Within the ownerless city.

There constantly were demigods and deities gathering, discussing the events of the past few days and the news that had been spread.

"Have you heard? The most powerful expert of the past, Joelson, has returned! He isn't dead!"

"Who in the entire ownerless city doesn't know of this news?"

"A few days ago, someone went to confirm. They did indeed see Joelson's figure. In addition, Terance's palace was smoothly split into two!"

"Terance didn't get angry at all. Only that lord could do that. It seems that the news is true."

"There was new news yesterday. According to Jeremy, the winner of the Selection Day can not leave the Land of Slaughter. Instead, they will be killed and become fodder for others!"

"Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. Even without Jeremy's explanation, I can guess it. If the winner can obtain freedom, why would the strongest stay here?"

"That makes sense."

"Doesn't that mean that we are raised like pigs here, waiting to be slaughtered at any time?"

At this point, everyone fell silent, showing either shock or fear.

There were also some who seemed to have known about the conspiracy of the Selection Day, showing a trace of despair in their calm expressions.

"So what? Anyway, with our strength, we have no chance of becoming the victor."

"But this is hope! The only hope in this cage! In the past, there was still a glimmer of hope for the victor to leave this place in the Land of Slaughter but now, regardless of whether we become the victor or the loser, the outcome will be death!"

"If he stays in the Land of Slaughter, he will be killed sooner or later!"

Suddenly, someone seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly shouted.

"Not good! My friend is preparing to enter the top 100. He wants to leave the Land of Slaughter on the next screening day. He doesn't know the news yet. I have to inform him!"

Hearing this, a few people immediately reacted. They turned into a ray of light together with that person and flew out of the city.

This scene was repeated all over the ownerless city.

As these people left, the news kept spreading to the Land of Slaughter.

...

In the space of the ranch.

Joelson had not been idle for the past few days. He had gotten Terance to send people to collect all the fruits of slaughter in the Land of Slaughter. Now, they were piled up in the space of the ranch.

There were about a few hundred fruits of slaughter. Joelson did not expect to have so many. So many fruits of slaughter had already exceeded what he had expected to collect.

He had only seen a few strange small trees with slaughter fruits in the Land of Slaughter.

However, according to Terance, most of the strange small trees were monopolized by the strongest. The reason why they could collect so many was that the strongest had heard the news and sent them over on their own accord to curry favor with Joelson.

Next to a pile of slaughter fruits were dozens of slaughter-type divinity fruits plucked from the divinity tree.

Fenrir was drooling as he watched from the side. He kept sniffing the fragrance coming from the fruits.

"Eat," said Joelson.

"Roar!"

Fenrir growled and licked Joelson's face a few times. Then, along with the turf on the ground, he swallowed the two piles of fruits in one gulp.

Joelson let out a bitter laugh. Looking at the large pit on the ground that was recovering and the growing grass, he didn't know what to say.

This gluttonous little fellow was too anxious.

After eating the fruits, Fenrir's aura once more rose explosively. The blood-red scales covering his body became even more dazzling, as if drops of blood would drip down at any moment.

However, Fenrir still hadn't broken through to the demigod level. He let out a low growl.

It was as though he was apologizing for not advancing to the demigod level and wasting these fruits.

Joelson stroked Fenrir's enormous head, comforting it.

Even he was somewhat surprised. These fruits added together were enough to allow an ordinary deity to advance to the peak of the demigod level!

But Fenrir, who was already a peak-level deity to begin with, had actually been unable to break through to the demigod level after eating them.

However, Joelson wasn't disappointed. Instead, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As expected of a giant dragon of slaughter. Its potential was truly enormous.

If he wanted to rise and transform, it seemed that he would still need to go through the tempering of the Dragon God Arena.

He hadn't risen to the demigod level yet, but Fenrir's current power was only a tiny bit inferior to that of a demigod.

Fenrir seemed to be agonizing over the fact that he hadn't become a demigod yet. He seemed to be extremely frustrated.

With a low growl, he flapped his wings and flew into the Dragon God Arena.

Joelson flew into the Dragon God Arena as well, nodding.

He was extremely satisfied with Fenrir's diligence. The slaughter dragons were born with a natural love for battle. Fenrir had only been born a month ago and, after a few defeats, he had already won fourteen matches.

Only the last battle left would allow him to complete all the battles in the Dragon God Arena before he became a demigod.

In the space of the ranch, before all the dragons became saints, they would have five chances to fight in the Dragon God Arena. As long as they won five battles, they would have to wait until they became saints. When saints became deities, they would have five more chances to fight.

And now, Fenrir was going to fight the last battle before he became a demigod.

Joelson's gaze turned towards Fenrir in the arena, a hint of worry appearing on his face.

His opponent was also a giant slaughter dragon and its cultivation level was the same as well. It was just that it was an ancient slaughter dragon.

Fenrir's thick, sharp, blade-like claws viciously slashed across the dragon soul's body.

However, they didn't tear the dragon soul in half. They only left behind a few bloody scars.

The dragon soul resisted Fenrir's attack and quickly counterattacked. It also slashed Fenrir's chest with its claw, leaving a deep mark. A large amount of blood gushed out from it.

"Roar!"

Fenrir was hit by the claw on the ground. He felt intense pain and roared in anger. He flew up again and charged at the dragon soul phantom.

Facing the dragon soul phantom, Fenrir was constantly frustrated. The wounds on his body were gradually getting worse.

Joelson's brows were tightly furrowed and his gaze was solemn.

Although he knew that Fenrir would not really be in danger in the Dragon God Arena, every giant dragon was like his child and he could not help but worry.

He wanted to admit defeat a few times but, in the end, he forcefully endured it.

Without experiencing the cruelest test, he would not be able to possess the most powerful strength.

"Is it still not enough?"

Looking at Fenrir, who was covered in wounds and about to be defeated, Joelson sighed.

Just as he was about to admit defeat, a dragon's roar sounded.

"Roar!"

Fenrir roared angrily. Blood mist filled the air around its body. The wounds on its body quickly recovered and its aura once again soared.

The two piles of fruits it had eaten just now contained a huge amount of the law of slaughter within its body.

After experiencing the cruel battle, it had completely digested it at this moment.

Fenrir's figure had also grown to over a hundred yards. He was even larger than the phantom of the dragon soul. His power was not inferior to that of the dragon soul either.

His ruby-like eyes were burning with strong battle intent.

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