章節 90: Hell Road!
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Along with the call of the King of Killing, the gazes of countless fallen ones were cast in his direction.
Under their watchful eyes, the entrance to that section of the Hell Killing Arena slowly opened, and the figure of Fang Yuan came into view for everyone.
At this moment, Fang Yuan was not wearing the casual robes of the outside world but instead had put on the vermillion battle armor he used to wear when battling in the Hell Killing Arena.
His black hair flowed behind him, and he wore jet-black gloves, giving him the appearance of someone who was not going to a ceremony but to fight.
However, no one in the crowd had any doubts because, to them, this attire was the most familiar look for Fang Yuan.
The appearance of the Killing Asura who had achieved a hundred victories in the Hell Killing Arena!
"Killing Asura! Killing Asura! Killing Asura!"
The shouts left the throats of the fallen hoarse, but they showed no signs of stopping. For them, both the Killing Asura and the King of Killing were objects of nearly fanatical worship.
"Killing Asura!"
The King of Killing looked at Fang Yuan, raising his hands as if he were embracing Fang Yuan from the heavens, like a bloody angel descending from the sky to bestow supreme authority upon Fang Yuan.
"From this day forth, you will bathe in the bloody glory of the Slaughter City and become the Holy Son of my Slaughter City. Do you accept?"
"I accept!"
Fang Yuan raised his head proudly, looking up at the King of Killing with a determined expression on his handsome face.
"Killing Asura! Killing Asura! Killing Asura!"
The cheers of the surrounding fallen ones grew even louder. As Fang Yuan uttered his acceptance, a boundless blood-red light suddenly burst forth from the King of Killing in the sky.
The vast aura made countless people tremble. Even the four women on the distant platform turned pale under its pressure. Even Fang Yuan frowned slightly, feeling the immense pressure.
He could sense that the aura emanating from the King of Killing was not just murderous intent but an extremely evil aura, a bone-chilling cold that would freeze one's marrow.
He had felt this murderous intent before.
It was on the day when he achieved a hundred victories in the Killing Arena, the day when the Twin Gods' Divine Trial descended together!
Indeed, the aura released by the King of Killing now was exactly the same as the aura that descended on that day, only weakened countless times.
Bloody, evil, and cold! It was as if two entirely different yet eerily similar forces were forcibly kneaded together.
Fortunately, this aura from the King of Killing was not directed at Fang Yuan but towards the spectators on the surrounding platforms.
The fallen, who had been cheering wildly, gradually fell silent as the red light descended onto the viewing platforms. Their expressions gradually became vacant, and then slowly turned bloodshot.
In just a few breaths, the blood-red light released by the King of Killing formed a massive barrier over the entire Hell Killing Arena, and those fallen ones enveloped within the blood-red barrier let out horrifying screams!
Under the influence of the red light, the fallen ones seemed to go mad, desperately clawing at their own faces, bodies, flesh, and even their innards...
It was a nauseating scene, and Zhuyun and Zhuqing on the platform widened their eyes, their expressions filled with fear. Hou Yun turned pale and leaned aside and retched!
Fang Yuan remained expressionless. Having witnessed countless gruesome scenes within the City of Killing, he was no longer moved by such scenes.
As the fallen engaged in self-inflicted violence, blood splattered on the ground, forming a small stream that flowed along countless grooves on the Hell Killing Arena, converging into various small holes beneath the fighting platforms. Finally, it formed a huge bat-like pattern on the ground.
In the next moment, a red light shone from the eyes of that bat, shooting up into the sky!
The dazzling red light gradually condensed into a deep, dark passage in the midst of the red light, appearing right in front of Fang Yuan.
"Holy Son."
The King of Killing looked at Fang Yuan and said, "Come on!"
"Alright."
Fang Yuan took a deep breath, and under the gaze of everyone, he stepped into the dark passage.
On the high platform, Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Yun, and the others gently clenched their hands, their eyes filled with tension and worry.
Their feelings toward this man who had forcefully occupied their bodies and minds were extremely complicated.
Were they angry?
Certainly, anyone who had gone from being a wealthy young lady to someone's servant overnight would find this drastic change hard to accept.
But could it be called hatred? Not really.
Because Fang Yuan had indeed changed their fate, rescuing them from their miserable future.
However, no matter what, they understood one thing.
That is, In this world filled with killing and corruption, the only one they could rely on was Fang Yuan!
"Holy Son, he will surely return safely..." Zhuqing murmured softly.
Nightingale nodded heavily, saying, "Of course, he is our Holy Son!"
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The moment Fang Yuan stepped into the dark passage, everything around him began to feel illusory, and all his senses were sealed off.
This feeling was extremely uncomfortable. The boundless darkness constrained him, and he even felt an extreme stinging sensation on his skin.
The blood-red aura was corroding his flesh!
Fang Yuan's heart trembled.
This blood-red aura was a special power of the King of Killing, and ordinary people would die upon contact. Only the Killing God, who had achieved a hundred victories and accumulated countless killing intent, could resist it.
However, Fang Yuan's killing intent had all been absorbed into the pupil power space by his Sharingan!
The stinging sensation continued to come from his skin, and within a few breaths, Fang Yuan's skin began to show signs of damage. But in the next second, a flash of red and golden light passed beneath his damaged skin, instantly repairing the wounds.
The power of the Immortal Herb inside him was resisting the invasion of the blood-red aura. Although his physical body remained intact, the corroding pain was real.
"You damn thing, you're huddling inside and making a fuss, come out and help me resist this!" Fang Yuan thought, trying to release the killing intent from his Sharingan to counter the invasion of the bloody aura.
However, the killing intent inside his Sharingan seemed to be as timid as a frightened house cat, completely ignoring Fang Yuan.
Helpless, Fang Yuan had to use his physical body to resist the invasion of the blood-red aura.
In the dim space, blood and golden light alternated, fiercely clashing. It wasn't until the space around him suddenly trembled that the blood-red aura gradually faded.
"Is it finally over..." Fang Yuan shivered a bit as he stood up. His skin had been completely corroded, making him look like a blood man.
But within a few breaths, the flawless fair skin that even women would be envious of had grown on him.
His eyes fell on the long and narrow Hell Road. Fang Yuan took a deep breath and used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to sprint towards the direction of the narrow path of the Hell Road.
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