Chapter 59: The Poison Demon King
Dugu Feng's strength had not yet reached the level of absolute dominance.
If he had come to this place as a Soul King or Soul Emperor, there would've been no need for such caution.
While pondering, he sensed the toxins within his soul power and felt a surge of delight.
The Jade Phosphor Crimson Poison had finally been awakened.
This was his greatest confidence—it targeted mental energy itself and could amplify the existing mental toxins within his enemies.
When released through his Jade Phosphor Twelve Fingers, its power was terrifyingly immense.
His decision to come early to this city—a place like a refining crucible for poison users—had proven completely correct.
Now, he only needed to complete a hundred victories, then walk the Road of Hell.
Time passed. Another half-year slipped away, and the balance of the City of Slaughter had completely shifted.
A newcomer—who for nine months had participated in no battles—suddenly began fighting nonstop.
By the time everyone knew his name, he had already achieved forty consecutive victories.
By then, every soul master in the city was studying him—his powers, his fighting patterns—hoping they might one day survive against him.
Every match he entered was packed. Audiences flooded the stands just to watch him fight.
Only after careful study did they truly realize how monstrous this newcomer was.
While others couldn't use soul skills, he could. His self-created skills worked freely within the arena.
That alone defied every rule—many cursed him openly for it.
But more terrifying than his skills was his poison—inescapable, unseen, and unstoppable.
The moment one stepped into the arena with him, they never even realized when they had been poisoned, or how the poison had spread.
He was a nightmare clothed in human form.
Under such fear and awe, Dugu Feng advanced rapidly.
He could no longer conceal the full extent of his power, for opponents grew deadlier each match.
His finger technique—the Jade Phosphor Twelve Fingers—was now fully exposed.
That devastating finger force became every soul master's waking fear.
In a city where soul skills were sealed, his ranged, fluid, and precise attacks were simply a dimensional suppression.
By the time six months had passed, his win record had reached sixty victories.
And thus, a new title emerged within the Slaughter Arena.
"The Poison Demon King!"
"The merciless Poison Demon King!"
Dugu Feng had become one of the few who stood at the very top of the City of Slaughter.
Only two remained above him—Xiong Ba, martial soul Sky-Splitting Demon Bear, with seventy-eight victories, and Tang Cheng, of the Haotian Sect, with eighty-four victories.
Dugu Feng sensed it instinctively—the time had come for the King of Slaughter to act.
Normally, those with more than fifty wins never faced each other in the arena.
But rules hardly mattered to someone like him—one without divine backing.
In a spacious hall of dark crimson hue, walls and floors alike radiated oppressive energy.
At the center stood an enormous chair, upon which sat a tall, imposing figure.
In his glowing eyes flickered scenes from the Hell Slaughter Arena—images of Dugu Feng, Xiong Ba, and Tang Cheng.
This figure, of course, was the King of Slaughter himself.
"Great King," a seductive voice whispered from the shadows, "the Poison Demon King's origins have been traced. He hails from the Dugu Family—controllers of the Grand Soul Arena—specialists in poison.
His consecutive victories come entirely from his mastery of toxic arts."
The King of Slaughter's voice emerged coldly. "Match him against Tang Cheng in the next battle. If he dies, so be it. If he survives—bring him to me."
The woman hesitated for a moment before responding softly, "Tang Cheng is one of the strongest soul masters ever to enter the City of Slaughter. If he dies, would that not be a waste?
With his strength, should he join the City fully, we may one day gain another Title Douluo."
"You doubt Tang Cheng's power?" the King asked, surprised.
She stepped forward from the shadows, her movements graceful. A dark red veil hid her face, but her allure radiated unmistakably.
As she gently massaged the King's shoulders, she said thoughtfully, "Tang Cheng is powerful, yes—but predictable. His hammer techniques all stem from the Haotian Hammer, nothing more.
But the Poison Demon King… I've watched his battles too. His soul power is low, yet his victories are mysterious.
He gives off an aura of… unpredictability.
It feels like no opponent could truly defeat him.
Compared to Tang Cheng, my faith lies with him."
The King's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Tang Cheng must die. I will not allow another God of Slaughter to rise.
As for the Poison Demon King—indeed, he's a genius.
You understand what poison means to this city. If he won't serve me, his only path is death."
The woman's brow furrowed slightly, uncertain, but the King's eyes turned cold and vicious.
The Poison Demon King had demonstrated an ability that terrified even him—to manipulate the soul masters' own inner mental toxins.
Those very toxins were the foundation of this realm—the product of countless years of the city's blood pool, the key to controlling every soul master within.
If Dugu Feng could stir that poison… could he one day control them all?
Tang Cheng and Xiong Ba were merely strong; Dugu Feng, however, was dangerous.
If he couldn't be subdued, he would have to be destroyed—even if the King himself had to act.
At that thought, a dark, murderous gleam flashed in the King's eyes.
Not far from the Hell Arena, within Mo Li's residence—
Dugu Feng now sat in a chair adorned with blue-violet crystals, while more than a dozen soul masters stood below him. Mo Li was among them.
"How goes the task I assigned you?" Dugu Feng asked, tapping the armrest lightly.
"Poison Demon King, all the Bloody Mary you requested has been gathered," Mo Li replied respectfully. "It's enough to recruit over a thousand fighters to your cause."
At sixty wins, Dugu Feng's authority and fearsome poison had crushed any thought of resistance.
His power was absolute.
"And the outer city?" Dugu Feng frowned.
"The outer city's soul masters are numerous but weak," Mo Li hesitated. "However, recruiting from there openly may attract too much attention…"
Before he could finish, Dugu Feng's face turned icy. With a flick of his right hand, a streak of Jade Phosphor Finger Energy struck Mo Li square in the chest, sending blood spurting forth.
"Have you grown stupid from surviving here too long?" his tone was cold and sharp. "You all lead factions that already fight among themselves. Recruiting more to 'avenge old grudges'—does that draw any suspicion?"
Blood trickled down his chest, yet Mo Li bowed deeply, trembling. "Understood, Poison Demon King!"
The other faction leaders immediately lowered their heads in silence. Each commanded dozens, some hundreds—but in front of Dugu Feng, they were as fearful as mice before a cat.
Without another word, Dugu Feng rose and left the chamber.
(END CHAPTER)
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