Extreme Emotions!! Cursed Eyes!!

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Although Fang Yuan is the Killing God, possessing the qualifications and abilities to freely enter and exit the Slaughter City, he is also the Holy Son of Slaughter City.

Due to his identity constraints, without the approval of the King of Killing, he cannot leave Slaughter City.

Helpless, Fang Yuan can only trust the King of Killing, while he himself continues to immerse in the sea of blood, hoping for some breakthrough.

But obviously, there are limits, and if they could be easily broken, it wouldn't be considered a limit.

No matter how hard Fang Yuan tries, no matter how firm his will is, he can only stay in the sea of blood for ten hours; he cannot go beyond that.

The aura of blood and the high temperature in the sea of blood will reach a peak after ten hours, forcing him to leave, or else that power will leave permanent wounds on his flesh, and even his will can be affected by the bloodthirsty aura.

"No, it's still not enough!"

One month slowly passes, and Fang Yuan is getting frustrated as he pounds the hard rock wall beside him. He still cannot break through the ten-hour limit.

At this moment, there are only two months left until the assessment.

"No, I can't wait like this anymore. Considering the journey to and from the Slaughter City, it will take more than a month."

Fang Yuan takes a deep breath, stands up, and prepares to head toward the Slaughter Castle.

This time, he must leave Slaughter City; otherwise, he may not have enough time to complete the two divine assessments.

Fang Yuan rushes to the Slaughter Castle, and his first action is to focus his gaze on the King of Killing seated on the throne.

Before Fang Yuan could speak, the King of Killing already smiled at Fang Yuan, raising a goblet filled with crimson Bloody Mary Dew.

"I was just about to have Beive fetch you, but you came on your own."

Fetch me? 

Beive is the Slaughter Emissary whom Fang Yuan had met before, who left me with a message. Generally, the King of Killing conveys his will and thoughts through the Slaughter Emissary.

Fang Yuan pauses for a moment, swallows the words on his lips, and lowers his head slightly to the King of Killing. "King, I'm not sure what this is about..."

"What else could it be? Wasn't it you who asked me for a fifty-thousand-year-old soul beast?"

The King of Killing drinks the Bloody Mary Dew with a smile. "I've found it and was planning to have Beive fetch you, but you've come on your own."

"By the way, did you come to see me for something?"

"No... there's nothing."

Fang Yuan is somewhat incredulous; the King of Killing actually found him a fifty-thousand-year-old soul beast, and it's right here in Slaughter City. 

This saves him the trouble of searching for a soul beast in the outside world.

"If you have something to say, just tell me. Why hide secrets between us?" The King of Killing pretended to be displeased, looking at Fang Yuan's awkward and embarrassed appearance. He then laughed heartily, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Since you're here, it saves me trouble. Deal with this soul beast first."

Clap, clap, clap!

The King of Killing claps his hands, and to Fang Yuan's surprise, a black iron cage containing an ugly monster is pushed out from the darkness by a Slaughter Emissary.

Fang Yuan showed a curious expression, subconsciously activated his Sharingan, and examined the soul beast inside the cage.

It's a blood-red monster with a humanoid appearance, but it has blood-red skin like a monster, as well as sharp fangs and claws.

Tattered wings stick to its back, but the most critical feature is that it actually has nine heads!

Wait, nine heads?

The King of Killing's voice resonates beside him, "It's a soul beast I captured in the Hell Road back then, named the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King."

Is it really this creature?!

Fang Yuan's heart trembled, and he looked at the calm-looking King of Killing, with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Fang Yuan's enthusiastic expression, the King of Killing said with a faint smile, "This Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is the emperor among bats, the top-tier soul beast. Moreover, it's a ninety-thousand-year-old Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King!"

"In its ordinary state, this Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is extremely powerful, and you are no match for it. However, it has been imprisoned by me for many years, so its cultivation has deteriorated significantly, and its age has also decreased, but it's still at least the fifty-thousand-year level."

"I see your current level is only fifty-two. So, you must have some instructions in mind for the divine assessment, right?"

"Yes, King."

Fang Yuan nods. Perhaps the natives of the Douluo Continent are unaware, but as someone who has seen the Douluo Continent, Fang Yuan is very familiar with this Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.

Tang Chen, the original body, was parasitized by this Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King and became the current King of Killing. In other words, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King in front of him is the predecessor of the King of Killing?

Using his own predecessor for my divine assessment? Is he willing to spend this much?

Fang Yuan is full of curiosity and doubts. He doesn't understand the King of Killing's intentions, but since the King of Killing has already brought everything out, there's no reason for him to decline.

Based on his insight, this Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is approximately sixty thousand years old, which is suitable for the divine assessment.

"Thank you for your gift, King."

Fang Yuan smiles and says, "With such a soul beast assisting me, my God-level assessment will surely be a success!"

"Haha, good!"

The King of Killing nods in satisfaction. "Since that's the case, then it's yours!"

Fang Yuan nods, without hesitation. He crushes a blood-red crystal, opens the door to the Hell Road, and walks in with the cage.

To make it easier for him to train in the sea of blood, the King of Killing has given him many blood crystals, with the goal of facilitating his travel between the Hell Road and the Slaughter City.

For some reason, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was in a deep slumber, and its spiritual power was extremely weak.

Fang Yuan didn't think too much of it; he assumed that after possessing Tang Chen, this old body was abandoned.

Staring at the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King in front of him, Fang Yuan took a deep breath, no longer hesitating. With a swift motion, he cut off all nine heads of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.

Soul power surged, and a deep black soul ring appeared, seemingly about to float out of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King's body.

Without hesitation, Fang Yuan condensed his soul power, enveloped the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King's body, and grabbed the deep black soul ring with his right hand!

A radiant red-gold light shines, and the Dark Gold Terror Claw is unleashed.

The soul ring of the soul beast was extremely resilient, as it represented the culmination of the soul beast's cultivation. Soul rings of ten-thousand-year soul beasts were particularly indestructible, and ordinary methods couldn't break them.

However, Fang Yuan had the Dark Gold Terror Claw, symbolizing the ultimate attack!

The crimson-gold Dark Gold Terror Claw gripped the deep black soul ring. Fang Yuan took a deep breath, and his second and third soul rings simultaneously lit up.

"Golden Crocodile Transformation!"

The Golden Crocodile enveloped him, strengthening his attack power, defense, and movement speed, all temporarily increasing by a hundred percent!

"Dark Gold Radiance!"

The ultimate gold, the strongest spear! 

Attacks infused with Dark Gold Radiance would deal an additional hundred percent damage, and all attacks carried a hundred percent armor-piercing effect!

With both enhancements activated simultaneously, Fang Yuan's aura soared to its peak.

But it still wasn't enough!

"Armament!"

Fang Yuan shouted, and his fourth pitch-black soul ring on his body radiated. The Dark Gold Terror Claw, originally shimmering with crimson-gold light, was now covered in a layer of black energy, like battle runes.

Triple enhancement!

Under the ultimate power, Fang Yuan's right hand exerted force, and all his strength burst forth at that moment.

The indestructible Dark Gold Terror Claw grasped the soul ring, and immense power surged. The pitch-black soul ring, which had previously appeared like glass, started to crack on its surface.

Until it shattered!

"Boom!"

Just like shattered glass, the pitch-black soul ring couldn't withstand the tremendous force of the Dark Gold Terror Claw. It burst apart with a resounding noise.

However, there was no hint of joy on Fang Yuan's face because the real assessment had only just begun.

Ferocious soul power poured out, and the soul power of this sixty-thousand-year soul ring surged out at this moment, crashing onto Fang Yuan's body.

Fang Yuan grunted, gritting his teeth as he endured the impact of the soul power.

"A mere sixty-thousand-year soul power cannot shake me!"

Fang Yuan stared intently, his blood-red Sharingan eyes locked onto the dense black soul power mist. In a trance, a figure began to condense and appear from within.

It's coming!

Fang Yuan's expression became solemn, his Sharingan continuously rotating, and his mental power and state reached their peak at this moment.

However, the next second, Fang Yuan froze in place.

With the help of the hazy soul power, Fang Yuan could vaguely see the figure in front of him.

It wasn't the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King; it was a human figure, a figure Fang Yuan was extremely familiar with...

A hoarse and deep voice echoed in Fang Yuan's ears as the spectral figure looked at him with a complex expression.

"Holy Son..."

Fang Yuan stared in disbelief, his eyes filled with an incredulous expression. Even his movements came to a halt.

He stood there, gazing in astonishment at the figure before him, shrouded in the mist of soul power. Under the crimson light of the blood sea, he could clearly see that face.

"…Captain..."

Yes, what he saw in front of him at that moment was the Slaughter Knight! 

Or perhaps, it was the soul of the Slaughter Knight!

"Captain, how can it be you? What have I... What have I done? I... I killed you..."

Fang Yuan's body trembled slightly, and he stared at the Slaughter Knight before him, feeling at a loss.

He tried to gather the scattered soul power around him, but the black soul power mist was rapidly dissipating, drifting away from his fingertips.

"No, no!"

Fang Yuan's Sharingan spun, and a massive surge of spiritual power and eye power emanated from him as he looked at the Slaughter Knight before him.

The next moment, both of them appeared in a hazy world.

The blood-red light poured down from the moon in the sky, illuminating the entire land.

Fang Yuan stood dazedly in place on the ground, and before him was the Slaughter Knight.

"Captain..."

Fang Yuan gazed at the Slaughter Knight and murmured as he tried to approach, but the Slaughter Knight shook his head and said, "Don't come any closer, Holy Son."

Under the blood-red light, Fang Yuan could see the Slaughter Knight's current condition clearly.

At this moment, the Slaughter Knight looked extremely miserable. His entire body was covered in wounds, bearing the marks of biting, and even his heart had disappeared.

Apart from that familiar face, the Slaughter Knight's flesh was almost entirely tattered and torn, as if he had been mauled by a wild beast, covered in pieces of shredded flesh.

Fang Yuan clenched his fists, and his Sharingan eyes spun frantically. A massive amount of eye power was released, enveloping the Slaughter Knight's broken and tattered body.

The shattered body slowly began to repair itself, but in the next moment, a foul aura surged forth, causing Fang Yuan's eye power to abruptly halt.

"What is this..."

"Give up, Holy Son. That's the lingering spirit of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King. It has absorbed my flesh, soul power, and even my soul."

"I know what you're thinking, Son, but you should give up. While your spiritual power is restoring me, it's also helping that guy recover..."

Fang Yuan stared in shock. He saw it.

In the damaged areas of the Slaughter Knight's body, there was a faint black-red aura attached. Moreover, in the empty space where his heart should be, there was an extremely concentrated black-red aura!

A seed-like dark aura, weak but deeply rooted in the Slaughter Knight's body.

Corrupting the soul.

Just as the Slaughter Knight said, while Fang Yuan's spiritual power could repair his shattered spiritual body, it would also stimulate the growth of these black-red forces, making them stronger over time. 

When that happened, the rate at which these forces devoured the Slaughter Knight's soul would only increase, not decrease.

"I'm sorry, Holy Son, for appearing before you in this state..."

"But seeing you is enough for me."

The Slaughter Knight spoke softly. His condition was poor; everything about him, including his spiritual power, had been devoured by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, even his soul. 

It had simply not been completely digested yet.

"Captain, you..."

"Don't speak. I don't have much time left."

The Slaughter Knight interrupted Fang Yuan and whispered, "Next, I'm going to tell you a secret. Our king is not actually human; he should have been devoured by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King a long time ago."

"I know this news is shocking to you, but you must believe me. My current appearance is the most valuable evidence."

"You have to be careful. The Nine-Headed Bat King is the Bat Emperor, but the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is an anomaly among them."

"They love devouring and parasitizing. Son, your talent is unparalleled, and that guy will never let you go. He will definitely find a way and seize the opportunity to devour you!"

"You must be cautious and never show weakness in front of him. If possible, you should leave the Slaughter City immediately. Only then will you be safe..."

"Don't speak anymore. Hang on a bit longer, I will find a way to extract that power from your body!"

Fang Yuan tightly clenched his fist, closed his eyes, and quickly contemplated.

'Directly purify with spiritual power? No, Captain's soul is currently very weak. If I forcefully cleanse it with my spiritual power, while I can clear that force, the Captain's soul will inevitably suffer a significant blow.'

"What should I do... Use eye power to separate it? No, it's the same as using spiritual power to cleanse. No, no, no! What should I do!"

Fang Yuan continued to mutter, his fists clenched, his body trembling. But the Slaughter Knight called out to Fang Yuan in a soft voice.

"Don't be angry, don't worry, Son. I should have died a long time ago."

"If it weren't for you, my body and soul would have been corroded by the foul aura long ago. If it weren't for you, I might have died already."

"It's you who gave me a second life, and it's you who made me feel what it's like to truly be alive..."

His soul's light was very dim, but in those gloomy eyes, there seemed to be a different kind of light, bursting forth and shining.

He looked around, inspecting everything, and softly said, "Is this your spiritual space?"

"Yes," Fang Yuan silently nodded.

"The power that remains in my body is a soul seed of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King. He is like a parasite, constantly absorbing everything from me. When it absorbs everything from me, I will truly die."

"But it won't stop there. In my absence, it may become even stronger. It might even turn its sights on you."

The Slaughter Knight said softly, "But you don't have to worry. I will take care of it."

"After I dissipate, I will leave behind a soul power crystal with information about my resistance against the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King. You can take a lesson from it..."

In Fang Yuan's sight, the body of the Slaughter Knight began to flash with a red light, looking like burning flames, rising up on his body bit by bit.

Fang Yuan was trembling, he wanted to say something, but at this moment, he couldn't make any sound.

He felt his throat being sore, as if something was stuck, and he suppressed all his sounds.

In Fang Yuan's field of vision, the Slaughter Knight's body began to gradually flicker with a red light, like burning flames, rising from within him. In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped his tattered body.

Fang Yuan even felt that within that burst of blood smoke, there was a black-red bat-like figure that cried and screamed.

"I'm Sorry, Son."

"The only regret... maybe not being able to see you reach that position..."

As the Slaughter Knight's figure was consumed by the fiery light, his voice gradually faded away.

Raging flames surged, and amid the wailing cries of the bats, they completely engulfed the Slaughter Knight's smiling face.

As the blaze burned out, only a blood-red angular crystal remained, quietly dropping to the ground.

Fang Yuan carefully picked up the blood crystal, and a wave of information flooded his mind.

It was the fragmented memories of a young boy growing up, disjointed and incomplete.

Awakening of martial soul, the boy's growth, fighting for interest, and finally joining the Slaughter City...

The memories were quite hazy, with many gaps that couldn't be connected. It wasn't until the image of the Slaughter Knight being devoured by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King appeared that the memories became clearer.

The memory opened his mouth and spoke clearly.

"The power of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King is extremely sinister, extremely cold, and profoundly malevolent. It exerts a powerful suppression on all living beings with Bloody Mary Dew within them..."

"The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King delights in blood but fears extreme Yang and extreme hardness. However, it is also extremely greedy for these powerful things..."

"The domain of the Killing God controlled by the King of Killing contains the power of prohibition against demons..."

The Slaughter Knight explained these details meticulously, providing Fang Yuan with information about the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King and the King of Killing.

Fang Yuan's body trembled, and he remained still for a long time after the information ceased to flow. Gradually, he regained his composure.

The world around him began to dissipate, and Fang Yuan returned to the Hell Road.

The boiling blood sea emitted a red glow that illuminated Fang Yuan's face.

It was a calm face, one with traces of tears, an extremely serene face.

He silently held the somewhat dim blood crystal in his hand and used his Wood Element power to weave it into a necklace, wearing it around his neck.

In his ears, the voice that symbolized the completion of the Divine Assessment sounded.

"Top-tier Seventh Assessment, Second Stage: Absorption, Bloodthirsty Refinement. Passed. Soul ring skills' power increased by five hundred years. Candidate's affinity increased by ten percent."

However, he seemed not to have heard anything at all. He didn't stay in the blood sea to temper his body but instead continued walking towards the exit of the Hell Road.

His pace was not fast, but it was resolute.

Quietly, his martial soul had already manifested.

His crimson eyes were extremely dazzling in this dim world, especially those three constantly rotating jade-like pupils.

The three tomoes in his pupils spun rapidly, and eventually, they even connected, forming a unique pattern...

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