Hearing Xin's question, Tang Chen's aged face showed a hint of confusion:
"You actually know about the Asura assessment?"
"That's right, with your talent and strength, you should have reached this stage. You are very lucky, cough cough…"
Tang Chen looked very weak, having lost a lot of vitality.
Even his breathing carried a faint tremor, as though each word cost him part of what little life force remained. Yet his eyes, clouded but still sharp, remained fixed on Xin as if trying to confirm something that defied reason.
Tang Chen continued:
"Although the Asura Demon Sword is a reward for the God Trial, the Asura Demon Sword itself carries the will of a God."
"Only those who obtain it have the chance to inherit the God Position. Furthermore, only those recognized by it can obtain the God Position. It is the true vessel and the final assessment."
His voice slowed as he spoke, not because of hesitation, but because even recalling this truth seemed to weigh heavily on him. The Asura Demon Sword was not merely a weapon—it was a judgment that decided who was worthy of divinity.
Tang Chen finally looked at Xin with a heavy gaze:
"The Asura Demon Sword has recognized you, and its affection for you far surpasses its affection for me back then. It's incredible. I must congratulate you; you have so easily obtained the entry ticket to becoming a God."
A faint trace of disbelief lingered in his tone, as though even after reaching the pinnacle of his life, he still found it difficult to accept that such recognition could be so absolute, so direct.
"I am old now, and I no longer have the life to pass its trials. For this last period of time, I must leave here to fulfill a promise. Child, you are excellent, the most excellent person I have ever seen. Are you willing to become the new master of Slaughter City? You will be the new Slaughter King, the ruler of this city of sin."
The words echoed across the ruined arena like a declaration of succession.
The new Slaughter King?
At this moment, the audience in the Hell Slaughter Arena slowly recovered from the intense shock of the previous battle, their gazes fixing on the weakened Slaughter King and Xin in the arena.
The silence that had followed the previous clash finally broke apart. Murmurs turned into exclamations, and exclamations into overwhelming chaos. Many had thought they had witnessed the peak of destruction earlier, yet what unfolded now carried even greater weight—a change in rulership itself.
Due to the fluctuations in the Hell Slaughter Arena, the Slaughterers and Terror Knights from Slaughter City's inner city also continuously poured in, wanting to investigate what had happened.
Armored figures and blood-stained killers filled the edges of the arena, their presence forming a dense, oppressive crowd. Yet none dared to step forward. All they could do was look upward, drawn instinctively toward the center of everything.
When they saw that peerless figure in the arena, uncorrupted by killing intent, the power he unleashed that even the Slaughter King couldn't contend with, and even the Asura Demon Sword following him like a fawning dog, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena erupted with the mad and fervent voices of the villains:
"Slaughter King!"
"The new Slaughter King!"
"We support the new King!"
"Slaughter City needs a new leader!"
"We need a new order!"