Unrivaled Tang Sect: The Beginning of Seizing Huo Yuhao's Body

"Please welcome the next group of people. Their identities are 1457, 3864, 4523, and 2678."

"Is it my turn now?" Huo Zhanji said when he heard his number, and at this time the woman in black handed the ID card back to him with both hands.

Huo Zhanji put away his ID card and walked towards the Hell Killing Field. There were ten passages and ten people walked into the Hell Killing Field. Huo Zhanji was obviously the most eye-catching one on the field. He looked thin and weak, so everyone thought that Huo Zhanji was easy to bully. They just stared at the other people first, and few people even paid attention to him.

"Game start."

Huo Zhan Ji stretched his arms into fists and rushed out like a cannonball. He came to the person closest to him and smashed his skull with one punch. The man still had an expression of disbelief on his face, but it was obviously too late. The remaining eight people stared at Huo Zhan Ji in a daze. It was obvious that they had hit a wall this time.

The blood dyed the killing field of hell red. There were nine more corpses on the ground, nine corpses that were blown up by Huo Zhanji's punch. In the stands, everyone had fear on their faces. In just a few minutes, nine people were killed by a little girl. Nine soul powers surged in, and Huo Zhanji closed his eyes to absorb them.

"It's a bit too little. Most of my soul power has been absorbed by the things under the Hell Killing Field. It's a luxury for me to level up three times after a hundred games." Huo Zhan Ji returned to the audience seats, and the woman in black was still waiting there.

Huo Zhanji said to her calmly: "Thank you for your help, you can go back now."

"How naive. The real danger comes not only from the killings in the Hell Killing Field, but more importantly, there are many people who will ambush you when you return injured." The girl in black reminded.

"If those idiots want to ambush me, they will just die in vain." Huo Zhan Ji waved his hand and said.

"Then I wish you good luck." The girl in black said and left.

Huo Zhan Ji walked towards another person and tried to snatch his Bloody Mary. It was impossible for him to contribute it himself, so he could only let others suffer. This was also for their own good, so that they could adapt in advance.

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In a black castle in the City of Slaughter, in a dark and spacious room, a tall and thin man in a blood-red ceremonial robe was sitting on an extra-large chair. He looked extremely terrifying, like a devil from hell.

The man in front of him was the controller of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter. The King of Slaughter's bloody pupils quietly watched the scene of Huo Zhanji fighting in the killing field of hell.

The King of Slaughter had a cold smile on his face. "What a strong physical strength."

Huo Zhanji's only feeling about the City of Slaughter was nausea, so he was unwilling to stay here for even one more day. After winning a hundred games and becoming the champion, he could challenge the Road to Hell and leave here. Every extra day he stayed here would make him more dangerous. In this dark world, he not only had to win one victory after another, but also had to get out alive.

Seven days after entering the City of Slaughter, Huo Zhan Ji had killed more than a hundred Fallen. In this place, what was truly terrifying was not the enemies in the Hell Killing Field, but the constant sneak attacks he would face when he was at his weakest after the game.

A month passed, and Huo Zhanji had won thirty-six games in the Hell Killing Field. Now, fewer and fewer people dared to attack him, because they simply could not defeat him, and they could not find Huo Zhanji at all. The secret realm of the Eternal Kingdom was the best place for Huo Zhanji to recover his cultivation. Every time he participated in a competition, he fought at his peak cultivation.

Half a year later, the icy atmosphere of the City of Slaughter was suffocating. In the Hell Killing Field, a total of ten people walked slowly. Huo Zhanji was the last one to enter, but everyone's attention was on him.

Eighty-four consecutive victories, this is Huo Zhanji's current record. In the entire Hell Killing Field, his record is also the best. The consequence of eighty-four consecutive victories is that two thousand Fallen have died at the hands of Huo Zhanji. Those Fallen always naively think that Huo Zhanji is weak after each competition and want to get a piece of the pie, but the result is always death.

As Huo Zhan Ji won more and more matches, fewer and fewer people dared to fight in his killing competitions. It often took several days to gather ten people, and that was when the Hell Killing Field did not reveal the specific time of his participation in advance.

Compared to when he first came here, Huo Zhanji's expression had a layer of coldness, and even his body exuded a faint bloody smell. The murderous aura was looming, and he was given the title of Shura by the Fallen in the City of Slaughter.

At this time, the nine people who walked into the hell killing field together looked at Huo Zhanji with stern expressions. When the nine people were locked in the field, they almost immediately surrounded Huo Zhanji in the center. The title of Shura is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. Even if Huo Zhanji did not release his martial soul, there was a touch of blood red in his pupils at this moment. In the past six months, Huo Zhanji's soul power has reached level 76, and his real combat power can almost compete with the second-level god.

Nine people rushed towards him from different directions. Huo Zhan Ji looked at the nine dead men indifferently. His body kept changing positions. In an instant, he had arrived in front of the opponent closest to him. The next second, that person's body was shattered.

The screams of the other Fallen Ones rang out one after another. Half a second later, the battle stopped. There were nine more corpses on the field, and Huo Zhanji had a small knife in his hand.

“As for the importance of finishing off the enemy, I don’t know whether you are dead or not, so I can only do this.” Huo Zhanji patted the dust off his body in disgust, turned around and left.

The city of killing, a dark and spacious room.

"Shura won another game." A cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know." The figure of the King of Slaughter sat down on the huge chair.

"Great King. Should we start contacting her? In the Killing City, no truly strong person has joined us for a long time."

"Do you think she is a truly strong one?" asked the King of Killing, who was sitting upright on the chair.

"Yes, Shura seems to be born for the City of Slaughter. His physical fitness is terrifyingly strong."

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

"It's only a matter of time before he completes the 100th game. Even the road to hell may not be a problem for him."

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

With a wave of his big hand, a thick dark red liquid flew out from in front of him. In the darkness, there was a huge pool of blood in front of him. It was full of sticky blood. He opened his mouth and swallowed the blood into his stomach. In the dim light, two fangs were faintly revealed.

In the training ground of the City of Slaughter, Huo Zhanji sat cross-legged on the edge of a pool of blood. The spiritual energy contained in the blood pool continued to merge into Huo Zhanji's body. At the same time, streams of black air were continuously released from his body. At this time, the Eternal Core was constantly purifying the mixed spiritual energy entering Huo Zhanji's body.

The elemental energy of heaven and earth contained in the City of Slaughter is too complex and violent. If one absorbs it completely, one will probably get into trouble, or at least become unconscious. This has also led to almost no visitors to the training grounds in the City of Slaughter. Those who come here almost all put life and death aside in order to gain power.

However, not everyone can come to this training place. To come here, you must win fifty games in a row, otherwise you will not even be qualified to enter.

"After I break through to the Soul Douluo, I will complete 100 victories in one go and pass the Hell Road." Huo Zhan Ji thought to himself, and then began to absorb the heaven and earth energy of the blood pool with all his strength. At the same time, the five great souls in his body were also filtering out the mixed spiritual energy.

Six months later, Huo Zhanji's cultivation began to increase rapidly, and he broke through the Soul Douluo level, but he had not yet obtained a soul ring.

"I finally broke through." said Huo Zhanji who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

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(End of this chapter)