"Have they been dealt with?"
He had just entered the courtyard when the others came to greet him.
"Yes, no problem. Just continue with the original rhythm."
Han Li replied with a smile.
"It's just that we might need to actively grab people for the recent matches, and it will take at least some time to recover."
Han Li thought of something else and scratched his head in distress.
"You don't have to worry about that, I'll take care of it."
Dugu Bo patted his chest and volunteered for the job.
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you, old man."
Seeing Dugu Bo volunteer, Han Li didn't refuse.
In the current situation, Dugu Bo doesn't need to worry about accumulating Soul Power. Subsequent breakthroughs will require him to comprehend his own Martial Soul. It's naturally best if he takes care of these complicated matters.
Spring passed, autumn came, and winter arrived. Ten months had passed since Han Li met the Slaughter King.
Slaughter City was exceptionally lively today, like a New Year celebration.
Perhaps for those living in Slaughter City, it really was similar.
There was no other reason. Today was a day worth celebrating for many people.
Because Han Li and his group finally ushered in their hundredth battle. Ignoring the forty-five people they had captured who were still paralyzed on the side, the others were moved to tears.
The Demon King was finally leaving, no, he was ascending! Their lives could finally be guaranteed.
Han Li even saw two people who had fought many times actually putting aside their grievances and standing together, talking peacefully.
"Demon King" was the unified name the people of Slaughter City had for Han Li.
Although the Spirit Hall had driven many Fallen Soul Masters into the city, exposing Han Li and his group's identities as the Spirit Hall's Holy Son and Poison Douluo, the people here were still used to calling Han Li the Demon King.
At most, they would grit their teeth and curse "Han Laomo" in secret.
The strength Han Li displayed in that battle was too overpowered, leading to no one daring to provoke him afterward. There were even some interesting things that happened later.
When some newcomers were sent in, after learning about the situation, they wanted to find Han Li, but they were directly captured by others and sent alive to Han Li's residence.
Because these old-timers were very clear that this Holy Son was very disciplined. Except for being merciless in the Hell Slaughter Arena, most of the time, as long as you didn't actively provoke him, he would at most grab you and draw some blood, and even sell you blood-replenishing medicine. Compared to other lunatics, he was much less dangerous.
Of course, that was only after he finished his battles. Otherwise, you would become one of the corpses in his match.
Perhaps because of this situation, after Dugu Bo took action to capture people a few times, the remaining powerhouses in Slaughter City couldn't sit still. They had finally survived, and they didn't want to be inexplicably captured and become battle achievements.
So, they began to actively serve Han Li.
Yes, they implemented a last-place elimination system. The unlucky ones who dragged their feet were directly sent to Han Li by others, becoming their victory counts.
In short, Slaughter City began to actively engage in internal competition in this atmosphere. They didn't have the speed of Han Li and his group in improving their strength. Thus, the combat skills of Slaughter City began to evolve.
In order not to become victory counts, they began to think and no longer fought casually. Everyone was doing their best to improve themselves in order to survive.
Then, something that surprised Han Li and his group appeared.
Although they were fighting against relatively weak people each time, there was no doubt that under the stimulation of life and death, these people's combat skills were growing at a visible rate.
In the end, the biggest beneficiaries were Han Li and his group. These sparring partners were too dedicated, they were really fighting with their lives.
This situation once made Dugu Bo and the others very incomprehensible, but Han Li silently accepted this fact after a long while. Surviving wasn't shameful.
Although the people here were a group of evildoers and couldn't be compared with normal people, he was in the same situation in his previous life. Otherwise, he wouldn't have died in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, he was now the beneficiary.
The four people beside Han Li looked at the crowd who were voluntarily sending them into the Hell Slaughter Arena, their expressions a little strange.
They had never enjoyed this kind of treatment in Spirit City and Heaven Dou City. They were really flattered. They had never regarded these people as human beings.
Han Li looked at the crowd looking at them from a distance, shook his head, and turned to walk into the Hell Slaughter Arena.
As for the forty-five people dealt with on the ground, that was not his concern. In any case, someone had already forcibly signed them up, and the Slaughter King's people would not allow them to refuse entry.
Crack—
The last person's neck was also twisted. Han Li released his right hand, watching the person slump limply to the ground. The last wisp of energy entered his body, and he also retracted the killing intent above his head, which was like a tangible vortex.
"Demon King, Demon King, Demon King..."
After a moment of silence, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena began to chant the same title, making Han Li feel somewhat dazed. The last time such a situation occurred, it seemed to be when he became the Holy Son.
"Congratulations, young Demon King, and the Demon King's Retinues."
In mid-air, a low, sharp voice suddenly rang out, causing the entire Hell Slaughter Arena to fall silent again.
"Slaughter King..."
Despite the permeating killing intent that made it difficult for them to breathe, the Fallen Soul Masters still shouted hoarsely, even more enthusiastically than when they called out to the Demon King before.
If the Demon King was the existence that reaped lives, then the Slaughter King was the cornerstone that granted them survival.
A faint smile appeared on Han Li's face as he looked at the scarlet figure in mid-air. Oh, changed from black clothes to blood-red clothes, quite concerned about image.
"Demon King's Retinues, it's time for you to enter the arena as well."
The Slaughter King's gaze turned to Dugu Bo and the others, and he indifferently ordered.
Dugu Bo and the others looked at Han Li, and only after he nodded did they walk towards Han Li in the arena.
"I am very pleased to have witnessed your hundred victories, my people, let us cheer for them again."
After speaking, he took the lead in opening his arms in mid-air, and the people below shouted again after seeing his actions.
After a while, he pressed his palm down, and the arena became quiet again. He turned his gaze to Han Li and the others: "Next, let's talk about your choices, whether you want to brave Hell Road. If you give up, I can grant you the status of guest elder, with the right to freely enter and exit Slaughter City."
His words were not directed at Han Li, but at the people beside him. Although he knew that the hope was not great, he still had to try.
"Respected Slaughter King, thank you for your kindness, but we will also choose to brave Hell Road."
The few people looked at each other and made their choice without hesitation.
"Good, I respect your choice."
The Slaughter King didn't care either, he didn't have much hope to begin with.
"Then, now, Hell Road opens."
The gloomy and sharp voice rang out again, and the people on the stands excitedly turned their gazes to mid-air. Opening Hell Road was a major event in Slaughter City, and they didn't expect to be fortunate enough to see it.
However, they did not notice that Han Li in the arena looked at their expressions with a hint of sarcasm on his face.
The reason it became a legend was because those who had seen Hell Road opened, apart from the Slaughter King and the past Slaughter Gods, had all become sacrifices.
If you like to give, then let's send you on your last journey. This can also be considered a Dungeon, and being in the same Dungeon as me, Han Li, and not even being allies, if you like to join in the fun, then you deserve to be wiped out, otherwise, I would be a little sorry for the title of Old Devil Han.
Dazzling red light and a strong bloody smell emanated from the Slaughter King, quickly occupying the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.
At this time, some people finally realized that something was wrong and turned around to escape, but unfortunately, it was still too late.
The red light formed a huge barrier, enveloping the entire Hell Slaughter Arena, and the people on the stands began to scream.
The sanity in their eyes quickly disappeared. They were clearly screaming, but their voices were still mixed with pleasure. Under the gaze of Han Li and the others, they began to mutilate themselves crazily. A scene more disgusting than slaughter appeared...
Fresh blood sprinkled on the ground and began to condense. A large amount of blood flowed like small streams along inconspicuous small pipes under the stands to the central arena of the Slaughter Arena.
Countless winding red liquids flowed into the arena like small snakes, gathering into a bat pattern on the ground beneath the feet of Han Li and the others.
"Remember your promise, Holy Son of Spirit Hall, I wish you good luck on Hell Road."
As the blood-red light flickered, a sense of devouring came. The killing intent on Han Li and the others spontaneously emerged, protecting them as they fell downwards.
It's hopeless, just wait to die, I hope I can see you again. This was the last thought that Han Li had after hearing the Slaughter King's voice.
It's fine if the mark for opening Hell Road isn't the Asura Demon Sword, but look at its means of killing people, emotions, evil thoughts, killing intent are just the appearance. If this bat can walk the path of Asura, I'll eat my hat.
Especially since Han Li was still under the gaze of the God Realm Committee, its actions, in the eyes of the gods, were no different from Rakshasa slapping Asura directly in the face.
Asura God's expression must be very interesting right now, Han Li thought in his heart.
He didn't know how long it had passed, but with a violent jolt, the perception of Han Li and the others finally recovered, and their feet felt the solidity of the ground.
The group simultaneously looked around, discovering they were on a circular platform, with murderous aura uncontrollably surging from their bodies.
"Activate the Blood Fiend Art to stabilize yourselves first."
Han Li instructed the others, then began to survey their surroundings.
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