"Have you made up your mind?" Tang Chen couldn't help but ask at this moment.
His voice carried both urgency and disbelief. Even in his weakened state, the weight of this decision was enough to stir his emotions. A God Position lay before them—one that countless geniuses across generations had dreamed of, fought for, and died seeking.
"I have."
Xin finally spoke at this moment, his tone calm and unwavering:
"I will not take over the position of Slaughter King. I am a teacher who educates and imparts knowledge, not one who manages criminals and villains."
His words were neither arrogant nor emotional. They were simply a statement of intent, as though he were describing something as natural as breathing.
"You are unwilling to become the Slaughter King? You should know that now even the Asura Demon Sword has recognized you. As long as you are willing to stay here, passing the Asura Nine Trials is almost a certainty. The Asura God's God Position is practically laid out before you, yet you would rather cling to the identity of a teacher?"
Tang Chen said in surprise, his voice rising slightly despite his exhaustion. In his long life, he had seen countless cultivators driven mad by ambition. Yet now, before him stood someone who could step into godhood with near certainty… and was refusing it outright.
Was this peerlessly beautiful cherry-blossom youth a fool?
Or something far rarer?
"A God Position is indeed rare, but in life, there are always things more precious than a God Position."
Xin's gaze remained steady, not shaken in the slightest.
"Moreover, although I am unwilling to be this Slaughter King, I can recommend suitable candidates to become the Slaughter King."
He did not treat the position as something sacred to be rejected or worshipped. To him, it was simply a role—one that could be reassigned if needed.
Then Xin turned around and reached out to grasp the Asura Demon Sword.
The sword, which had just been acting aggrieved and cautious, instantly reacted. The moment Xin extended his hand, it trembled in excitement, as if afraid this was a rejection—but also desperate for acceptance.
Seeing that Xin was willing to touch it, the Asura Demon Sword eagerly flew over, allowing Xin to control it.
Its once tyrannical aura completely retracted, like a beast forcibly trying to appear obedient in front of its master.
Holding the Asura sword, he commanded the demons with the sword.
At that instant, the atmosphere of the entire Hell Slaughter Arena shifted.
Even the lingering killing intent in the air seemed to pause, as though waiting for his words to define its direction.
Xin's voice echoed throughout the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, and even the entire Slaughter City:
"The old Slaughter King no longer exists; a new Slaughter King will be established."
His words were not loud, but they carried an unquestionable authority, amplified by the Asura Demon Sword in his hand.
"I am recognized by Asura and grant the citizens of Slaughter City two choices."
A ripple spread through the city below as countless eyes lifted toward the arena.
"One, the citizens of Slaughter City will compete among themselves to determine the Slaughter King."
A brutal path—one that preserved the nature of Slaughter City, letting violence decide leadership.
"Two, my disciples will jointly govern — the Nine Nether Demoness and the Hell Savior will be the new Slaughter Kings, assisted by the Adamantite Fiend, Slaughter Little Rabbit, and Hell Messenger, to jointly manage Slaughter City and rebuild its order."
This option carried a completely different meaning.
Not endless killing, but structured control.
Not chaos, but guided order under multiple rulers who understood both strength and restraint.
"Now, you each have two cherry blossoms to choose from. Choosing one complete petal represents choosing the first option, while choosing two petals represents choosing the second option. Please begin your selection."
The moment his words fell, the entire Slaughter City fell into a rare, suffocating silence—followed immediately by a rising storm of anticipation, as if the entire city was holding its breath before deciding its own fate.
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