The group walked along the road in the inner city of the Slaughter Capital.
With the King of Slaughter personally leading the way, no one dared to provoke them, despite the fact that there were more than one stunning beauty among them.
The fallen ones in the city either cheered fanatically or followed silently from a distance. Occasionally, a few audacious individuals would cast curious glances at the figures trailing behind.
At this moment, Bibi Dong's melodious voice echoed in Su Cheng's mind.
"The entrance to the Hell Road is in the Hell Slaughter Arena, where those people fight every day. Every person who dies there has their blood and soul devoured by the Hell Road.
"For ordinary soul masters, strong killing intent is a basic requirement to enter. Without the killing intent accumulated daily in the Slaughter Capital, they would be immediately overwhelmed by the ferocity within the Hell Road.
"But with my domain enveloping you, you and that little girl will not be in any danger."
"Is it the Killing God Domain that merged with your second martial spirit?" Su Cheng raised his eyebrow upon hearing this.
"Yes," Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, a trace of gloom flashing in them.
She now knew that the Killing God Domain within the Devouring Spider Emperor had significant issues—it was impure, malevolent, and the killing intent was far from pure.
She realized she had been tricked by the Rakshasa God or specifically chosen by her.
"For soul masters who enter the Hell Road and pass the test successfully, they can condense the Killing God Domain based on their own killing intent. Unlike ordinary domain skills, the Killing God Domain becomes an innate domain tied to their martial spirit.
"If there's no deep accumulation of killing intent, there won't be a target for that murderous will to attach to, and forming a true domain skill is impossible. That's also why the King of Slaughter didn't firmly oppose the conditions earlier. Given that little girl's number of victories, it's indeed difficult for her to acquire the Killing God Domain."
"Got it," Su Cheng nodded, "After we enter the Hell Road later, I'll need you to keep a close watch. It's not convenient for me to act rashly in that place."
The Hell Road was different from the Slaughter Capital; it was closer to the core of the inheritance, with a higher concentration of divine power.
He worried that acting recklessly might attract the attention of the Divine Realm.
Though it was unlikely—otherwise, the Rakshasa God's long-term schemes wouldn't have gone unnoticed by the Asura God—caution was still advisable.
"Rest assured," Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of laughter, and she said proudly, "Your strength is indeed not weak, but don't underestimate me."
"Of course not."
The group arrived at the Hell Slaughter Arena, where the stands were already filled with spectators.
They were the fallen ones summoned in advance by the King's emissary, or rather, "sacrifices."
At this moment, they were still unaware of the fate awaiting them.
"Honored guests, please."
The King of Slaughter sneered at the surrounding spectators as he spoke, releasing circles of faint red light from his body.
Thick red mist surged out, spreading a massive aura in all directions.
Aside from Bibi Dong, Su Cheng, and the protected Zhu Zhuqing, Xie Yue and the others who weren't entering the Hell Road quickly retreated dozens of meters before stopping again.
The rolling red mist wasn't killing intent but an extremely evil and chaotic aura that would drive ordinary people insane upon contact.
The evil, cold red ripples spread rapidly, enveloping the entire arena within a few breaths.
The fallen ones on the stands appeared unusually excited, shouting the name of the King of Slaughter, evidently unaware that their lives were about to end.
In the gaze of Su Cheng and others, who were calm, shocked, or horrified, the red light completely covered the surrounding stands.
As the red mist descended, those who had been cheering wildly gradually quieted down, their eyes growing vacant, blood filling their pupils, and screams began to ring out...
They began to claw at their faces, bodies, and skin, their screams transforming from pain to pleasure, as if they were deriving endless joy and satisfaction from their brutal self-mutilation.
Skin tore, blood flowed, and even internal organs were ripped out and torn apart, as if they were partaking in a mad feast, a horrifying sacrificial ritual...
They were no longer human but mere livestock on the altar, used to open the Hell Road.
And the King of Slaughter presided over this sacrifice, praising and pleasing the deity above.
"Rakshasa God..."
Su Cheng watched the scene before him, his expression dark.
He felt no pity for these people.
It was only natural to pay for one's choices.
But witnessing living people turn into mindless beasts was still a displeasing sight.
At this moment, a sound of wind rose beside him.
Su Cheng turned to see Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickering with red light, her killing intent showing signs of agitation.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, silently easing her mental pressure.
His heart stirred, and golden light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Bibi Dong standing ahead.
That familiar fluctuation reappeared.
But at the same time, her fair, beautiful face showed some distortion, purple dark lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, and a trace of madness and excitement showed in her gaze.
"Hey!" A voice infused with soul power echoed in Bibi Dong's soul.
A warm hand rested on her shoulder.
Her body trembled slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Su Cheng frowned, worried.
A blush crossed Bibi Dong's face, and she took a deep breath, "I'm fine."
"I can't act later, so you need to stay clear-headed!"
"Sorry."
Su Cheng nodded and didn't say anything further.
The palms continued to rest on their shoulders, with the diluted innate power continuously being infused into their bodies.
Fortunately, this ritual had so far only elicited a response from the Rakshasa God's power.
If it were the Asura God's power, he would seriously consider whether to continue.
Time passed quickly, and a large amount of blood fell to the ground, pooling together like streams of crimson, flowing through inconspicuous small channels below the stands towards the center of the slaughter arena.
"To become a sacrifice to open the Hell Road is their honor," the deep voice of the King of Slaughter echoed.
By this time, the screams had gradually ceased, leaving no living being in the arena except for Su Cheng and his group.
When the blood reached the center, it didn't spread out but filled several grooves that had somehow appeared on the ground.
The blood filled these grooves, gradually forming a massive blood-red bat pattern.
In the next moment, the bat's scarlet eyes lit up, and a huge red beam shot into the sky, sweeping towards Su Cheng, Bibi Dong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
The blood of numerous fallen ones was the true requirement to open the Hell Road.
As for the preceding bloody revelry, it was merely the Rakshasa God's twisted amusement.
"Good luck," the King of Slaughter's shrill voice rang out with deep malice.
Bibi Dong glanced back at Hu Liena, then scanned Xie Yue and Yan before exchanging a look with Su Cheng, and allowed the cold, evil blood-red light to envelop her.
Under the devouring red light, Su Cheng and the others felt the ground give way beneath their feet, and everything around them quickly became illusory.
In his perception, besides the powerful killing intent and the cold, evil aura, there was also a strong spatial fluctuation.
"Inheritance grounds?" Su Cheng's heart stirred, "No, it's not the inheritance space. It's different from the Sea God's palace; it's just a subspace, far less stable and independent than the simulation from last time."
He could clearly feel the connection between this place and the Slaughter Capital.
As expected, the place they were being sent to was intertwined with the Slaughter Capital, not an independent space.
One could tell, given that many had entered the Hell Road and many had obtained the Killing God Domain throughout history.
As the inheritance space of a god, it couldn't be so easily accessible to ordinary people.
Of course, even as a subspace, it was constructed by a god. Without using innate power, it was evident that mere physical strength could not withstand the immense external pressure.
However, Su Cheng wasn't alone this time.
In the next moment, a dark red light enveloped them, and Bibi Dong's Killing God Domain, filled with profound malice, spread out, encasing the three and isolating the external pressure.
Soon after, amidst violent shaking, the surrounding blood light faded, and the three landed on a circular platform.
The platform underfoot was only about five meters in diameter, not very large, allowing the three to stand shoulder to shoulder.
Seeing that Bibi Dong and Zhu Zhuqing were unharmed, Su Cheng immediately extended his senses to survey the surroundings.
The air here was tinged with a faint blood-red hue, and beyond the five-meter diameter circular platform beneath their feet was an unfathomable abyss.
His eyes glowed faintly as he looked down, seeing only an endless dark red blood pool.
The blood in the pool was filthy and impure, exuding a dark, evil aura.
Ahead, there was a narrow path less than half a foot wide, just enough for both feet to stand side by side, leading into the unknown darkness.
This was the only path leading out from the platform.
"Zhuqing, try using your self-created soul skill to sense the aura fluctuations here."
"Okay."
Zhu Zhuqing responded, and a gentle breeze stirred around her as she employed the special technique she had comprehended after advancing her domain.
Su Cheng nodded in approval.
Bringing Zhu Zhuqing along was to let her deeply comprehend the Shura killing intent of this place.
Compared to the chaotic aura tainted by Rakshasa God's power in the Slaughter Capital, the killing intent here was purer, which should benefit her greatly.
The reason was simple: the Shura God's power here was several times denser than in the Slaughter Capital.
Under this suppression of Shura God's power, the Rakshasa God's power could hardly exert much influence.
In fact, in his perception, there was almost no Rakshasa God's power here.
Clearly, despite the strong pollution capability of the Rakshasa God's power, it still paled in comparison to the Shura God's power.
In a place like the Slaughter Capital, the Rakshasa God's power could still cling and intertwine, but here, it could only huddle in some corner.
And that place should be where Bibi Dong would receive the Rakshasa inheritance.
Just then, Su Cheng paused, seemingly seeing a captivating purple light flash in Bibi Dong's eyes on the other side.
"What's wrong?" Noticing his gaze, Bibi Dong turned her head with a clear, untroubled expression.
"Was it an illusion? Or just a reflection?" Su Cheng was uncertain.
Logically, he shouldn't have been mistaken given his keen eyesight, but apart from that fleeting light, there was nothing unusual about her; her aura was steady.
Thinking it over, his eyes gleamed dark gold again, and the trace of Rakshasa God's power within his martial spirit remained firmly blocked outside.
"Where is the source of the change in your domain? Let's move closer to it," Su Cheng pondered, "Slowly, and don't get too close."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed abruptly. The blood pool below suddenly began to boil violently.
Intense malice surged upwards, and the blood-red glow around them intensified by dozens of times.
At the same time, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, and Bibi Dong, standing beside him, trembled lightly.
"What's wrong?" Su Cheng was startled and turned to look at her.
"Nothing," Bibi Dong panted.
Her charming voice was slightly hoarse, carrying an unusual allure that stirred the flames in one's heart.
Even Zhu Zhuqing's heart skipped a beat upon hearing it, let alone Su Cheng.