25 chaps of this fic this week.----In the past year, Qin Xuan had become the most dazzling figure in the City of Slaughter. It was as if he would never get hurt, never get tired, and never lose himself to the murderous aura. In just one year, he achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories in the Killing Field of Hell.
Such a terrifying winning streak completely broke the rules.
If he won a hundred games in a row and passed the Hell Road, he would break a record that had been held for nearly a thousand years, becoming the person to attain the title of God of Killing in the shortest time in the history of the City of Slaughter.
Compared to when he first arrived, Qin Xuan no longer had the vision and ambition of defeating Qianxunji, surpassing the Haotian Sect, and marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman on Douluo Continent.
The cruelty of survival had given him a new understanding of Douluo Continent.
There was a hint of coldness in his expression, and his black pupils were tinged with a layer of blood-red.
Even his body emitted a faint smell of blood.
The cold aura of killing quietly permeated the air, embodying almost all the evil in the world—bloodthirsty, brutality, and more.
This was not something he pretended to do; it was caused by the influence of murderous aura after he killed thousands of people in the City of Slaughter.
Although the Phoenix Fire could shield his body from most of the killing aura, his martial soul could not avoid it and could still affect him after being retracted into his body.
It might not be a big deal in a few years, but if this continues and the killing persists, sooner or later, he would lose his mind to the bloodlust and become a degenerate.
Fortunately, it's all over, and he was about to win his 100th consecutive victory.
In one year, his strength had improved significantly.
As early as the third month after entering the City of Slaughter, his soul power broke through the sixty mark.
Although he did not continue to improve because he did not obtain the spirit ring, according to his estimation, excluding the effect of the spirit ring on enhancing soul power, he could at least raise his soul power by two or three levels.
In about nine months, on the foundation of a Soul Emperor, his soul power increased by nearly three levels. This was unimaginable in the past.
Even the protagonist in the original novel could not have reached this level without the cheats on Sea God Island and the sacrifice of soul beasts.
This is all before he obtained the soul ring. If he acquired the soul ring and had no soul power limit, his cultivation speed would be even faster.
Soul power was only secondary. What truly made Qin Xuan gain a lot were the Zongheng Sword Technique and Guigu Breathing Technique.
Qin Xuan not only used this year's life-and-death trials to integrate the Zongheng Sword Techniques, but he was also able to perform the Hundred-Step Flying Sword and the eight-direction joint attack simultaneously, though it consumed most of his soul power.
He also utilized the Guiguzi Breathing Technique, a superior internal energy technique, supplemented by the immortal herb, the strange mushroom, and the Tongtian Chrysanthemum, to open up the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, cultivating a protective qi that even Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang in the Qin's Moon world did not possess.
It is no exaggeration to say that among people of the same level, he had almost achieved the indestructible body that Tang San in the original novel claimed could be cultivated by taking the strange mushroom.
It was nearly impossible for someone with the same level of soul power to break his protective qi.
The moment he walked out of the Killing Field of Hell, the Fallen, who were originally very passionate in the stands, suddenly quieted down. Some of the Fallen near him were afraid of offending this God of Killing and losing their heads, so they dispersed and created a huge passage for Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan had no interest in dealing with these fallen people who were lost in killing and strode away.
The Killing Fields of Hell no longer posed any threat to him.
He had slaughtered most of the masters long before his 80th consecutive victory, including many Soul Douluo and Soul Sage level masters.
They all perished under his flying sword, which could travel in all directions or across a hundred steps.
The most urgent task was to adjust his spirit, energy, and physical state to their peak condition.
Another priority was to draw a lottery on the big wheel to see if he could win something beneficial for the Hell Road.
The City of Slaughter, the center of the inner city, the tallest building.
A dark and spacious room.
The Slaughter King leaned calmly on a huge dark red skull chair made of crystal, his chin supported by his right hand, holding a bottle of blood-colored liquid in his left hand, shaking it gently, and closing his eyes to rest.
"How's that guy?" He suddenly opened his eyes, with scarlet blood flashing in them.
"Great king, the Black Dragon has just won another victory, and now it has achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories."
A cold but beautiful female voice echoed.
A charming woman in her twenties, wearing a black veil, slowly walked out of the darkness, holding a container of Bloody Mary.
It was the killing messenger who had received Qin Xuan.
"Heh," the Slaughter King sneered, "As expected. Do you think that kid can get out of the City of Slaughter?"
The woman in the black veil thought for a moment and said, "Winning a hundred games in a row shouldn't be difficult, but I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability to break through the Hell Road."
"Although fighting skills are important in the Hell Killing Field, it's different on the Hell Road. His soul power is still too low after all. If he were a Soul Saint, there would be a possibility."
"Really? Why do I remember that you said the same thing about that disciple from the Haotian Sect last time?" The Slaughter King narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his scarlet pupils.
Bang! The vessel fell to the ground, and Bloody Mary scattered all over the floor. The woman in the black veil was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. She quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, "Please forgive me, great king. I know my crime and will never dare to speak out of turn again."
"Since you know your crime, I will give you a chance to atone for it. Raise your head." The Slaughter King raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Has this day finally arrived? The messenger of Hell bit her red lips tightly with her pearly teeth and raised her head.
"From a human perspective, you are indeed quite beautiful." The Slaughter King pinched her chin through the veil.
Then he seemed to think of something, and a faint ray of blood light floated out of the Slaughter King's eyes, forming two long blood-red fire snakes.
He said something that baffled the woman in the black veil. "Don't worry, I am not interested in the bodies of human women at the moment. I want you to do something for me."
Even if it were interested, it couldn't do anything.
This body belonged to Tang Chen. The blood-red nine-headed bat king had only parasitized him for a dozen years.
The degree of erosion was far less than when Tang San would enter the City of Slaughter in the future.
It still couldn't fully control him.
If Tang Chen's body were used for that purpose, given Tang Chen's obsession with Poseidon, the same thing that happened to Tang Hao last time would likely occur again.
The woman in the black veil was startled. "Please give your orders, great king!"
"Every time the Hell Road opens, it brings great disaster to the City of Slaughter. This king does not want something like last time to happen again."
The woman in the black veil was relieved when she heard this. "Great King, I will contact the Black Dragon right away."
As she spoke, she picked up the utensils from the ground and was about to walk out of the dark room.
The Slaughter King called after her, "Wait."
The woman in the black veil was startled and stopped walking. Then she heard the Slaughter King say, "If necessary, you may offer your body."
"Great King, what if he doesn't agree?" The woman in the black veil looked gloomy, struggled internally, and asked hesitantly.