Since Chen Yuan arrived in the City of Slaughter, three months had passed in the blink of an eye.
Now, he had achieved twenty-four victories in twenty-four battles in the Hell Killing Arena, becoming a rising star in the City of Slaughter and earning the nickname "Devil."
However, the greater his fame, the fewer people were willing to duel him. As a result, it took longer and longer for him to gather enough participants for a match.
The rules of the Hell Killing Arena were simple: for every victory, one could live in the City of Slaughter for a year. Otherwise, one had to contribute Bloody Mary to earn the right to survive in the city.
Generally, those in the outer city survived by contributing Bloody Mary. They only grew weaker and weaker, never knowing when death would come. Those in the inner city, on the other hand, survived by winning in the Hell Killing Arena. A single victory allowed them to live lavishly for a year. Few were willing to risk their lives daily by participating in duels.
Now, it took at least three to five days for someone desperate enough to join a duel, only to end up as another victim under Chen Yuan's sword.
This significantly slowed Chen Yuan's progress toward achieving a hundred consecutive victories, but he had no choice but to wait patiently.
When there were no matches, Chen Yuan would meditate and cultivate. Unlike others who indulged in their desires, he refused to let himself fall into the same depravity.
By suppressing his inner urges and maintaining mental clarity through meditation, he kept his mind sharp. Although the efficiency of cultivation in the City of Slaughter was greatly reduced compared to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, staying mentally clear was crucial for controlling his killing intent and obtaining the Slaughter Domain.
Even with his head spirit bone and the effects of the Autumn Dew Elixir, he never allowed himself to indulge. As a result, he had maintained an exceptionally high level of control over his killing intent. It was always him controlling the killing intent, never the other way around.
A rising star like Chen Yuan naturally drew special attention. Deep within the City of Slaughter, in a cold, dark room, sat the King of Slaughter on a crystal-embedded throne.
The King of Slaughter was a tall, sinister-looking man. He held a cup of Bloody Mary in his hand as he listened to a maid report on Chen Yuan's progress.
At the end of her report, the maid summarized, "Great King of Slaughter, based on Subject 9510's strength, there is a high probability that he will achieve a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Killing Arena within the next one to two years. If he then challenges the Road to Hell, our City of Slaughter will face another calamity."
To open the Road to Hell, a blood sacrifice was required. Each sacrifice would result in the deaths of thousands of the city's residents, a significant loss for the City of Slaughter. This was the first issue.
If the challenger successfully navigated the Road to Hell, the energy accumulated over decades or even centuries within the Road to Hell would transform into the challenger's Slaughter Domain. This would be a devastating loss for the City of Slaughter. This was the second issue.
Moreover, every additional Slaughter God who could come and go freely from the City of Slaughter posed a significant threat to the King of Slaughter's authority. Within the Slaughter Domain of a Slaughter God, anyone could use their spirit abilities.
The King of Slaughter was powerful, and his enforcers were strong, but if faced with a large number of powerful opponents, even they could be at risk of death. This was the third issue.
Considering all these factors, the King of Slaughter was unwilling to see another Slaughter God emerge from the City of Slaughter. Although this went against the will of the Asura God, who desired more Slaughter Gods as potential successors, it would harm the interests of the King of Slaughter and the City of Slaughter.
A cold smile appeared on the King of Slaughter's sinister face as he took a sip of Bloody Mary and said, "The Devil who wields a sword—that sword is the Seven Kill Sword. A successor of the Seven Kill Sword would never come to the City of Slaughter for refuge. His goal is a hundred consecutive victories and the Road to Hell. However, our City of Slaughter cannot endure another calamity. Quietly spread the word: no matter the method, whoever kills Subject 9510 will earn a spot in the next selection for the enforcer team."
Joining the enforcer team meant becoming a direct subordinate of the King of Slaughter, gaining the ability to use spirit abilities, and earning the right to reside permanently in the City of Slaughter with significant authority. This was an irresistible temptation for the city's residents.
For a rising star like Chen Yuan in the Hell Killing Arena, the King of Slaughter was unwilling to take direct action, as it could bring great trouble. After all, the Hell Killing Arena was a place to cultivate Slaughter Gods. The best way for the King of Slaughter to eliminate a potential Slaughter God was to incite other fallen souls to surround and kill him, as it also aligned with the rules of the Hell Killing Arena—the winner takes all, and the last one standing gains everything.
As the King of Slaughter finished speaking, the maid shrouded in black gauze lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "Great King of Slaughter, I will carry out your orders. However, Subject 9510 is not easy to kill. Among the other fallen souls, it is difficult to find a match for him. Moreover, he possesses a strange ability—blades and swords seem to pass through him as if he were an illusion. So far, no one knows how this ability works or its limits. I urge the King of Slaughter to make early preparations."
Hearing this, the King of Slaughter's eyes turned dangerous. He replied indifferently, "You only need to carry out the orders. No one is unkillable, and Subject 9510 is no exception. If he wants to challenge the Road to Hell, he must achieve a hundred consecutive victories. Under repeated sieges, his strange ability will eventually be exposed."
"Furthermore, even if he achieves a hundred consecutive victories, I can delay him indefinitely, using the excuse of insufficient materials. I am not refusing to open the Road to Hell for him—I simply cannot do so at the moment due to a lack of materials."
"As compensation, I will bestow upon him the title of Slaughter God in my capacity as the King of Slaughter, granting him permanent residency in the City of Slaughter and the freedom to come and go as he pleases."
"He can leave and return as he wishes, but he should forget about obtaining the Slaughter Domain. Even with his strange ability, he can only protect himself. He poses no threat to me or the City of Slaughter."
The King of Slaughter was indeed clever. Since Chen Yuan did not pose a significant threat to him, he had no intention of willingly opening the Road to Hell. Each opening of the Road to Hell and the emergence of a Slaughter God would deplete the City of Slaughter's resources. The King of Slaughter, who viewed the city as his personal domain, would not easily allow this.
The maid in black gauze respectfully praised, "Great King of Slaughter, you have successfully led us in avoiding another calamity for the City of Slaughter. Every resident of the City of Slaughter will sing praises of your greatness..."
(End of Chapter)
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