"Are domain-type abilities really that valuable?"
As the Great Master's disciple, how could he not know the function of domain-type abilities? Only now did he truly understand his father's purpose in sending him here for training. It wasn't merely to witness death and forge his willpower in the darkest of places—it was also for this Killing Domain.
Hu Liena said anxiously, "I really don't know what kind of teacher you have. Domain-type abilities are naturally important. Generally speaking, only when a Soul Master reaches the Titled Douluo level and acquires their ninth soul skill is there a chance for one to appear. And even then, the probability is only one in ten. Domain-type soul skills are also known as supreme-grade soul skills. Other than at the Titled Douluo level, the only other possibility is through a Martial Soul's innate talent skill. Within one's own domain, one's own power is amplified while the opponent's power is suppressed. If applied correctly, the effect is absolutely terrifying."
At this point, Hu Liena paused briefly, then continued in a solemn tone, "Moreover, innate domains will continuously evolve as one's own strength grows. For example, the Killing God Domain becomes more powerful as one's killing intent increases."
Tang San's expression shifted. "How do you know all this so clearly?"
Hu Liena took a deep breath, hesitation flickering in her eyes. After a long moment, she finally said, "Because I know someone who possesses the Killing God Domain. She told me all of this. Otherwise, why would I have come to this disgusting place?"
Tang San glanced at the cup of
Hu Liena's delicate brows furrowed slightly, the blood-red glow in her eyes visibly intensifying. "This isn't adaptation. Drinking it simply calms my mind and keeps me from becoming too agitated."
"Consider this a tip, since you told me about the Killing Domain. Within the City of Slaughter, the place itself is poisonous. The more of that stuff you drink, the deeper the poison sets in. It's a slow-acting toxin hidden in the bloodstream. I don't know what effect completing the Path of Hell and leaving here will have, but I'm certain this slow-acting poison should be affected by the Path of Hell. In over a thousand years, only eight people have managed to leave this place. That isn't just because of the Path of Hell itself—this poison likely plays a huge part."
Clang—the cup fell to the ground, its crimson contents splashing across the floor, and Hu Liena's complexion instantly turned ugly.
"Poisonous?" She stared at Tang San in disbelief.
Tang San said calmly, "I've studied it carefully. The poison doesn't originally manifest in the bloodstream—it starts in the air. Affected by the toxins in the air and triggered by one's own killing intent, you need fresh blood to quell the agitation. Over time, it becomes addictive. The poison in the blood causes excitement, even makes one stronger. But once the potent toxin within is fully activated, I doubt anyone could withstand it. You haven't been poisoned too deeply yet. Stop drinking blood, and there's still a chance to recover. If you continue, then on the Path of Hell, you won't be my partner—you'll be someone creating problems for me."
Telling Hu Liena all this wasn't born out of gratitude for her revealing the Killing Domain. From her words, he could tell that this member of Spirit Hall's golden generation hadn't lied to him or tried to deceive him.
The Path of Hell was clearly no easy matter. That was why Tang San told her about the poisoning.
In this place, there was no longer any distinction between friend and foe—anything that aided one's survival was acceptable without hesitation. Everything could wait until they managed to leave.
He pulled a pill from the Myriad Treasure Pouch and tossed it over. Tang San said, "If you trust me, take this pill. For roughly three days, you'll have some diarrhea as the toxins in your body are gradually expelled. If you don't trust me, then on the Path of Hell, we won't need to cooperate. I don't want someone who's essentially a ticking time bomb by my side at all times."
Meeting Tang San's calm yet oppressive gaze, Hu Liena caught the pill and, without a moment's hesitation, tossed it into her mouth. She turned and walked toward the exit. As she left, her final words drifted back into Tang San's ears: "I trust you. I ask that you trust me as well, because we both need to leave here alive."
Three days later, the Slaughter Arena.
BOOM—
The last opponent's head exploded under Tang San's Haotian Hammer. Even he couldn't help but raise both hands high, unrestrainedly releasing the terrifying, blood-drenched aura of slaughter that permeated his entire body.
One hundred battles—his promise to his father was finally fulfilled. A killing intent so dense it was nearly material formed a massive vortex in the air. All around the enormous arena, the countless fallen spectators fell completely silent under the crushing weight of the overwhelming killing intent he radiated.
The name King of Slaughter was like a symbol of death itself. In this regard, he held the same status in their hearts as the previous match's final victor, the Hell's Messenger.
Everyone considered the King of Slaughter to be the most terrifying existence, because none of his opponents had ever left behind a complete corpse—not even their heads. Whether alive or dead, the King of Slaughter would habitually crush every enemy's skull to ensure his victory.
Killing intent and actual strength may not be directly proportional, but the Tang San of this moment was the one opponent no one in the City of Slaughter wished to face.
"Congratulations, young King of Slaughter." A deep, shrill voice suddenly echoed from every direction. The killing intent that Tang San had been releasing instantly surged backward at the sound of this voice, forced back down and compressed into his body. His complexion instantly turned deathly pale.