"Asura Demon Sword, Slaughter King, God Position…"
Xin knew that the Asura God's God Position was a top-tier God Position in the God Realm, and his heart stirred for a moment.
In his previous life on Earth, countless youths were particularly fond of the Asura God.
But was this his best choice?
That question lingered in his mind, not out of greed, but calculation. Power of that level came with a path already written, and Xin was never fond of walking roads carved by others.
"Stop bothering me."
While Xin was thinking, the Asura sword was still buzzing beside him.
He casually waved his hand, slapping the Asura God Sword away, sending its blade slamming against the wall of the Hell Slaughter Arena.
The impact echoed loudly across the shattered arena walls, cracking stone and shaking dust loose from the ceiling. The entire space fell briefly into stunned silence.
However, the Asura sword picked itself up from the ground and flew back, its blade slightly bent, looking somewhat aggrieved:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I just want to stay by your side, don't abandon me~"
Its voice—if one could call its resonance a voice—now carried an almost pleading tone, completely unlike the oppressive divine weapon it was rumored to be. The contrast was so extreme that even the surrounding killers doubted their senses.
The Asura Demon Sword!
This was the Asura Demon Sword!
It was actually so subservient!
This scene greatly astonished Tang Chen.
This was a treatment he had never received.
His expression froze for a rare moment of disbelief, as if witnessing a truth that overturned everything he had understood about the sword for his entire life.
He recalled that when he first faced the Asura Demon Sword, it exuded terrifying killing intent throughout its body, and he paid a heavy price to acquire it, yet it remained indifferent to him, and he could never obtain its true power.
Back then, every attempt to approach it felt like walking toward death itself. Blood, pressure, and rejection were all he received. The sword had never responded with warmth—only judgment.
Tang Chen looked incredulously at this exquisite young man, who, though in darkness, was not eroded by it, as the shouts of the Slaughterers echoed in his ears.
The more he observed, the more unreal everything felt. Xin stood in the center of a domain built from slaughter, yet he did not resemble someone who belonged to it. Instead, it was as though the darkness itself had been forced to acknowledge him.
Although this young man had not yet transformed into the Slaughter King, the adoration and madness of everyone here for him already surpassed that for the former Slaughter King.
Even the black-veiled maidens and Slaughter Messengers, who loyally served the Slaughter King, now had blushes on their faces beneath their veils and masks, cheering and shouting:
"The new Slaughter King is so handsome!"
"We welcome your rule!"
"Under your command, Slaughter City will surely become even stronger and more prosperous!"
"The Hell Savior calls him teacher!"
"Even the Hell Savior dares to change the rules of Slaughter City; their teacher will surely give us a better living environment!"
Voices overlapped into a rising tide of fervor, spreading through the arena like wildfire. The atmosphere was no longer just excitement—it was belief taking shape.
Apart from a very small number of external cultivators, most villains who entered Slaughter City did not aim to become powerful individuals, but merely to survive.
However, upon entering Slaughter City, they discovered that there were only two choices: be killed by others, or kill others.
And they could not leave this place!
Now, under Xin's Divine Show Cherry Heaven Domain, the mind-bewitching and killing poisons in the Bloody Mary were suppressed, and these Slaughterers regained some rationality. Both the young man's appearance and temperament, as well as his teaching philosophy, had already conquered the Slaughterers of Slaughter City.