On the Asura Blood Sword, which was suffused with a scarlet color, a strange aura was faintly revealed, as if it were whispering, and as if it were mocking the absurdity of this world.
The King of Slaughter, the existence that controlled all the power of life and death in the Slaughter City, his gaze was deep as he watched the blood-colored world below, the corner of his mouth hooking into a playful smile.
"Tang San, oh Tang San, you really haven't disappointed me. Your heart has been twisted to the extreme, yet you are so firmly walking on the path you believe to be correct," the King of Slaughter's voice was low and hoarse.
He casually squeezed his palm, which drew a charming low moan. A delicate and small figure just like that easily fell onto his body. Compared to his burly self, this enchanting and charming maidservant, wearing a black veil, appeared so weak and helpless.
But there was not the slightest bit of fear in her eyes. On the contrary, it sparkled with an indescribable fanaticism and loyalty, as if she could offer everything for the man before her.
Of course, it was also true. In this chaotic Slaughter City, the relationship between the King of Slaughter and this maidservant was self-evident. This maidservant had also obtained a huge status because of this.
"Master~ is number 8847 so highly regarded by you? I recall when he first entered here, he was so taciturn, with a look of keeping strangers away. This slave even thought he was a rock. Now, he is extremely bloodthirsty and debauched."
The maidservant's voice was soft and charming, carrying a hint of teasing and amusement. Her fingers gently slid across the King of Slaughter's solid chest, a trace of cunning flashing in her eyes.
Hearing this, the arc on the King of Slaughter's mouth lifted even more, a trace of amusement and expectation flashing in his eyes. "Oh? Is that so? Then that's even more interesting. Watching him fall into this blood-colored abyss step by step, stained with sin—this kind of transformation, isn't it precisely the ultimate beauty we pursue?"
He gently patted the maidservant's plump buttocks, signaling for her to get up and go to the place she should go. Then his gaze once again turned to the battlefield that was shrouded in a blood color.
"Mmm, my lord... that ability of his, we... ahem... glug... do we really not need to restrict it?"
The King of Slaughter chuckled lightly and stroked the maidservant's beautiful hair. "Restrict? Why restrict? Here, power is everything. The stronger the ability, the more one can survive in this Slaughter City. Tang San's ability is his own, and it is also his capital here. We just need to quietly observe and see how he uses this power to stir up what kind of waves in this blood-colored world."
"Let's not even talk about him being the son of that Slaughter God. Just this lonely Slaughter City needs such a person. These degenerate soul masters have been participating in the slaughtering fields according to the minimum time limit for a long time. How can it be that the underground Bloody Mary does not get replenished? And how can this Slaughter City do without slaughter?"
Hearing this, a trace of understanding flashed in the maidservant's eyes. She nodded like she was pounding garlic, her speed very fast.
And on the side, a red light flashed and disappeared in the Asura Blood Sword. As the weapon of the Asura God, for it to be placed in the Slaughter City had another layer of meaning, which was to screen for possible god-seat successors. In the depths of this sword was also the consciousness of the Asura God.
It was just that now that Tang Chen had been possessed by a bat, the divine trial had been terminated for a long time, and the Asura God had not paid attention for a long time. When the next qualified successor who could cause a change in the Slaughter City and whose character and potential all met the requirements of the god-seat appeared, the Asura Blood Sword would have a sense and would release a weak divine sense, trying to guide this possible successor.
This was a means for him to influence the Douluo Star when his true body could not descend. It was also exploiting a loophole in the rules of the Divine Realm.
Involving a successor, a divine trial ground, a divine weapon, etc., this law enforcer could all make an issue of it.
Of course, the selection of another god-seat successor lay in the acquisition of the Slaughter God Domain. This was the key to opening the Asura God's trial.
"Number 8847, Tang San is truly interesting. Twin martial souls, a mutated Blue Silver Grass. Extreme, paranoid, and even a twisted adherence to the principles he has established in his heart. Regardless of right or wrong, he only cares about what he thinks in his heart, the dogma in his heart."
"If he can successfully obtain the Slaughter God Domain, it would be very good for him to be my next successor," through the weak divine sense of this Asura Blood Sword, the Asura God was silently evaluating Tang San in his heart.
"Wait, what is this?" The Asura God's brow furrowed tightly. His divine sense pierced through the void and saw the structure within Tang San's body. "A soul ring has turned into a meridian!? This strange phenomenon of a soul ring fusing with a meridian is something even I have never seen before."
"The body structure of this son is actually contrary to the common sense on the Douluo Continent. It is truly puzzling," the Asura God's heart was filled with surprise and curiosity. He continued to investigate deeply.
"Could it be... because of his mutated Blue Silver Grass martial soul? Or is it because his extreme and paranoid personality has caused his body to also produce some kind of mutation? No, this is definitely not just the influence of his martial soul or personality. There must be a deeper reason behind this."
The Asura God murmured to himself, his divine sense roaming within Tang San's body. "There is still one soul ring that has not changed. Why is this? Is the hidden danger path at his thigh a failure of his experiment?"
"No, that's not right. This thing is definitely not from this fellow's handiwork. His martial soul does not have that ability. Has something major happened in the outside Douluo Continent? What's going on with this cultivation method?"
His divine sense descended into the Slaughter City and began to collect information on the events that had occurred in the outside world during this period. Soon, he had learned some things about the cultivation method created by Lin Feng.
"Such an existence is unbelievable. Is it a product that is still in the experimental stage? But, Tang San, who has obtained a Soul Vein, logically speaking should have no reason to come here. Mmm, I forgot about his martial soul, devouring and slaughter."
"That Lin Feng, should I go and test him out? But, to be able to so selflessly contribute his own research results, can his character be okay? Kindness is the thing that a law enforcer of the Divine Realm, the Asura god-seat, needs the least. The way of the Asura is about the ultimate slaughter and decisiveness. Kindness will only become a restraint."
"A law enforcer cannot be swayed by others' will. To be clear about what one thinks in one's heart, to strictly abide by the law, and to enforce the law impartially is what should be done. However, it's not impossible to give it a try. When the Slaughter God Domain is possessed by someone again, I can also take the opportunity to send down a wisp of divine sense to follow to the outside world."
"The twin martial soul Tang San, and Lin Feng, which one would be better... what about Tang Chen?" This wisp of divine sense looked at the Tang Chen who was possessed by the blood-red nine-headed bat king, who was at this moment letting himself go with the maidservant.
"Tsk, what a pity... that damned Rakshasa, hmph!"
This voice gradually became low and went away. The scarlet light of the Asura Blood Sword was no more.
At this time, Lin Feng had deliberately not announced the Ring Condensing Method and the Meridian Shaping Method, which allowed a soul master to self-condense a Soul Vein. Especially the Ring Condensing Method. If the Asura God were to learn that humans could self-condense a soul ring, I'm afraid he would not continue to observe as he was now, but would directly go to investigate Lin Feng.
Tang San did not know that his actions, his every choice, were invisibly resonating with the power of the Asura God. His madness and distortion in this Slaughter City were precisely the "extremity," "persistence," and "purity" that the Asura God valued.
The so-called extremity referred to the recklessness and complete self-release that Tang San had shown in the Slaughter City. His pursuit of power was unscrupulous, and his cruelty to his enemies was without reservation. This extreme style of doing things was precisely the posture a strong person should have in the eyes of the Asura God.
And persistence was reflected in Tang San's adherence to his own beliefs. Setting aside right or wrong for the time being, he firmly believed that the concepts he had established in his heart were correct and consistently followed them.
Of course, there was also a characteristic on his body that the Asura God liked very much, and that was his double standard. It was the completely different, and even self-contradictory standards and attitudes that Tang San displayed when facing different situations and characters.
A unique code of conduct is a character that a god must possess!
"Hoo—"
The King of Slaughter let out a comfortable sound. The maidservant looked at him charmingly. "Master, this Tang San is killing so quickly. Is he really thinking of hitting a hundred wins in the shortest time and getting the title of Slaughter God?"
"No matter. Let him kill. A large batch of degenerate soul masters suddenly poured in a few years ago. Although the number has decreased during this period, the total number is still a little too much. It's also good for them to return to the energy needed by the Slaughter City."
Outside the Hell Slaughtering Fields.
Tang San dragged a hapless fellow to the registration office. His mood was a little bad. Recently, the number of people who proactively challenged him to a battle had become fewer and fewer, which had slowed down his pace of hitting a hundred wins.
In this place where soul skills and soul power were forbidden, he, who possessed the Eight Spider Lances and hidden weapons, was simply like he had cheats. The battles in the slaughtering fields, for him, had almost become a monotonous repetition.
To kill the opponent, and then to suck the opponent into a dried corpse. Or to be ganged up on by the opponent. When his state was not good, he would kill one of them, suck them into a dried corpse to quickly recover his injuries, and continue to suck the others into dried corpses.
This was simply an undying demon.
Especially when he was doing this kind of thing, the intoxicated look on his face had made his reputation quickly spread. Many degenerate soul masters were terrified of him. Some people had even begun to privately call him the "Asura King."
He stood at the registration office, his gaze cold as he swept over the surrounding crowd, as if looking for his next target. Soon, the corner of his mouth lifted.
"What are you hiding there for? Your time limit should be up. You should be coming to participate in the slaughtering fields today, right?" He slowly walked towards a certain direction, the eight spider lances behind him flowing with a strange red light.
"No, don't come over! I'll wait for the next match, the next match!" a figure ran out from the darkness, screaming in terror, trying to escape this existence he regarded as a demon.
But Tang San's speed was how fast? In an instant, he had blocked the person's path, his tone sinister. "Since you've come, why be in a hurry to leave?"
"Asura King, you... you spare me. I... I'm just a small character. I'm not worth your move," the person trembled, almost crying.
Tang San sneered coldly, not paying attention to his plea for mercy. "Cry? Crying also counts towards the time. The next match? The next match is still me!"
"I... I'll fight you!" Rather than being sucked into a dried corpse by the other party, it was better to just die now.
"Pfft—"
The Eight Spider Lances pierced through his body. Gurgling fresh blood flowed up the Eight Spider Lances, making Tang San's entire person feel a pleasure as if he were about to ascend. His face was full of a pathological smile, his hoarse voice carrying an extreme excitement.
"To become a deceased under my hand is your honor!"
"As a stepping stone for me to climb to the peak, to be able to pave the way for me with your life is the greatest value of your existence!"
Tang San's words were like ice, making the people in the distance feel a bone-piercing chill. His eyes were full of indifference and cruelty, as if in his eyes, the lives of these degenerate soul masters were not even as good as the dust under his feet.
"Ah—"
What an intoxicating feeling. He licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile.
So much qi and blood power and soul power. This Slaughter City is simply my own slaughterhouse. Why didn't I choose to directly devour living beings with my Eight Spider Lances back then?
But it's not too late now. When I get out, there will be more soul masters waiting for me to devour. Their soul power and qi and blood are all my nourishment. Spirit Hall, which has already chosen the path to death, and those who are attached to them, all have chosen the path to death!
The Star Luo Dai family, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and the Clear Sky Sect are also on the list for liquidation!
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In Spirit City, after confirming the feasibility of creating a skill route in a soul beast's body relying on a soul core to replace the Soul Veins, Lin Feng and the Snow Empress had temporarily not chosen to implement it. This project was more complex than they had imagined.
Firstly, the essence of a soul core and a Soul Vein were completely different. A soul core was the predecessor of a soul beast giving birth to a soul bone. It itself contained vast energy and soul power and was the center of a soul beast's energy.
And a Soul Vein was a channel for power to flow within a soul master's body, responsible for transporting soul power and nourishing the body.
In Lin Feng's view, rather than choosing a soul core to become a soul beast's Soul Vein, it was better to open up another route, to have the soul core act as a storage for energy, complementing the Soul Vein.
In this way, a soul beast could not only possess a powerful energy reserve but also maintain the unobstructed flow of its Soul Veins, making the circulation of soul power even smoother.
At the same time, because of the matter with the sword, the Snow Empress had also temporarily put this matter aside and instead sought more time to allow Lin Feng's Hanguang to fuse with her Emperor's Sword, to comprehend the mysteries of the Ice God's foundation.
During this period of time, Lin Feng had basically been living a life of cultivating and exploring the foundation of a god-seat.
The rest of the time was to digest the comprehension brought by the thunder tribulation. In the thunder tribulation, he had absorbed the power of wind and thunder, the elements of light and darkness, along with the space element, into his body.
The two, light and darkness, under the effect of the two qis of yin and yang, had been fused and no longer manifested externally.
And the two, wind and thunder, were manifested inside his Innate Treasure Pearl, interlinking with his five-element soul power. If one were to look inside his Innate Treasure Pearl in his dantian at this moment, it would be a soul-stirring sight.
The five-element soul power was like five colorful rivers, slowly flowing within the Innate Treasure Pearl. They intertwined with each other, yet were also independent, forming a subtle balance. And the power of wind and thunder was like two mad dragons, shuttling between the five-element soul power, sometimes roaring, sometimes whispering.
The remaining space element from the seven-colored elemental tribulation was taken into his right leg by him. At this time, Lin Feng had long been able to self-condense a Soul Vein and was also able to place a specific energy in another part of his body.
As the intended location for his eighth Soul Vein, the meridians at his right leg had been reshaped by Lin Feng in a unique way. The space element here seemed to have found a home, perfectly fusing with his body.
Whenever he mobilized this power, his right leg would seem to have a strange connection with the surrounding space, allowing him to perceive the subtle fluctuations of space, and even to a certain extent, to twist space, achieving the effects of teleportation and even a space lockdown.
The power of space was an existence that humans could not touch. The laws of space, to a certain extent, as the apex of the Douluo world, could not be touched by non-gods.
A Limit Douluo could only comprehend its existence and couldn't even touch it.
For Lin Feng, who had shaped a demigod's body, at this time, he had undoubtedly already reached the strength of a god.
His soul power level was even more so rapidly increasing. The lingering grace brought by the thunder tribulation seemed to have not receded. Around him, one could even sometimes see a faint white airflow. That was the substantial manifestation of the primordial qi of heaven and earth.
At the same time, after reaching this step, he had not chosen to be complacent. Following the established order of shaping his Soul Veins, nine Soul Veins were now no longer able to satisfy him. The five organs of the human body, the four poles of the human body...
Now, he had set his sights on the spinal column. This was also a place he had mentioned with Bibi Dong before. Bibi Dong's twin martial souls, how to shape the Soul Vein of the other martial soul—this was the new research institute.