The following morning, a lone figure crossed the passage and entered Slaughter City.
Gazing at the black city ahead, Mu Yang could not help but feel a tinge of emotion.
This was the third time he had come to Slaughter City.
The first time, he had won a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena, traversed the Hell Road, and obtained the Killing God Domain.
The second time, he had opened the trial of the Asura God, laying the foundation for godhood, and had even eradicated Tang Hao and the potential threat Tang San.
Now, on his third visit to Slaughter City, it was time to finally end the greatest obstacle barring his ascension to the supreme position of the Asura God.
"Slaughter King, come out and face me!"
Casting a glance at the nervous law enforcers of Slaughter City nearby, Mu Yang released his aura. Spirit power surged through him as he shouted loudly.
In an instant, his voice, magnified through spirit power, echoed across the entire Slaughter City.
"Those who don't wish to be cannon fodder—step aside~"
Mu Yang waved a hand toward the enforcers as he spoke.
Though he had not yet slain the Slaughter King, he already considered the city his own. If possible, he did not want the law enforcement team to die needlessly as cannon fodder, for the city's order would still need their presence in the future.
"This—"
Hearing this, the squad leader guarding the passage hesitated as he looked at Mu Yang's overwhelming presence.
By the looks of it, the "Demonic God of Slaughter" was here to settle accounts with the Slaughter King.
To say the law enforcement team was loyal to the King would be a joke. A few hundred gold soul coins per month—who would risk their lives for that?
But retreating in battle was a grave taboo, and they knew the consequences would be dire.
If they didn't retreat, their lives would be in jeopardy. The Demonic God of Slaughter might not be the King's match, but wiping them out would be effortless.
Of course, there was also the chance the Slaughter King might use them as cannon fodder, testing the Demonic God's strength.
Suddenly, the squad leader's eyes lit up with inspiration. He raised his voice and declared:
"Law enforcement team, hear my order! Follow me outside to guard the exit. Under no circumstances shall we allow the depraved criminals of this city to escape and wreak havoc on the continent!"
Hiss~ So it could be done this way?
Stunned, the other enforcers gazed at their squad leader with admiration.
So this was why he had a better life than they did—he truly had wits.
Thus, under the "wise" leadership of the squad leader, the enforcers crossed the passage and headed to guard the outer exit.
Though both sides guarded the entrances, the difference between inner and outer was stark.
If they remained inside, they would be forced to fight when the Demonic God challenged the Slaughter King.
But stationed outside, so long as the Slaughter King did not personally command them to enter battle, they could refuse with the excuse of preventing criminals from escaping.
No matter who won or lost, the blame would not fall upon them.
"Tsk~ what a clever one!"
Seeing the squad leader's wit, Mu Yang could not help but think to himself.
Once the Slaughter King was slain and he became the new Slaughter King, the city would be his. Naturally, he would not want the battlefield inside, for the destruction caused by a battle of such level would make rebuilding troublesome. Better to fight outside.
His original intent had only been to tell the enforcers to stay away, to avoid becoming cannon fodder.
Unexpectedly, this squad leader was so "wise" as to lead them outside entirely.
Of course, they were but small fry, not worth Mu Yang's concern. Should they still end up as cannon fodder, that would simply be ill fate.
Facing such provocation, the supreme authority of Slaughter City—the Slaughter King—could not remain idle.
Before long, a scarlet figure, radiating chilling murderous intent, with pallid face, and a body cloaked entirely in a crimson mantle, streaked swiftly through the air.
"So it was you. The Demonic God of Slaughter of my Slaughter City. Tell me, where is the Ice Goddess now?"
Spiritual power unfurled as the Slaughter King carefully sought Shui Bing'er's presence.
Undeniably, once Mu Yang began the trials of Asura, the two sides were destined to be enemies.
Though Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er were of the younger generation, the Slaughter King did not underestimate them in the slightest.
After all, Tang Hao, one of the Killing Gods of this era, had fallen to their spirit fusion skill. The Slaughter King had no choice but to remain wary.
"Filthy bat, stop searching. It's only me. I have begun the fifth trial of Asura—do you dare fight me?"
Mu Yang mocked as he issued his challenge.
Hearing this, the Slaughter King paused, then sighed in awe:
"Truly, a peerless genius! Yet it is a pity—for becoming my enemy will be the gravest mistake of your life. You will pay with your life!"
As he finished, murderous light blazed in his eyes. The enormous crimson bat wings on his back spread wide, his arms turned to claws, and his figure blurred into a blood-shadow, darting straight toward Mu Yang.
In the hidden domain, the High Priest of Asura Shang, had decreed that before the fifth trial, it could not strike down candidates. Otherwise, that priest, whose strength touched divinity, would personally destroy it.
But now that Mu Yang's trial had reached the fifth stage, the Slaughter King no longer bore such restraint.
Moreover, what it truly feared was the spirit fusion of Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er—not Mu Yang alone.
"Heh~ so the elder plays without honor, striking with ambush?"
Mu Yang chuckled softly. With a light step, his Immortal Step moved, leaving only an afterimage as his true body shifted dozens of meters aside, evading the sudden strike.
"Sharp tongue!"
Though his first attack failed, the Slaughter King was not disheartened. A frigid, malevolent aura burst forth. Red light flared as a dense blood mist spread around him.
"The Domain of Slaughter?"
Recognizing the scarlet haze as the power of the Slaughter Domain, Mu Yang raised a brow.
Against ordinary Spirit Masters, this domain was extremely effective. Without the Killing God Domain, or a domain capable of resisting suppression, Spirit Masters caught within it could not use their ring abilities, their strength heavily diminished.
But this had little effect on him. Possessing the Killing God Domain, he could still use spirit ring techniques within it. At most, the Killing God Domain would be countered and lose its ability to weaken foes.
Of course, even without the Killing God Domain, Mu Yang would not fear.
His trump card was not spirit ring skills, but his spirit fusion technique. And that was not restricted by the Slaughter Domain.
Yet Mu Yang had no intention of wasting time with the Slaughter King. Golden light shimmered brilliantly over his body—the Spirit Gold Battle Armor materialized. Wings of the armor beat swiftly, and in the next instant, he turned and sped through the passage, leaving Slaughter City behind.