Asura Domain: the evolved form of the Killing God Domain.
It multiplies the user's aura, weakens all enemies within by 40%, while amplifying the user's strength by 200%.
Inside the Asura Domain, the murderous aura becomes tangible, condensing into the phantom of an Asura.
At the same time, the domain skill Killing Assault evolved into the Asura Spiral Slaughter Formation.
Lin Fan could only sigh in awe—truly worthy of the word "sublimation." Its power had leapt to an entirely new level.
And this was just the beginning. He could sense that his Asura Domain was still in its initial stage—it could grow stronger through further slaughter.
But the most exhilarating part was yet to come.
Hovering in front of him was a milky-white halo—the attribute-less spirit ring capable of growing to 200,000 years.
With his current strength, Lin Fan had full confidence that he could unleash his ultimate potential.
Forget 200,000 years—even at 300,000 or 400,000, he had faith he could handle it.
Still, he couldn't resist grumbling:
"System, you're too stingy—only a 200,000-year maximum spirit ring?"
But complaints aside, this spirit ring was his.
Having already absorbed two such rings before, Lin Fan was well-practiced. Calmly, he began the ritual once again.
This time, however, unlike in the past, the growth didn't stop at 100,000 years. It kept climbing.
110,000… 120,000… 190,000… 200,000 years.
When it reached 200,000 years, the spirit ring turned scarlet red.
Yet, unlike a pure-red 100,000-year ring, this scarlet one bore a golden vein across its surface.
Lin Fan understood: every additional 100,000 years would add another golden vein. At nine veins—one million years—the ring would transform into pure gold.
For most, even one 100,000-year spirit ring was a miracle. Spirit rings beyond that? Practically impossible.
Lin Fan grinned.
"200,000-year spirit ring—come!"
He summoned his Slaughter Sword Martial Spirit, guiding the ring into fusion.
As expected, the moment the spirit ring's power poured in, Lin Fan—already standing on the threshold of Rank 98—was pushed over completely.
Brutally, violently, he broke through into Rank 98 Titled Douluo.
With a spirit ring of this level, even a pig could ascend to the heavens.
His Slaughter Sword now pulsed with five blood-red rings, each glowing brilliantly.
The chamber shook, overflowing with Lin Fan's majestic soul power.
At that moment, one thought filled his heart:
I am terrifyingly strong now!
[Ding! New mission available]
[Defeat the Slaughter King of the Slaughter City. Overturn fate and seize the super divine weapon, the Asura Demon Sword.]
[Reward: All spirit rings on the First Martial Spirit (Blue Shadow Sword) will increase by 10,000 years.]
Lin Fan twitched his lips.
"I knew it! The system never sent me here for anything good!"
—
A day later, he finally left his chamber.
Hu Liena wasn't inside hers. Instead, Lin Fan heard roaring cheers outside—the Hell Slaughter Arena had begun again.
Sure enough, he arrived to find Hu Liena on the stage, drenched in blood yet fighting fiercely.
She wielded a twenty-centimeter dagger, alternating hands as she struck. Her small frame moved with deadly agility.
Compared to Lin Fan's overwhelming style, her battles were far more desperate, far more vicious.
"Congratulations, contestant 9525, on achieving thirty-two consecutive wins!"
The enforcer recorded her tally.
9525—Hu Liena's number in the Slaughter City.
Her fair neck and cheeks were streaked with blood, making her beauty all the more haunting.
When she returned to Lin Fan's side, only then did the spectators notice his presence.
"Demon King!"
"He's here? Is he going to open the Hell Road today?"
Panting slightly, Hu Liena asked, "Elder Lin, are you going to challenge the Hell Road?"
"Not yet. I came to watch you. But today is a fine day," Lin Fan replied calmly.
With a sharp whoosh, he leapt onto the stage where nine corpses still lay. Turning to face the stands, his voice rang out like thunder:
"Everyone! I believe it's time the master of this Slaughter City was replaced!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"I, contestant 9517, hereby challenge the Slaughter King!"
Chaos erupted.
"The Demon King—what is he doing?!"
"What? Challenging the Slaughter King?!"
"He's gone mad! We can't even use spirit skills here—forget the Slaughter King, even the enforcement squad is untouchable!"
"Ridiculous! Just because he's called Demon King, he thinks he really is one?"
Only Hu Liena remained calm. She knew Lin Fan possessed the Killing God Domain, allowing him to ignore the restriction on spirit skills. Clearly, he had grown even stronger.
One enforcer, who hadn't yet left the arena, stepped forward coldly.
"9517, do you even know what it means to challenge the great Slaughter King? You've signed your own death warrant!"
Lin Fan ignored him, instead raising his eyes to the palace above.
"Slaughter King! What's wrong? Don't you dare come out and accept my challenge?"
Boom!
From the palace roof, a crimson pillar of energy shot skyward.
Two figures descended—one cloaked in red, one veiled in black.
The Slaughter King hovered five meters above Lin Fan, while the black-gauze maiden landed in front of Hu Liena.
"Impudent 9517! How dare you insult the great King!" the maiden shouted.
Lin Fan dismissed her with disdain, fixing his gaze on the Slaughter King.
"Slaughter King—today we settle this! Winner takes all. Life or death!"
The Slaughter King's voice was deep and sharp, yet regal.
"Demon King. I thought you had come to your senses. You refused my reward, and you refused the Hell Road. But this… this I did not expect."
"Are you truly certain you wish to challenge me?"
Lin Fan's expression hardened into frost.
"You heard me clearly. Before all present, I declare—I challenge you, the Slaughter King!"
"Do you dare?"
The Slaughter King burst into mocking laughter.
"Hah! Fool! Within my Slaughter City, your life and death are mine to command. I thought you wise—but you are nothing but a fool."
"Since you insist on dying, I shall grant your wish. Before these witnesses, you challenged me openly. Even if the Killing God returns, my name will remain justified!"
"Kill him!" he ordered.
"Yes, my King!"
The enforcer released his martial spirit—a blood-red wolf, eight spirit rings rising around him.
"9517! The Hell Road could have left you a sliver of hope, but to challenge the King himself? You deserve death!
Fifth Soul Skill—Earth-Splitting Blood Demon Claw!"
A massive blood claw burst from the ground, lashing toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's eyes gleamed coldly.
"Slaughter King—your test is pointless. But I don't mind showing you a glimpse of what true power is."
"First Soul Skill—Fatal Strike!"
Boom!
A scarlet wave of energy erupted from Lin Fan, his sword cleaving through the claw—and the enforcer along with it—in a single devastating strike.
The crowd froze.
Hovering above the arena, Lin Fan's body gleamed with the aura of five 100,000-year scarlet spirit rings.
Hu Liena nearly dropped her dagger in shock.
"Five… 100,000-year rings?!"
The Slaughter King's expression darkened with disbelief.
You… you possess the Killing God Domain!