"Slaughter King! Slaughter King!"
"These are our new kings!"
"They are the saviors of slaughter!"
The cheers rose like a tidal wave, crashing through every corner of Slaughter City. For countless years, this place had known only chaos, bloodshed, and survival of the fittest. Yet now, something unprecedented was unfolding—a shift so profound that even the most hardened killers felt it in their bones.
With the birth of the new kings of Slaughter City, a blood-red ladder extended from the Hell Slaughter Arena to the throne at the top of the Slaughter Hall. The ladder seemed to be formed from condensed slaughter aura itself, each step radiating a faint crimson glow. It was not merely a path—it was a symbol, a trial, and a coronation all in one.
Under Xin's trusting gaze, Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Hu Liena ascended the blood ladder together, step by step, walking to the front of the Slaughter Throne.
Each step they took felt heavier than the last. Not because of fear, but because of the weight of what lay ahead. This was no longer training, no longer survival—it was leadership. The path beneath their feet was built on countless deaths, and now they were walking it not as challengers, but as rulers.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression remained calm, but her eyes were sharper than ever, reflecting a newfound clarity. Ye Lingling walked beside her, her usual gentleness tempered by quiet determination. Behind them, Xiao Wu's steps were light but resolute, Ning Rongrong's gaze unwavering, and Hu Liena's expression thoughtful yet firm.
They were different in temperament, in strength, in experience—but at this moment, they moved as one.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Lingling held hands and sat together on the Slaughter Throne, looking down at all the people of Slaughter City.
The moment they took their seats, a powerful resonance spread through the entire city.
The accumulated Slaughter Asura Qi of Slaughter City connected with them at this moment, increasing their strength within Slaughter City by several times. Their entire aura changed, becoming very powerful.
It was as if the city itself acknowledged them.
A vast, invisible force surged into their bodies, merging with their spirits. The bloodshed, the hatred, the countless battles that had defined this place—all of it condensed into a single current of power that now flowed through them. Their presence became overwhelming, their gazes capable of suppressing even the most violent souls below.
The ascension of the five rulers of Slaughter City caused the entire Slaughter City to boil, and deafening shouts resounded.
Some cheered out of excitement. Others shouted out of fear. Many simply followed the tide, unable to resist the overwhelming momentum of change.
But beneath the noise, there was something else—uncertainty.
Could this truly last?
Could a place built on slaughter really change?
Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged glances, gathered their courage, and looked at the noisy people in Slaughter City, their voices cold and majestic:
"We are the new administrators of this city."
Their voices were not loud, yet they cut through the chaos with absolute clarity. The noise began to subside, replaced by a tense silence.
"We are not the Slaughter King."
A ripple of confusion spread through the crowd.
"The title of Slaughter King will be discarded."
This time, the reaction was stronger. Murmurs broke out, disbelief and shock evident in every corner.
"Only a place filled with slaughter, and the strongest born from slaughter, is called the Slaughter King."
"From now on, wanton slaughter is forbidden in Slaughter City. The name of the Slaughter King is hereby corrected to: King of Judgment."
The declaration fell like a hammer.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Many could not comprehend it. Slaughter City… forbidding slaughter? It was like denying the very nature of the place.
"This city will provide you with safe refuge, and you will also contribute to the strength and peace of this city."
"And all evildoers here will face judgment. What kind of crime, what kind of judgment, we will formulate and perfect in the coming time."
Their words were steady, methodical, leaving no room for ambiguity. This was not a suggestion—it was a law in the making.
"You only need to remember that your good intentions, peacefulness, and labor will earn you the protection and food of the judges, but violence and evildoers will be purged."
"This is the City of Judgment, no longer a city that condones sin!"
Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Lingling's voices made everyone in Slaughter City tremble.
It was not just the content of their words, but the authority behind them. The Asura aura, the throne, the sword above—all of it reinforced their declaration. This was not an empty promise. It was a transformation backed by absolute power.
Some resisted inwardly, their instincts screaming against the change. Others felt something unfamiliar—hope.
And the cultivation techniques and unique skills that Teacher Xin taught them now surprisingly became the best tools for judgment.
The irony was undeniable.
What had once been methods for survival in a brutal environment had now become instruments of order. Techniques designed to track, suppress, and eliminate enemies were perfectly suited for enforcing law in a city that had never known it.
Is this, then, Teacher Xin's far-reaching vision?
The thought crossed more than one mind.
Perhaps this outcome had been planned from the very beginning—not just to make them stronger, but to make them capable of reshaping the world around them.
The Hunter's Vigil, punishing evildoers.
Soul Capture, extracting souls to obtain the truth from the wicked!
In this newly declared City of Judgment, these abilities would no longer be tools of mere survival.
They would become the foundation of justice.