"The great King of Slaughter," the woman in black veil suddenly said with urgency, taking a step forward and lowering her voice, "are we really just going to let him achieve a hundred victories and then leave this place?"
"Not long ago, we sent people to contact him several times, as you instructed, to invite him to join our Killing City and become your most capable assistant. But... he refused without hesitation! He didn't even bother to say a word!"
At this point, a hint of anger crept into the woman's voice.
In this city of slaughter, no one has ever dared to disregard the will of the King of Slaughter.
"What's more!" the woman suddenly lowered her voice again, "Great King, you also know that this Number 9191, even on days without the competition, he still wreaks havoc in the inner city! He... he's like a heartless executioner, slaughtering our people!"
"He wasn't doing it for the thrill of killing, nor was he trying to steal anything; he was simply killing! Killing indiscriminately!"
"Because of him, the entire inner city is almost a ghost town! Everyone is afraid of him and has fled to the outer city! If this continues, it will be in complete chaos!"
The woman in black veil became increasingly agitated as she spoke, unable to tolerate an outsider trampling on the dignity of the killing capital.
The King of Slaughter remained silent, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest beneath his scarlet cloak.
Of course he knew about this.
In fact, he knew about it earlier than anyone else.
He knew about it from the day after the young man named Dongfang Jing arrived.
He had observed the young man.
He moved through the dark streets like a precise hunter, each move clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.
When he killed someone, his face was expressionless and his eyes showed no emotion.
There was neither the pleasure of torture nor the excitement of success.
It's like... a cold machine, methodically executing a pre-programmed sequence.
The King of Slaughter has lived for so many years and has seen countless vicious criminals and all kinds of madmen, but he has never seen anyone like Dongfang Jing.
He initially thought that the strange mirror image was some kind of special soul skill.
But as he observed more closely, he gradually discovered that the illusory image only appeared when Dongfang Jing used his golden mirror blade martial spirit.
Therefore, it is highly likely that this is an ability of his martial soul itself, or perhaps some unknown mutation occurred when the martial soul was awakened.
The King of Slaughter was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
Such a troublesome little devil suddenly appeared in his territory, so he couldn't help but be on guard.
The first person he thought of was that one from the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong, the God of Slaughter, was well aware of the Pope's style of doing things.
But he quickly dismissed the guess.
The talent of this 9191 is absolutely rare in the world.
If we don't lock him up and train him properly, how can we bear to let him out to experience life?
Moreover, if that woman really wanted to send someone, she would definitely notify me in a grand manner, not in this way.
Could it be that one from the Haotian Sect?
The King of Slaughter (the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King) thought of another being he feared: Tang Hao.
However, the masked boy's martial spirit was not the Clear Sky Hammer.
Therefore, he was probably not sent by Tang Hao.
In this world, if anyone can truly threaten him and the killing city he established, it is only these two who have obtained the Killing God Domain.
Things are much easier if it's not one of their people.
A flash of murderous intent crossed the King of Slaughter's crimson eyes.
He had already made up his mind.
Since this kid doesn't have a killing god backing him up, and he himself isn't a true fallen one, then we absolutely cannot let him continue to live!
A madman with such bizarre abilities and who acts without any scruples is like an uncontrollable bomb.
If he continues this endless slaughter, the order he has painstakingly built will surely be turned upside down!
Moreover, we must not allow him to achieve a hundred victories, pass through the Hell Road, and obtain the God of Slaughter Domain!
This child must not be allowed to live!
...
Meanwhile, Dongfang Jing returned to his residence.
It was a dark and damp stone house, filled with the smell of mildew and blood.
This is the most common type of residence in the Killing City, as simple as a prison cell.
Dongfang Jing didn't care about this at all. He closed the stone door, shutting out all the noise from the outside world, and then sat cross-legged on the cold stone bed.
He closed his eyes, and with a thought, he entered a meditative state, his consciousness instantly entering the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors.
A familiar chill enveloped him, and his cross-legged figure was reflected in countless mirrors.
However, unlike before, he was now surrounded by a visible layer of malevolent energy, a mixture of blood and black.
This murderous aura was accumulated on him over the past six months in the special environment of the Killing City, after he had slaughtered nearly ten thousand Fallen Ones.
If it were any other soul master with a weak mind, being entangled by such terrifying evil energy would probably have already lost their mind and become a madman who only knows how to kill.
But the Eastern Mirror is different.
He possesses a hall of a thousand mirrors.
Here, he can isolate himself from all external erosion and examine and suppress this aura with the purest mental state.
He gradually refined and compressed this malevolent energy so that it would not affect his sanity.
After a long while, Dongfang Jing slowly opened his eyes.
The blood-black aura swirling around him had been forcibly suppressed back into his body.
Complete cleaning takes time and cannot be rushed.
Dongfang Jing's eyes were clear, without the slightest trace of the madness induced by the killing.
"The second trial of the Blazing Sun God: Annihilate ten thousand fallen ones..."
He muttered to himself, the contents of the divine test resurfacing in his mind.
When he first arrived here and received the "9191" identity card, he thought that there were only so many people in the entire Killing City, and he was even worried that he would not be able to meet the target of 10,000 people.
But he later learned that the ID card was issued randomly and did not represent the total number of people.
The number of corrupt individuals entrenched in the Killing City far exceeded his expectations; there were even five-figure identity tokens among them.
This relieved him and also sped up his "cleaning" process.
To date, including all the opponents he has dealt with in the Hellfire Slaughter Arena and those he has hunted in the inner city, he has killed a total of 9,900 people.
One hundred more people are needed.
If he kills another hundred, he can complete the divine test and leave this hellish place that he finds utterly repulsive, both physically and mentally.
As for how to leave, Dongfang Jing was never worried.
Although this place is strange and can suppress the use of all soul skills, it cannot isolate soul power.
As long as his soul power can still operate, he can use the power of the Hall of a Thousand Mirrors.
Whether it's a mirror image or spatial teleportation, it's enough for him to come and go as he pleases, anytime, anywhere.
However, a rather tricky situation has indeed arisen.
Because of his efficient work over the past six months, he has spent his time and energy indiscriminately killing people in the inner city, causing all the fallen to live in fear.
Those desperate criminals had organized several raids against him, and on one occasion even dispatched more than a dozen Soul Emperors, Soul Saints, and Soul Douluos with considerable strength.
But without exception, the final result was always that he turned the tables and killed them.
Over time, practically no one dared to live in the entire inner city anymore.
Those who were still alive among the fallen had all fled to the outer city.
In the outer city, however, killing people without permission is not allowed.
These are rules personally set by the King of Slaughter.
Anyone who breaks the rules will face the punishment of the King of Slaughter.
Dongfang Jing narrowed his eyes. He was no stranger to this so-called King of Slaughter.
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