Chapter 76 The King of Killing

"Great King, the Black Swordsman has completed eighty victories."

A cold female voice suddenly sounded in the dark hall.

The King of Slaughter slowly turned around. His appearance could not be clearly seen in the darkness, only a pair of blood-colored pupils glowing red in the darkness could be seen.

Unlike Shen Jianxin's eyes, which only have blood-colored pupils, the Slaughter King's eyes have no blood-colored eyes at all.

"I know, what next?"

The woman said respectfully: "Great King, according to past practice, we will send people to win over every strong player who has won more than 50 games in a row."

"Because you ordered me during the earthquake two years ago not to have any unnecessary contact with people who entered the Killing City before the day of the earthquake."

"So, except for Black Swordsman, a strong player with 80 consecutive wins, there are three people with more than 50 consecutive wins that we have not contacted."

"In the past two years, we have not had a truly strong person join us in the Killing City. I, my subordinate, feel uneasy."

The King of Slaughter's eyes glowed red: "Do you think he is a truly strong man?"

Seeing these extremely bloodthirsty eyes, the woman couldn't help but shudder: "At least he is in the killing fields of hell."

"The Black Swordsman seems to have been specially born for the killing fields of hell. His soul power is not particularly strong. It can even be said to be a little weak."

"But his physical fitness is very strong, coupled with his various fighting skills, and his crazy state during the war. When the three are combined, he should be considered among the top ten strong men I have seen over the years. By."

"If you take into account his age and plasticity, he is fully worthy of being number one."

"First place?" The King of Slaughter muttered to himself, "Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Road to Hell?"

The woman thought seriously: "It's only a matter of time before I complete a hundred games. But on the road to hell, it's hard for my subordinates to tell."

"Hmph!" The King of Slaughter snorted coldly: "There's no need to touch him."

The woman was quite puzzled: "Why? Great King, don't you want our killing city to become stronger?"

"Although we had an agreement with Wuhun Palace a thousand years ago, it's been a thousand years now. Who knows when one day they will tear up the agreement?"

"Martial Soul Palace?" The King of Slaughter snorted coldly: "There is nothing to fear from the Soul Palace. The Capital of Slaughter is protected by the Forbidden Demon Realm, and they cannot attack it."

The woman frowned and argued again with reason: "However, the great King of Slaughter, regardless of his words, my subordinates are worried that he will bring some unpredictable danger to the Slaughter City."

"After all, every appearance of a killing god is a huge crisis for our killing city."

"Isn't there such an instruction on the allegorical wall in our city of killing? The coming of the god of death will bring disaster to hell."

"In the past few times, every time the God of Death appeared, it would cause serious damage to the Killing City. If it happens again this time, I'm afraid."

"The God of Death is scary?" The King of Slaughter snorted coldly: "Aren't they just a few titled Douluo who can release soul skills in the forbidden demon realm of the Slaughter City?"

"Are they scary? Are they as scary as the gods?"

"Have you forgotten how the City of Killing came to be?"

"Is it difficult?" The woman took a breath and immediately thought of a long-standing legend.

"It is said that the Killing City is the realm left behind when a powerful soul master broke through level 100 and ascended to the God Realm."

"If this black swordsman is really connected with the legendary god, we should really treat it with caution."

The King of Slaughter said helplessly: "If this were not the case, do you think I would allow him to exist forever?"

"That's a god. How powerless he is."

"Maybe our killing city really won't exist for long."

As he spoke, the King of Slaughter slumped down on the big dark red chair with a sad face, and waved slightly to the woman.

"That's all, I'm tired, please step back. Remember, today's events cannot be spread to anyone else."

Hearing this, a trace of cruelty flashed in the woman's eyes: "Great King, since you are worried that he will become a god at level 100 in the future and destroy our killing city, then we should just do nothing."

Before the woman finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light shot out from the eyes of the Slaughter King.

The surrounding air became obviously thicker, and the strong smell of blood spread everywhere. The woman suddenly let out a sharp scream that was not like a human being, and a slightly trembling, bumpy body appeared in the corner.

"Don't think that with my favor, you can talk whatever you want."

"Do you think the inheritors of gods can really let us do whatever we want?"

"Do you really think that the body I am possessing now was one that I possessed willingly?"

"Without God's instructions, do you think I would be willing to give up everything I have to follow the old guy in a battle of spiritual will?"

"Pfft~" The woman in the corner spat out a mouthful of blood, and stood up tremblingly while holding on to the wall: "Great king, gods don't care too much about their successors. Isn't this human being you possess the most distinctive character?" An example?”

"And isn't our existence the whetstone that the gods default to?"

"The knife is not good and is broken by the whetstone. Do the gods who are above us really care?"

"For the gods, a knife that can be broken by a whetstone will most likely not be a good knife. Instead of venting your anger on the whetstone, it is better to leave this solid whetstone for sharpening. Better knives for the future.”

"Isn't it possible that the king has not heard of the story of killing donkeys and killing birds and cooking dogs?"

"If the sword of the Black Swordsman is really sharpened, then we..."

The King of Slaughter frowned. He somehow felt that the woman's words made sense, and then his tone became slightly calmer: "Then what do you think?"

The woman said viciously: "We can select some strong people to snipe the Black Swordsman in the Hell Killing Fields. As long as he dies, isn't everything over?"

Hearing this, the King of Slaughter frowned: "No!"

"You know, the rules of the Hell Killing Fields are not set by me. Powerful fallen ones with more than fifty wins cannot meet in the same game. This is God's rule."

"If this basic principle is violated, that will be the real disaster in our killing city."

Hearing that the King of Slaughter was willing to accept her suggestion, the woman smiled coldly: "Then we can snipe him under 'normal' circumstances within the rules, right?"

"We can't use the strong ones with more than 50 wins in Killing City. Don't we have collaborators outside?"

"Come to think of it, their Wuhun Palace doesn't want to see another killing god outside their control. After all, what happened many years ago caused them to lose face."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment: "Then, I'll leave this matter to you. Delay the progress of the Black Swordsman's competition. At the same time, let your underworld girls pay attention to some strong men who have slipped through the net, and achieve success in the Black Swordsman as soon as possible. Select the nine strongest newcomers before Yum wins.”

"Yes, my great king, I will obey your will."

As soon as the words fell, the woman suddenly dispersed into countless bats and disappeared into the dark hall in an instant.

After the woman left, a hint of desperate determination flashed through the bloody eyes of the Slaughter King.

"Having been afraid of gods for so long, it's time for me to test the limits of gods, after all."

As he spoke, the King of Slaughter waved his big hand, and a stream of rich dark red liquid flew out in front of him. In the darkness, in front of him was a huge blood pool filled with thick blood.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood into his belly. The blood in the Slaughter King's eyes suddenly became brighter, and two fangs were vaguely exposed at the corners of his mouth.

[Almost, as long as you completely occupy this body, you can become a god at level 100? It seems I can too! 】