harleyscars Chapter 73 Hell's Killing Field
Chapter 73 Hell's Killing Field
Chapter 73 Hell's Killing Field
It was a tall man, completely wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his body slowly descended from the air, as if he were completely unaffected by gravity.
Looking at him, Chen Feng's eyes were slightly complicated. This was the first time he had seen the King of Slaughter so closely.
The founder of the Haotian Sect, who was a level 99 peerless Douluo like Chen Feng in his previous life, actually fell to this state for the sake of a godhood.
Chen Feng knew that Tang Chen had no hope of becoming a god anymore, as he had been completely parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.
And this is the King of Slaughter standing before us.
When Tang Chen was about five meters above the ground, no, the King of Slaughter stopped descending and looked down at Chen Feng from the air. His fair face was hidden under his wide cloak, so his expression was not clear.
"I'm so happy!"
His deep yet sharp voice rang out, and the hellish killing arena fell silent as everyone waited for him to speak.
"I am delighted to witness the birth of a true powerhouse in the killing arena. A hundred-game winning streak, unseen for decades, has been achieved by this young man. He has created a miracle!"
"Seven Killings Asura—, Seven Killings Asura—"
Mad shouts echoed through the hellish killing field.
With a hundred consecutive victories and a powerful yet chilling killing intent, Seven Kill Asura has completely won over all the fallen ones. Here, he has become an idol for almost everyone.
Chen Feng stood still, suddenly raised his right hand, and released his entire body with a terrifying and bloody killing aura without reservation.
The almost tangible killing intent formed a huge vortex in the air.
The vast hellish killing field, filled with countless fallen beings, fell silent under the influence of his murderous aura.
"Congratulations, young strongman."
The King of Slaughter's sharp, deep voice rang out, and Chen Feng's almost tangible killing intent was instantly reversed and compressed back into his body the moment the voice rang out.
Chen Feng's face immediately turned pale.
Beneath the wide cloak, Chen Feng saw the blood-red eyes of the King of Slaughter. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he actually saw a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Chen Feng guessed that this might be because the Asura God was hidden within him. Others might not have noticed, but Tang Chen, as a peerless Douluo who had once undergone the Asura God's test, would definitely have sensed something amiss.
However, even if he sensed something was wrong, he probably couldn't guess the reason. If the existence of the Divine Test were discovered, he, who was being possessed by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, would not be able to get along peacefully, but would instead mercilessly eliminate him.
The voice of the King of Slaughter rang out once more:
"As the champion of the hundredth match, according to the agreement of the City of Slaughter, you can choose to undergo the trial of the Road to Hell. Once you pass, you will obtain the Domain of the God of Slaughter."
"However, as the king of the City of Slaughter, I must remind you that the terror of Hell Road is beyond your imagination. If you give up now, I can still exceptionally grant you the title of God of Slaughter and appoint you as a guest minister of the City of Slaughter."
Without hesitation, Chen Feng replied, "No need, great King of Slaughter, I am willing to accept the test of Hell Road and bear the dangerous consequences it brings."
A flash of red light disappeared from the eyes of the King of Slaughter.
However, he didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned around and soared into the air, releasing a thick red mist from his body.
The immense aura and oppressive feeling forced the dust and wind to retreat rapidly, only managing to withstand it dozens of meters away.
The King of Slaughter did not exude murderous intent, but rather an aura of extreme evil, a chilling coldness that could freeze one's very bones.
The sinister red ripples slowly spread, gradually engulfing the entire arena.
All the fallen in the Hell Slaughter Arena were filled with excited anticipation, eager to see the Hell Road open.
However, they did not know that their own lives were about to come to an end as well.
Chen Feng discovered that although the red mist emanating from the King of Slaughter brought great pressure, it was not directed at him, but rather spread towards the surrounding viewing area.
The fallen ones, who had been shouting wildly, froze and stood motionless as the red mist invaded.
Soon, the entire hellish killing field fell silent, and all the fallen ones stood frozen in place, their eyes bloodshot.
Then, the first person to come into contact with the red mist began to scream in agony. In the blink of an eye, all the fallen in the killing field began to frantically claw at their own bodies.
They screamed, yet their voices still carried a hint of excited pleasure as they tore their flesh apart, blood spurting everywhere.
Even worse, some people even ripped out their own internal organs while they were still alive.
This madness will not stop until the end of life.
Chen Feng stood there, watching coldly. With such a large-scale and terrifying scene, his killing intent was also about to spread, and he had to try his best to suppress it, otherwise he might lose himself.
Blood flowed and gathered like a small river.
It's a hellish killing field, a living hell!
The Asura King stood in the void, spreading his arms as if enjoying himself.
"It is their honor to become sacrifices that open the path to hell!"
The deep voice of the Asura God rang out.
Blood gradually flowed down, pooling into a huge blood-red pattern along the grooves in the killing field floor.
Dust and wind stand in the middle of this pattern.
To his surprise, he discovered that it was a bird-like creature, though it looked rather strange and not as simple as it seemed.
What exactly is this?
Just as Chen Feng was wondering, the huge pattern suddenly began to glow.
In an instant, Chen Feng's spiritual power and killing intent were completely shattered.
A massive red light shot into the sky, blurring all senses in the surrounding area.
Only the King of Slaughter's sharp, sinister voice echoed in my ears: "Good luck on your road to hell!"
Before his senses completely blurred, he finally figured out the bird-shaped pattern; it seemed to be a bat.
"The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King!"
Dust and wind immediately made the connection.
Although the City of Slaughter is a relic left by the God of Asura, it was modified by the God of Rakshasa, and the Nine-Headed Bat King is very likely one of the contingency plans he left behind.
Under the crimson engulfment, Chen Feng felt his feet sink into the void, and everything around him became illusory.
All senses were shut down, the body was out of control, and an unknown sense of fear spread through the heart.
At the same time, the killing intent on Chen Feng's body began to gather, gradually forming a white pattern that created a protective shield around him.
If it weren't for this murderous aura, the dust storm would have been completely swallowed up the moment the blood spread.
(End of this chapter)