Chapter 59: King of Killing, Hundred Victories

On the dome of the Killing Arena, in a dark and wide room.

There is an extremely large chair, inlaid with blue and purple crystals, which are outlined in a drum-shaped shape.

Except for this chair, everything here is dark red.

"The Undead Dragon has won another game." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know." A tall figure sat down on the giant chair.

His appearance could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but it could be vaguely seen that this person was very thin and tall.

"Great King. Should we start to contact him? There has been no real strong man joining the Killing City for a long time."

"Do you think he is a real strong man?" asked the tall man sitting on the chair.

"The soul power of the Undead Demon Dragon is not particularly strong, but the body is very strong, and it has an extremely abnormal recovery ability. It was born for the Slaughter City. In the Slaughter City, even a Titled Douluo cannot kill him without soul skills. I am sure that he has at least two soul bones."

The King of Slaughter was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Then do you think he can complete a hundred games and challenge the Hell Road?"

"Completing a hundred games is a matter of time. But the Hell Road may be difficult for him to challenge."

The King of Slaughter said coldly: "Then there is no need to contact him."

"Why? Great King, don't you want us to go to the Slaughter City? Become stronger?"

"Wait until he completes 100 victories, and then see if he is willing to join the City of Slaughter. If not, let him walk this road to hell."

The woman with a cold voice took a breath, "Great King of Slaughter, isn't there such a teaching on the fable wall of our City of Slaughter? The coming of the God of Slaughter, the disaster of hell. In the past 20 years, the appearance of the first two Gods of Slaughter has caused heavy damage to the City of Slaughter..."

The King of Slaughter said in a deep voice: "It doesn't matter if he wants to be the third God of Slaughter, let him die on this road to hell."

After that, he waved his hand, and a thick dark red liquid flew out from in front of him.

In the darkness, in front of him was a huge pool of blood, full of sticky blood.

The King of Slaughter opened his mouth and swallowed the blood into his stomach. In the dim light, two fangs were faintly revealed.

Time passed in waiting and killing.

Nearly a year has passed

Yu Tianming is only one game away from the title of the Hell Killing Field Champion.

Yu Tianming sat cross-legged in the waiting room of the Hell Killing Field, his body constantly emitting waves of cold murderous intent.

I thought that as more and more people ran out of matches, more people would come to the Hell Killing Field to take a chance. But because he had been blocking the Hell Killing Field, the pressure on these people was too great, so a large number of rebellious people ran to the outer city to donate blood.

Yu Tianming had thought about walking out of the Hell Killing Field like Tang San and finding a small house in the inner city to live in.

But he knew clearly that his physical strength would be greatly reduced without the possession of a martial spirit.

Although the waiting room in the Hell Killing Field was cramped, it was safe and no one would disturb him.

If he slept in the inner city, it would be easy for someone to find an opportunity to sneak attack, which would be extremely dangerous.

In the past two years, Yu Tianming has been killing and waiting for killing, and the murderous aura he has condensed is much purer than Tang San.

If someone saw Yu Tianming, at first glance, they would only mistake his eyes for blood red under the influence of murderous aura, and only after a second glance would they discover his clear and bright black eyes.

In two years, how many fallen people died in his hands?

Although those people were originally evil and corrupt, every time he killed someone, Yu Tianming would feel that his murderous aura increased a little, and these murderous auras were also affecting him invisibly.

The rising murderous aura was nothing at first, but when Yu Tianming killed more and more people here, he found that these murderous auras began to affect his own mind.

At the beginning, he only occasionally showed bloodthirsty emotions, but as time went on, the murderous aura became more and more obvious.

Now, his first reaction when he saw any creature was to want to kill it. He was not like Tang San, who had neither the Taoist Xuantian Gong nor the wisdom skull of spiritual concentration, and he would not drink human blood to calm his heart like Hu Liena.

It was only because the nervous system of King Ghidorah's martial spirit was very special and more difficult to be affected that he could control the idea of ​​killing.

But Yu Tianming knew that there might be something wrong with his mind.

Three days later, the killing field of hell.

The last opponent was killed by a headshot under Yu Tianming's dragon claws.

In the past two years, he was either fighting or waiting for a fight.

Now he has finally finished the hundred battles.

Even as calm as he was, he couldn't help but raise his hands high at this time, releasing the terrifying and bloody killing aura all over his body without reservation, and the almost tangible killing aura formed a huge vortex in the air.

Because they were going to watch Yu Tianming's 100th game, so many fallen people sat in the audience seats around the huge venue for the first time in two years.

But at this time, many fallen people were silent under the huge murderous aura released by him.

Everyone thought that the Undead Dragon was the most terrifying existence. Because no one could last more than half a quarter of an hour in his hands.

No matter who it was, he would be killed cleanly in seconds.

Yu Tianming was an opponent that no one in the Killing City wanted to face.

Their silence was only because they were shocked by Yu Tianming's murderous aura. If it weren't for Yu Tianming's shock, they would definitely be excited about sending this killing god away.

"Congratulations, young killing god."

A deep and sharp voice suddenly came from all directions. The murderous aura released by Yu Tianming actually poured back at the moment the voice sounded and was pressed back into his body. Yu Tianming's face suddenly turned pale.

The atmosphere in the Hell Killing Field suddenly rose to the extreme.

Because in the air, a blood-red figure was falling from the sky.

"King of Killing, King of Killing, King of Killing..." The shouts made the fallen ones hoarse, but they had no intention of stopping.

Yu Tianming was awed, and looked at the scarlet figure in the air.

It was a tall man, wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

With a pale face and a pair of completely blood-red eyes, his body slowly descended from the air, as if he didn't need to be restricted by gravity at all.

Yu Tianming had seen the same scene in many Title Douluo.

He was sure that the man who fell from the sky was definitely the Extreme Douluo Tang Chen.

Happy New Year everyone.

I hope everyone will watch "Three Dragon Kings" and have good luck in the Year of the Dragon!!!