Ning Liu's gaze shifted from the distant city skyline to Bibi Dong's face.
"Going directly to the King of Slaughter is naturally the easiest way."
"but,"
Ning Liu changed the subject, a slight smile curving his lips.
"Since I'm already here, I'm quite interested in this so-called Trial of the God of Slaughter."
Xu Jiushi chuckled to himself, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.
"Well said! I also want to see just how tough the bastards in this place really are!"
Titan chimed in, "Winning every battle, that sounds exciting."
For people like them, whose very being has strength and fighting ingrained in their very bones, these simple and brutal rules are exactly what they crave.
Bibi Dong gave Ning Liu a deep look, then said nothing more.
She understood that this young sect leader had not come for the sake of results.
He wants to trample over all the rules here in the most magnificent and indisputable way.
Just then, a row of black dots rapidly expanded on the distant horizon.
"Boom..."
The dull thud of hooves approached from afar, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
There were more than ten knights dressed in jet-black armor, and the warhorses they rode were also extraordinary, with jet-black bodies and two scarlet flames burning in their eye sockets.
Every step he took left a scorched mark on the cracked black soil.
The leading knight was particularly tall, and beneath his helmet, only a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes were visible.
He reined in the horse, its crimson eyes fixed on Ning Liu and his group, and pointed the lance in its hand at them, its voice hoarse as if two pieces of metal were rubbing together.
"Outsider, state your name, or die!"
A strong sense of killing intent mixed with the smell of blood wafted over.
Xu Jiushi and Titan stepped forward simultaneously, their burly bodies like two iron towers, completely blocking the murderous aura.
However, before they could react, Bibi Dong made her move first.
She simply walked out slowly from behind Ning Liu, without even glancing at the knight, and an invisible and intangible aura of killing intent emanated from her.
The aura wasn't violent, but it carried a majesty and bloodlust that came from the depths of the soul, like a god emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The leading knight shuddered violently, and his nightmare warhorse let out a terrified neigh, pawing the ground anxiously.
The bloodthirsty eyes beneath the knight's helmet were instantly replaced by horror and fanaticism.
He practically rolled off his horse, knelt on one knee, lowered his head deeply, and his voice was filled with unbelievable awe.
"You...you're back, sir!"
"grown ups?"
Xu Jiushi and Titan exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.
Yue Guan remained quietly to the side, eyes downcast, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, a sight he had long since grown accustomed to.
Ning Liu remained calm, as if he had expected this scene.
Bibi Dong glanced down at the knight, her voice still cold: "Lead the way."
"Yes! May I ask where you are going, sir?"
The knight dared not raise his head.
Bibi Dong turned her gaze to Ning Liu, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Ning Liu stepped forward, past Bibi Dong, and looked at the kneeling knight, his tone indifferent.
"Go to the Hell Slaughter Arena."
The knight was startled and subconsciously looked up, meeting Ning Liu's clear eyes.
In those eyes, he saw no madness or bloodlust that belonged to this place, only a bottomless calm.
"this,"
Bibi Dong's voice rang out at the right moment, "It's time to activate the Hundred-Man Slaying Technique."
The knight's heart clenched painfully.
A hundred-man kill!
In this killing city, these three words represent the most insane, bloodiest, and most impossible challenge.
He had lost count of how many years it had been since anyone had dared to be so arrogant.
He glanced at Bibi Dong with awe, then looked at Ning Liu with suspicion, but ultimately swallowed all his questions.
The people this lord brought are no ordinary individuals.
"Yes! Please follow me!"
The knight immediately mounted his horse and respectfully led the way.
The group followed the band of hell knights, speeding towards the center of the hideous giant city.
...
Hellish Slaughter Field.
This is an enormous circular building, resembling the gaping maw of an ancient behemoth lying on the earth.
The air was thick with a mixture of blood, sweat, and other filthy odors, enough to make any newcomer vomit on the spot.
At this moment, the stadium was filled with deafening cheers.
Tens of thousands of fallen people crowded into the circular stands. They looked all different, some like madmen, some with ferocious faces, but without exception, their eyes gleamed with fanaticism and bloodlust.
In the center of their view, at the focal point of that huge circular arena, a battle had just come to an end.
A muscular man covered in scars had his foot planted on his opponent's chest.
His opponent's limbs had been torn off, and his chest had caved in; it was clear he was not going to survive.
"roar--!"
The burly man roared like a wild beast, grabbed his half-dead opponent from the ground, and in front of all the spectators, opened his mouth wide and bit through the opponent's throat!
Blood spurted out, staining his face red and igniting the atmosphere in the entire arena.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Tear him apart! Well done! Hahahaha!"
"Useless! You couldn't even last three minutes!"
Blood! More blood!
A deafening roar of shouts and curses erupted from the stands, a torrent of vulgar language that surged into a frenzied wave of sound, assaulting the eardrums of everyone present.
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