Chapter 83: Entering the Hellish Path (Part 2)

In the center of the Hellish Arena, there was a raised platform. From the platform, ten thick chains extended to the surrounding audience stands.

In the space between the platform and the audience, a sea of bubbling magma surged, visible to those standing at the edges.

Unlike before, of the ten people on the platform, nine possessed soul power exceeding level eighty. They were facing a teenage boy, yet these nine Soul Douluos chose to team up against him.

Roar!

The nine Soul Douluos summoned their martial souls, their eyes locked onto the young boy on the platform.

"Teaming up, huh?"

The boy smirked, his gaze dismissive as he surveyed his opponents. "You think teaming up will stop me from claiming my hundredth victory?"

If this were outside, Mu Chen would undoubtedly be no match for nine Soul Douluos. However, this was the City of Slaughter, where these Soul Douluos could not use their soul skills, but Mu Chen could.

*Whoosh!*

One of the Soul Douluos, possessing the martial soul of a Great Strength Bear, was the first to charge at Mu Chen.

**High-Level Earth Technique: Eight Extremes Fist!**

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three waves of dark energy surged forth, and the Soul Douluo who attacked Mu Chen was sent flying back, collapsing on the ground, motionless.

"Don't just stand there, attack together!"

Someone shouted, and the rest rushed forward to attack Mu Chen.

*Whoosh!*

"Not good!"

The eight attacking Soul Douluos suddenly changed their expressions.

Mu Chen pulled out seventy-two explosive talismans in a single breath. These talismans split into nine, flying toward them with precision.

As the nine explosive talismans neared, Mu Chen lightly commanded, "Explode!"

Boom!

Seventy-two explosive talismans detonated simultaneously, the resulting explosion obliterating the eight Soul Douluos who attempted to retreat, leaving them lifeless and bloodied on the ground.

"Victory! He really won!"

"After half a year, 9527 has become the ninth champion of a hundred consecutive victories. This is a rare and unprecedented event!"

"Yes, nine! In the past six months, nine Reapers and Hellish Envoys have emerged."

The audience around them murmured in awe.

**Soul Power +418,900!**

As the victor of the Hellish Arena, Mu Chen could absorb the soul power of the defeated. By devouring the soul power of the nine Soul Douluos, his own soul power surged by 418,900 points.

"Ding dong!"

"Congratulations! Your soul power is full, and you have leveled up. Current level: 59!"

The soul power gained directly elevated Mu Chen from level 58 to level 59.

Indeed, over the past six months, Mu Chen had participated in a hundred matches, raising his cultivation from level 50 to level 59. In a sense, the Hellish Arena was a significant opportunity for soul masters.

Of course, much of the soul power from the nine Soul Douluos had been absorbed by the Hellish Arena itself. Otherwise, Mu Chen would have leveled up even more.

*Buzz!*

Suddenly, the surrounding space trembled violently. Countless bats and red light began to converge into a whirlpool at the center. A figure, two meters tall with bat wings, emerged from the vortex.

"Congratulations on becoming the new Reaper King."

The cold, emotionless voice drifted from the figure.

"King of Slaughter!"

As the bat-winged figure appeared, the unsavory characters in the audience looked on with utmost respect, chanting the name of the King of Slaughter.

"Now, I invite the other Hellish Envoys and Reaper Kings."

With that command, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Meng Yiran stepped onto the platform together.

"Brother, congratulations!" Xiao Wu cheered.

"Boss Mu, congratulations!"

"Mu Chen, congratulations!"

The rest of the Shrek Nine congratulated Mu Chen.

"Thank you." Mu Chen smiled, looking at his companions.

Since entering the City of Slaughter, Mu Chen and the others had consumed Yellow Spring Dew. Fortunately, Mu Chen had sent Tang San to prepare detoxification pills in advance, which had prevented them from suffering any adverse effects from the toxins in the Yellow Spring Dew.

"Today, two powerful beings have emerged in the Hellish Arena. Their formidable strength and terrifying killing intent make you tremble, don't they?" the King of Slaughter asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The audience responded excitedly.

"To the nine Hellish Envoys and Reaper Kings, I will bestow upon you the title of God of Slaughter and invite you to be guest elders. In this City of Slaughter, your status will be second only to mine. From now on, you may enter and exit the City of Slaughter freely," the King of Slaughter declared.

What?

They could obtain the title of God of Slaughter without traversing the Hellish Path?

No, the King of Slaughter was trying to prevent them from obtaining the God of Slaughter's domain!

The Shrek Nine exchanged glances, uncertain.

Mu Chen stepped forward and said, "King of Slaughter, please open the gates to Hell. We wish to earn the title of God of Slaughter through our own strength."

The King of Slaughter looked at the rest of the Shrek Nine and saw them nodding in agreement. "It seems you do not understand the terror of the Hellish Path. Reaper King, I hope you realize that a person's life is only once."

Mu Chen smiled and replied, "Oh great King of Slaughter, you're joking when you talk about life, aren't you? We appreciate your good intentions, but we choose to enter the Hellish Path together. Please open the gates to Hell!"

The King of Slaughter's gaze swept over Dai Mubai, Meng Yiran, and the others, seeing their nods. "Since you have companionship on the Hellish Path, that is indeed a good thing. I will open the gates to Hell for you."

*Whoosh!*

With a thought from the King of Slaughter, his bat wings unfurled, and his soul power surged, causing the entire Hellish Arena to tremble.

"The gates to the Hellish Path!"

"I've been here for ten years; I can finally see the gates to the Hellish Path."

"Even if I can't enter the Hellish Path in my lifetime, just seeing the gates is worth it."

The audience erupted, emotions running high as they shouted about the gates to Hell.

Mu Chen sighed to himself, realizing these unsavory characters likely had no idea that no one had ever witnessed the opening of the Hellish Path. Those who had seen it, aside from the eight Gods of Slaughter who exited, had all become sacrifices for the opening of the path.

*Buzz!*

Sure enough, a red light began to rise from the edges of the platform in the Hellish Arena, spreading outward. Wherever the light passed, the unsavory characters were drained of their soul power and blood, their vitality extinguished, turning them into piles of black dust. The scene was surreal.

At the same time, complex runes began to appear on the platform where Mu Chen and the others stood. Before long, a large vortex emerged beneath their feet. A terrifying pulling force emanated from the vortex, as if ghostly hands were tugging at their legs, trying to pull them down into Hell.

Bright light blinded Mu Chen and the others, leaving them unable to open their eyes. In their ears, only the voice of the King of Slaughter echoed.

"Good luck!"

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