In the dark small room, Wang Zhong sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands clasped over his lower abdomen. The sweat beading on his forehead and his trembling body proved his current struggle.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the previously distinct ice and fire realms were now engulfed in a dense red mist. The Crimson Fire Apricot Blossom and the Eight-Angled Profound Ice Grass were completely obscured, and the colossal, ancient clock flickered in and out of sight.
The verdant green light mass representing the Tree Martial Soul remained unaffected within the thick fog, but the fiery red light mass, symbolizing the little fox, was clearly troubled.
The red light mass spun incessantly, spewing forth waves of red mist like a waterfall, plunging from the sky to inundate the sea of spiritual energy. Everything was submerged.
This red mist was none other than killing intent!
Due to Wang Zhong's constant challenges in the Slaughter City and the unique toxins and divine power permeating the air, the little fox's set of soul bones, obtained from the Death Canyon, was agitated. The ancient, boundless killing aura from the soul bones overflowed, drowning the entire Sea of Consciousness.
Moreover, this overflow was the absolute minimum the little fox could control!
As a Beast Lord of ancient times, known for subjugating other beasts through slaughter, the little fox's ferocity and killing intent were earth-shattering! The so-called God of Slaughter, the Asura, in terms of killing aura alone, could not compare to a ten-thousandth of it!
This killing aura had brought Wang Zhong immense suffering and was the root of his burgeoning brutality and thirst for combat.
Heavy, rapid breaths echoed clearly in the empty room. Sweat soaked his body. Wang Zhong gritted his teeth, fiercely suppressing the urge to kill that surged from the depths of his soul, preventing himself from becoming a puppet controlled by the killing intent.
However, this suppression was pushing him to his absolute limit.
He slowly opened his eyes. His once verdant green irises were now completely fiery red, emitting an endless crimson glow. Coupled with the ferocious contortion of his face from desperately suppressing his killing desire, Wang Zhong now resembled a malevolent ghost or a fierce god, exuding a monstrous blood aura.
"Too much, too much!"
"Even though the little fox is trying its best to control it, and the killing intent seeping from the soul bones is less than a thousandth, it is still an unimaginable amount for me."
"To be able to control it this far is the result of me sinking my Wisdom Soul Bone to the bottom of my Sea of Consciousness and desperately converting spiritual energy. But this method is like trying to quench a burning cart with a cup of water. The speed at which the killing intent overflows far surpasses the speed of my spiritual energy growth!"
"If this continues, within fifty days at most, I will be completely submerged by this killing intent, becoming a humanoid beast that only knows how to kill."
Wang Zhong propped himself up on the bed, his hands gripping the hard wooden planks so tightly that they splintered. Sweat streamed down like a river, soaking the bedsheet. He gritted his teeth and roared.
His current state was comparable to wearing the unbearable Nine-Tailed Fox Garment. Killing intent occupied his Sea of Consciousness, dominating his physical body. If things progressed as he feared, no one could help him escape that state.
The little fox could not. The Tree Martial Soul could, but Wang Zhong did not want to use it. Because using the Tree Martial Soul would mean purifying all the killing intent within him. At that point, his coveted Slaughter God Domain would become a joke.
Without killing intent, how could he pass through the Hell Road to condense the Slaughter God Domain!
Fifty days had passed, and Wang Zhong had fought fifty battles. He had completed half of the hundred battles required to become the champion. To have to give up now was unimaginable for Wang Zhong.
The little fox had said it could let the Tree Martial Soul purify some of the killing intent, allowing him to adapt. But Wang Zhong was stubborn and eccentric. If he decided to do something, he would do it to the best of his ability. Purifying some of the killing intent would indeed make him feel much easier, but wasn't that choice akin to deliberately reducing the weight during training and prolonging the training time!
It was self-deception!
"I must find a way to control this killing intent!"
"Who!"
Wang Zhong turned his head abruptly. He sensed someone had arrived at the door.
His blood-red gaze fixed on the doorway. Under the influence of the killing intent, he was ready to erupt and kill at any moment.
"I."
A clear, cold voice sounded. Asura pushed open the door and entered. Her beautiful eyes stared at Wang Zhong on the bed, filled with admiration and longing.
To maintain his self-awareness amidst such immense killing intent, Asura was incredibly satisfied with Wang Zhong. If he had already passed the Hell Road and condensed the Slaughter God Domain, she would have wanted to guide him towards becoming an Asura God and her next master.
"What are you doing here again!" Wang Zhong was extremely annoyed by Asura's appearance.
In the thirty days since they met, she had appeared at his home every other day. Wang Zhong was naturally quiet, and under the influence of the killing intent, he had become more violent. If she hadn't lacked malice, and he hadn't repeatedly restrained himself, it was questionable whether Asura would still be alive.
"I came to see you."
Asura walked to Wang Zhong's bedside and leaned in, gazing at him with concern in her eyes.
"Get out!" Wang Zhong frowned deeply, his blood-colored eyes filled with coldness. She was too close!
"It's painful, isn't it! To maintain your consciousness amidst such terrifying killing intent, that torment is like being submerged in a sea of molten lava. If only you could escape it, you would no longer suffer."
"But it's as if an unbreakable iron lock binds you within the sea of fire, rendering you immobile, forcing you to endure."
"This is the price and truth of slaughter!"
Asura's palm reached out to caress Wang Zhong's cheek. She had attempted this gesture several times in the past thirty days, but none had succeeded, and this time was no exception.
Wang Zhong tightly clasped her slightly cool and soft palm and forcefully flung it away, suppressing his anger as he said, "I said, get out!"
"Didn't you hear me!"
Asura withdrew her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly. She smiled lightly, "I heard you, but I don't want to leave."
"And I know you need me right now."
A ferocious glint appeared in his eyes, but Wang Zhong suppressed it. He said coldly, "I don't need you. If you don't leave now, even though I know you have no ill intentions towards me, I will kill you!"
"No, you won't," Asura shook her head gently, her long hair flowing. Her tone was serious and persistent.
"I understand you, and I have seen through you!"
"That stubbornness within the killing intent is pride and a desire for strength. You don't wish to fall into slaughter and become a demon because you have someone in your heart that you must protect at all costs, someone who must not be harmed."
"I can help you achieve all of this!"
"Here, accept me!"
Asura's eyes became distant, filled with greed and an overwhelmingly possessive desire.
A divine sword possesses a spirit and seeks a master to emerge!
At that moment, Wang Zhong's pupils suddenly contracted. He seemed to see a massive black and red long sword, two meters in length, appear where Asura stood. It lasted only an instant.
In this brief moment of distraction, Asura had cupped Wang Zhong's face in her hands, her voice fiery and intense.
"You are mine! And I am also yours!"
Her crimson lips pressed lightly against his. They were as cool as her hands, carrying a faint scent of blood.
Their lips touched, with no other action. After a long time, they separated. Asura lightly traced her red lips with her fingers and smiled enchantingly, "We are indeed very compatible!"
"Wang Zhong, that's your name, right."
"I'll be waiting for you to come to me! Take me away!"
Asura's figure slowly dissipated, turning into fragments of light. In Wang Zhong's left eye, a ferocious symbol appeared.
Asura God!