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The other nine people who entered the arena with Li Chang'an certainly hadn't won only five fewer matches than him. It's just that his number of wins was now far, far ahead, so this was the only way to arrange it.

And all nine of these people were pale and trembling. To scare a group of villains like this, one could imagine how notorious he was.

They never expected to be so unlucky as to encounter this evil star!

When all ten people entered the arena.

The other nine people almost immediately surrounded Li Chang'an in the center, their bloodshot eyes filled with hysterical madness, like beasts on the verge of death! Because they knew that if they didn't join forces to kill this evil star first, none of them would survive.

Now that they were in the arena, there was no turning back.

They could only fight with their backs to the river!

Li Chang'an was already used to the crazy appearance of this group of people.

After all, almost every time he was assigned opponents after he became famous, they all chose to join forces to deal with him first, and each of them put on this crazy, frantic expression.

It's really inexplicable.

Li Chang'an shook his head. Could a group of ants really overthrow an elephant even if they joined forces?

A cold light appeared in his deep, dark pupils!

The Azure Phosphorous Sword appeared in his hand!

The next moment!

Roars and howls, nine voices sounded almost simultaneously from nine directions.

"Futile struggle..."

To deal with these Soul Masters who couldn't even use Soul Skills, Li Chang'an didn't even need to use his own created Soul Skills. The sharpness of the Azure Phosphorous Sword in his hand was enough to deal with them.

A flash of light and shadow!

He seemed to turn into a gentle breeze, elegant in posture. He also seemed to turn into lightning, swift as the wind!

The sword shadows were layered, like light and electricity!

When everything calmed down, the arena was silent.

Li Chang'an had already appeared outside the encirclement of the nine people. The long sword in his hand was not stained with a drop of blood and was still as bright as new. The nine people who had pounced on him stood there blankly, their faces still with that ferocious and terrifying expression. But it was forever frozen at this moment.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

He easily ended the lives of these people with the long sword in his hand. He didn't let them experience any pain.

"Puff!!!!"

On the nine people standing still, suddenly huge wounds split open on various vital parts such as their necks, hearts, and between their eyebrows, and large clouds of blood mist burst out from them at the same time.

The battle is over.

Li Chang'an sheathed the Azure Phosphorous Sword, ignoring the corpses that were still standing motionless and spurting blood. He left on his own.

At the same time.

In a dark and spacious room.

The King of Slaughter sat on a throne. The color scheme of everything in the surrounding room was dark red, giving people a strange and gloomy feeling.

"Sword God has already won his 90th match," a cold female voice sounded in the darkness.

"I know."

The face of the King of Slaughter was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly. One could only vaguely see that this person was tall and thin.

"Great King. Should we start contacting him? The City of Slaughter hasn't had a real powerhouse join for a long time." The King of Slaughter said coldly: "I remember I said, don't contact him rashly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two blood-red rays of light spewed out from the eyes of the King of Slaughter. The surrounding air obviously became viscous, and a strong bloody smell spread everywhere. The cold female voice suddenly let out a shrill scream that didn't sound human. In the corner, a shapely body trembled violently.

The King of Slaughter ignored her and turned his blood-red gaze to the distance, muttering to himself in his heart: "If this person didn't have the aura of a god on him, how could I have allowed him to win 90 consecutive matches. Now I can only hope that this person cannot pass the Road to Hell."

The emergence of every God of Slaughter is depleting the power accumulated in the City of Slaughter. As the actual controller of the City of Slaughter now, the King of Slaughter certainly doesn't want such a thing to happen.

But there was no way, who told Li Chang'an to have the aura of a god on him. This made the King of Slaughter not dare to make any small moves at all. He could only hope that he would fail on his own within the rules allowed.

………

Another two months passed.

At this time, it had been six months, or half a year, since Li Chang'an entered the City of Slaughter.

And his winning streak had reached ninety-nine matches. As long as he fought the last match, he would be able to win a hundred consecutive matches! And obtain the qualification to enter the Road to Hell.

"Finally, I can leave this damn place."

Li Chang'an breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart. The City of Slaughter was a very evil place. The air contained a special toxin, which combined with the environment here. As long as people living here killed people, the killing intent in their bodies would continue to condense and increase sharply! Then affect the person's mind.

In the beginning, it was just that he would occasionally show a bloodthirsty emotion, but as time went on, the killing aura became stronger and stronger! The whole person's mind would also be unconsciously affected, and there was an impulse to kill any creature he saw. Killing someone at will was as simple as crushing an ant.

A seed of madness that disregarded life would be planted in the heart of the whole person, and even if he left here, he would not be able to get rid of the influence.

Fortunately, he had Xue Di's head soul bone, the skill of a clear ice heart, which allowed him to avoid the interference of his own constantly rising killing intent! Even if his killing intent increased wildly as he continued to kill people, his heart was always pure and flawless, and he was not affected by the slightest bit of pollution.

Because of this, his appearance and temperament seemed out of place with the people here, as if he had only just entered here, instead of having stayed in this place for more than half a year, without being affected by it in the slightest.

In this City of Slaughter, it would not be an exaggeration to describe Li Chang'an's state at this time as killing people like harvesting wheat. In just half a year, more than five thousand people had died at his hands! Most of them were people who thought he was exhausted or over-consumed after his match and wanted to pick up a bargain.

Li Chang'an would naturally not be polite to these people. He sent them to the west with the sword in his hand!

One day later.

Hell Slaughter Arena.

Li Chang'an, dressed in white like snow, slowly pulled the Azure Phosphorous Sword out of his opponent's eyebrows. This was his last opponent. At this time, only he was standing on the field, and the rest had fallen to the ground and died!

'It's finally over!'

'Road to Hell! I'm fucking coming!'

On the surface, Li Chang'an, who was as calm as water, was actually roaring excitedly in his heart, which was inconsistent with his character!

It's no wonder he was so失态. (out of character)

It was really because this broken place was like being in a latrine for him. Not only was it full of stench, but there was also disgusting 米田共 (feces), and the key was that it was covered with squirming maggots... which was very disgusting.

If he could leave earlier, he would definitely be eager to leave earlier. Only a ghost would be willing to stay in this disgusting place.