Title: The Crimson Sacrifice and the Hunter's Judgment
"Is there a chance to survive if I sacrifice?!"
The Slaughter King's voice cracked under the pressure of the sword, his pride collapsing like shattered glass.
"SACRIFICE! I choose to sacrifice!"
His eyes flickered wildly as desperation took over. The blade at his glabella had already pierced his fate—he could feel it. Death was not approaching; it was already standing inside his mind.
Then, abruptly, he shouted again:
"But can I sacrifice to you instead of your disciple?!"
"I am a Nine-ring Spirit Master—what do you say?!"
Boom!
A violent crimson burst erupted from his soul, as though something ancient and sealed had finally been released. A colossal figure materialized in midair—a Nine-Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King, its aura thick with decay, slaughter, and madness.
Its nine heads twisted simultaneously, each eye locking onto Xin.
The crimson Domain spread instantly, swallowing the fractured arena once more. The suppression upon the disciples weakened for a moment, and their spirit seals trembled as their hidden power structures were forcibly revealed.
Even the killing intent surrounding Xin faded slightly under the forced contract of sacrifice law.
The Nine-Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King circled once in the air, its gaze sharpening.
Then it chose.
"I choose this God of Slaughter—Nine Nether Demoness—as my sacrifice master."
Xin's eyes shifted slightly.
"Zhuqing," he said calmly, "release the Hunter's Vigil. Let it accommodate its soul."
Zhu Zhuqing's consciousness was still shaken from the impact of the battle. Her vision blurred, thoughts fragmented—but the moment Xin's voice reached her, everything stabilized.
No hesitation remained.
"Hunter's Vigil… activate!"
BOOM—
A vast and eerie structure unfolded behind her.
The Hunter's Vigil Hall emerged like a realm cut from the depths of hell itself. Unlike Slaughter City's madness, this was something colder—more orderly, more absolute.
Lava rivers burned without sound. Blades rained in perfect rhythm. Black chains moved like living judgment. Every layer of the domain felt like punishment given form.
The Nine-Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King paused.
Then it laughed.
"This place… is beautiful!"
Its voice trembled with excitement instead of fear.
"You actually cultivated such a Domain! This hellish palace is simply perfect!"
It darted through the hall like a creature returning home, greedily absorbing the structure of the space.
"Immortal!" it roared, turning back toward Xin. "If I reside in your disciple's body, would you still dare to strike me?"
The implication was clear.
A sacrifice contract was not simple submission—it was binding law. Once established, the host could not easily be destroyed without backlash.
Yet Xin remained unmoved.
Behind him, another structure rose.
A far greater presence unfolded.
The Hunter's Tower.
It was not merely a domain—it was authority made manifest. Vast, layered, and overwhelming, it descended like a pillar supporting the heavens.
Ning Rongrong, still regaining her breath, stared up at it in disbelief.
"Teacher Xin's… is so big and fierce…"
No one corrected her.
Because eight Hunter Kings appeared at once.
Each one radiated a cold, judgmental aura that did not belong to slaughter—but to punishment itself.
They descended upon the Bloody Crimson Bat King.
And then—
They grabbed it.
Not once.
Not gently.
They rotated it through fire pits, frozen chambers, blade storms, and blood corridors inside the Hunter's Vigil like a sentencing ritual with no end.
The once-arrogant creature screamed.
"I WAS WRONG! I WAS TRULY WRONG!"
"I AM WILLING! I AM WILLING TO SACRIFICE!"
"PLEASE! ALLOW ME A PLACE IN THE HUNTER'S VIGIL FOR RECOVERY! I BEG FOR A SLIVER OF REBIRTH CHANCE!"
Silence followed.
Xin looked at it for a moment.
Then spoke.
"Permitted."
If you want, I can continue the next part where the sacrifice contract fully binds and the Slaughter King's origin gets revealed.