dmims Chapter 63 The Rock King Wreaks Havoc in Hell, the King of Slaughter's Fear
Chapter 63 The Rock King Wreaks Havoc in Hell, the King of Slaughter's Fear
Chapter 63 The Rock King Wreaks Havoc in Hell, the King of Slaughter's Fear
Looking at this place, Zhong Li felt a sense of familiarity. It was like a backup of the most original and purest form of any race or civilization.
Indeed, the already mature human world cannot accept regressing to this state, just as an adult cannot return to childhood. However, sometimes, if the blood of innocence can be preserved, it can heal the almost irreversible decay and bring about a new era.
He couldn't help but recall those distant days, the time before the jade had vanished and Qingpu had turned to ruins. Back then, the immortals didn't interact with mortals, roaming freely in the mountains and forests, so simple and yet so full of spirit.
He still remembered how Fu She laughed heartily, drinking heavily and chewing on the flesh and blood of the enemy demon god, displaying unparalleled heroism; and how Yi Xiao Dao Tian Zhen Jun, who perished alongside his enemy, was filled with such fervor.
At that time, the immortals did not have as many rituals as later generations, nor did they understand the rules and regulations of the human world. Yet, they broke through the barriers and entered, bringing a powerful surge of fresh blood to the human world, which was in crisis. It could even be said that human civilization truly matured from that time onward.
Although the humans on that land have entered an era separate from the immortals, without the leadership of the Geo Archon and the immortals, there would be no glorious and splendid Liyue civilization as we know it today.
Zhongli's divine sense quickly detected Tang San's presence within the City of Slaughter. Tang San had already begun undergoing the so-called "test" of the City of Slaughter, embarking on an endless, frenzied killing spree. Zhongli could sense that Tang San seemed far more obsessed than in the original story. Besides the increasingly deep purple aura in his eyes, which he himself was completely unaware of, the most obvious difference between him and the original character was his attitude towards "Bloody Mary."
"Another cup, please!"
In a dimly lit tavern, Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted in a shrill voice. The others in the tavern looked at him with a hint of fear in their eyes. The waiter hurriedly brought over a large jug of blood-red liquid and placed it on Tang San's table, accidentally spilling a few drops onto Tang San.
"I'm so sorry, sir, I'm so sorry!"
The slick-faced waiter immediately knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
"Heh heh. Sorry? I think you have ulterior motives. You're courting death!"
A flash of deep purple light passed through Tang San's eyes. The next instant, Tang San pulled out a hidden arrow and blasted the terrified waiter in the head, blood splattering everywhere.
"Gurgle, gurgle."
Tang San gulped down the bright red liquid in his cup, let out a loud burp, kicked the waiter's corpse aside, and strode out of the tavern.
"I feel better than ever before! How long has it been since I've experienced this kind of soul power increase? Combined with the dreams I had while sleeping, it won't be long before I reach the fifth-ring Soul King level. It's a pity there are no soul beasts here to help me advance my level."
Tang San licked his scarlet lips and said.
Zhong Li shook his head, no longer paying attention to Tang San. He flew directly towards the deepest part of the City of Slaughter, towards the center of the main city, to the palace-like building built within the City of Slaughter.
"Who is it?"
Sensing the aura deliberately released by Zhongli, a man with blood-red hair flew out of the palace, looking at Zhongli with a shocked expression.
In this place, this person can actually fly, just like me? In the history of our City of Slaughter, I don't recall ever having such a "God of Slaughter"!
Moreover, this person did not possess the familiar cold killing intent; instead, he exuded an aura of composure and peace.
The King of Slaughter was very slender; his appearance bore a resemblance to both Tang San and Tang Hao. However, his eyes and hair were an eerie dark red.
"Should I call you the King of Slaughter, or the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King?"
Zhong Li looked at the man opposite her, her amber eyes seemingly able to see through his inner self, and said.
"Who...who are you? Were you sent by that master?"
The King of Slaughter opposite him was utterly terrified. He staggered backward and asked in a slightly trembling voice.
As the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, it was originally one of the top beings in the entire City of Slaughter, almost like a divine being's servant. Ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beasts from the outside world were no match for it. Moreover, by sheer chance, it had seized the body of such a powerful Limit Douluo.
In this world, besides the true God, what other being can see through its true form at a glance?
It had always believed that it had remained in the City of Slaughter, dutifully managing its territory, and had never done anything to displease the gods. Could it be that the absence of a truly qualified "God of Slaughter" for so long had already displeased the gods?
It hadn't considered that the great one was displeased that it had possessed this body. If it hadn't received the great one's permission, how could it have done such a thing? From the very beginning, that self-proclaimed powerful human had never been favored by that great one. Forcibly slaughtering in the City of Slaughter with a level 99 strength was pointless.
It's worth mentioning that this family seems to be obsessed with the Killing City, with each member coming to "gild their resume." First, it was that person's grandson, and recently, that person's great-grandson also came, each more obsessed than the last. In its view, that kid is not far from complete depravity.
It was even considering whether to arrange for its three-headed nephew to possess this kid as well, so they could make a perfect pair.
"I wasn't sent by the person you're talking about, and I have nothing to do with him. However, I am indeed here to take over the Killing City. This place exists for a reason, but it needs some repairs."
He shook his head and said calmly.
"Take over? Repair? Hmph, what a boastful tone. Are you provoking that person?"
The King of Slaughter's tone suddenly turned hostile. Hearing Zhong Li admit that he had no connection with that person, the King of Slaughter's fear subsided somewhat. In its place, a hostility towards outsiders arose.
The Killing City, the impregnable empire I've painstakingly built up over so many years. You think you can just take it over like that?
"snort!"
A red light flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes, and a pair of blood-red bat wings unfurled behind him, emitting an extremely strong bloody aura.
"It's pitiful. You've managed the Killing City for so long, but the person behind you hasn't given you anything in return."
Zhong Li sighed softly and said. In his view, the King of Slaughter, as the agent of that being, was far too weak to manage the inheritance of the gods on his behalf.
That's right, they're just too weak. Poseidon, the Grand Elder of Seagod Island, is a level 99 Peerless Douluo with eight black and one red spirit rings. And the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, even if the Angel God himself should have perished long ago, his strength is no less than Poseidon's, also at the peak of human strength.
In contrast, consider this king of slaughter.
(End of this chapter)