Chapter 89 — The King of Killing and the Hell Road
"Congratulations, young Shura King."
Voices came from all directions, gradually merging into one, and resounded throughout the entire hell killing field.
"King of Killing."
"King of Killing."
"King of Killing."
The fallen in the spectator seats cheered again, and the atmosphere soared to the extreme.
Because they all saw it.
In the air above the hell killing field, a scarlet figure descended from the sky until he was suspended one meter above the ground.
He was tall, his entire body wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak, floating motionless, with no detectable soul power fluctuations.
"You are the King of Killing!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice hoarse.
"I am very pleased to be here today to witness the birth of another killing powerhouse."
The scarlet cloak was lifted, revealing an extremely pale and strange face, with blood in the pupils, as if filled with endless murderous aura.
"Especially you, Shura King, completing the hundred killing trials in such a short time — you are the first since the founding of Killing City."
"So can I enter the Hell Road?"
Tang San asked.
The Killing King was stunned.
Hell Road?
"Oh, no."
His eyes bloodshot,
"I can directly grant you the title of Killing God. From now on, you can travel freely within Killing City."
"How?"
As soon as the words fell, the whole hell killing field exploded with fanatical shouts again.
"Killing God."
"Killing God."
"Killing God."
Countless fallen shouted wildly, their eyes burning with madness and worship.
The Killing King was their ruler.
Every Killing God was their belief.
Because each Killing God rose from among them.
It was a goal they believed they could reach.
"Young Shura King, do you feel it?"
"My people tremble before your power and terrifying murderous aura. Do you feel it?"
"Celebrate!!!"
The Killing King's voice seemed magical.
The atmosphere of the Hell Killing Ground surged to a climax once more.
"No, I still want to walk the Hell Road."
Tang San said firmly.
This was what the man who saved him had told him. Only by passing the Hell Road could he grow stronger and avenge his father.
"Are you sure?"
The King of Slaughter's laughter stopped.
A dark light flashed in his blood-red eyes.
The Hell Road was perilous, yet full of opportunity.
Only those who survived it
were qualified to gain the favor of the Shura God and inherit his throne.
"Of course. Let's do it by the rules!"
Tang San looked at him with determination.
"Okay."
"Then I will grant your wish!"
After those words, the King of Slaughter hovered in the air once more.
Circles of blood-red halos burst from his body,
turning into a thick crimson mist that spread around.
Throughout the process,
the cheering fallen people only grew more frenzied.
Under the blood-red mist's influence, they seemed to be on some stimulant, their madness and passion escalating.
Their shouts grew louder and louder.
Until one fallen had his throat broken, blood spurting out.
More fell with their eyeballs swelling and bursting,
their eye sockets grotesquely bulging.
Finally, one died.
The fallen screamed, then clawed and bit themselves until their skin peeled, blood gushed, and organs were ripped out alive.
More fallen experienced the same horrors.
They seemed fearless, relentlessly tearing themselves apart until death.
At that moment, Tang San finally understood why no one among the fallen ever mentioned the Hell Road.
It was truly a road paved with corpses.
Because those who saw it
were already dead.
Or,
had become sacrifices before the Hell Road opened.
Blood flowed like rivers down from the spectator seats, converging at the center ring of the killing field.
Tang San's feet were soaked in blood.
On the killing field, a faint light glowed, absorbing the gathered blood and gradually forming a bird-shaped pattern.
Tang San's pupils suddenly constricted.
At this moment, he seemed to understand something and recalled the man who saved him that day.
On his blood-colored armor,
there was also this bird-shaped pattern.
So he was the Shura God!!!
Tang San's heart churned, but after careful thought, he felt relief.
That was right.
Except for the high and mighty gods,
who else could have saved him after he had been dead for days?
Who else could have helped him break through so many layers in such a short time to reach Super Douluo spirit power?
Only after the blood-red bird-shaped pattern completely enveloped Tang San,
the grim voice of the King of Slaughter echoed in his ears:
"Hell Road, open!"
…
Hanhai City.
The largest city in the western Tiandou Empire,
Hanhai was also the greatest coastal port city on Douluo Continent.
It bore the vital responsibility of facing the Nine Star Sea.
As Qin Chuan approached, the salty fishy scent filled the air.
At the city gate, a soldier tried to stop him for inspection.
Qin Chuan tossed a token and said,
"Prepare the best ship for me. It needn't be large, but must be sturdy."
The soldiers guarding the city were stunned.
But upon seeing the token, their expressions turned serious.
"Your Majesty, understood."
Your Majesty?
The King of One Word!
This was Qian Renxue's designation to grant Qin Chuan official status, making his travels much easier.
One word on one shoulder.
His rank was nearly equal to the Emperor of Tiandou.
When this news spread to the court, many ministers opposed it.
But after Qian Renxue had slaughtered so many in the court, her absolute authority was unchallenged.
And everyone saw what Qin Chuan had accomplished.
Thus,
the ministers merely voiced perfunctory opposition and dared not persist.
So naturally, Qin Chuan became the King of One Word.
As he entered Hanhai City, the city guards had already prepared a ship.
Qin Chuan only needed to find lodging for the night.
…
The next day.
At the city's pier.
The salty sea breeze was humid, flags fluttered, and hundreds of ships bustled in the harbor.
"My lord, here is the ship you requested."
The soldier pointed at a passenger ship moored by the shore.
Qin Chuan looked up.
It was almost brand new, its entire hull painted in black iron, looking very sturdy.
The sails hung halfway down.
But the three bold black characters on the hull were still faintly visible:
Sea Devil.
Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.