Chapter 245: Battle with the King of Slaughter
As soon as the King of Slaughter heard Tang Chen's name, his entire demeanor changed, his face twisting with rage, and a murderous aura began to seep out.
Before the King of Slaughter could say another word, Yang Potian summoned his Soul-Piercing Spear, taking advantage of the King of Slaughter's momentary distraction to lunge forward.
However, the King of Slaughter reacted swiftly, his hands transforming into claws to block Yang Potian's attack. But Yang Potian had planned this strike carefully, waiting for the perfect moment of distraction. The spear's powerful, razor-sharp aura aimed to pierce through everything in its path.
The King of Slaughter's claws were wounded, forcing him back several meters, blood flowing from wounds that seemed reluctant to heal.
Furious, the King of Slaughter shouted, "Slaughter God, you dare ambush me just to see Tang Chen?"
Ignoring his words, Yang Potian activated his nine soul rings—five black and four red. Even the King of Slaughter felt immense pressure from those four red rings.
At that moment, a surge of blood-red light erupted from the King of Slaughter, engulfing Yang Potian. This deadly aura was even more potent than Yang Potian's Slaughter God Domain, revealing itself as the evolved version, the Domain of Slaughter—a unique domain only Tang Chen possessed.
Yang Potian's body radiated with two flashes of light: one white from the Slaughter God Domain and another golden from the Soul-Piercing Domain. The energies of Gengjin (metal essence) and murderous intent clashed with the Domain of Slaughter, competing for control of the space and causing explosions, much like his earlier clash with Qian Daoliu.
Tang Chen's Domain of Slaughter was formidable, and within the City of Slaughter, using soul skills was impossible without the Slaughter God Domain.
Gripping the Soul-Piercing Spear with both hands, Yang Potian struck toward the King of Slaughter. The combined power of the Slaughter God and Soul-Piercing Domains infused his spear with a brilliant crimson-gold hue.
With the thrust, the spear tore open a rift in the Domain of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter swung his claws again, trying to fend off the attack, but this strike was fiercer and faster than the last. Another massive wound appeared on his hand, golden energy seeping from the cut, corroding his flesh.
The King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes filled with disbelief. He hadn't expected Yang Potian to breach his domain head-on, and the strength of that blow was beyond anything he'd imagined.
"Slaughter God, it's unbelievable. In less than ten years, you've gained this level of power. Not only do you have four one-hundred-thousand-year soul rings, but your soul power has reached level ninety-nine."
Yang Potian sneered. "King of Slaughter, there's much you don't know. Today, I'll send you to hell."
With a roar, the King of Slaughter raised his hands, emitting waves of blood-red light. The corrosive, otherworldly energy rippling from him seemed to be the power of Asura itself.
In an instant, Yang Potian's two domains began to tremble as the King of Slaughter unleashed the full force of his evolved Domain of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter laughed darkly. "How does my Domain of Slaughter feel? It's the most dominant domain in the City of Slaughter. Even with your two domains, you're barely holding your ground. Here, I am sovereign."
Ignoring his taunts, Yang Potian intensified his assault. Though the Domain of Slaughter was powerful, it was only equal to the combined might of Yang Potian's two domains. He held back his third domain, determined to keep a trump card hidden.
Yang Potian's figure flashed, and the Soul-Piercing Spear pulsed with a dragon-like aura as he unleashed his fifth soul skill: Tyrant Dragon Annihilation Strike.
The King of Slaughter took more wounds as Yang Potian's attacks grew fiercer, his body now pulsing with strange energy.
Dark runes appeared all over the King of Slaughter, making him seem like a demonic god descending. A small blood-red sword mark emerged between his eyebrows, similar to the Seagod Trident mark Tang Yue had after completing the Seagod's Nine Trials.
Enveloped in a blood-red aura, the King of Slaughter easily blocked Yang Potian's fifth soul skill. As his aura intensified, his power surged exponentially, transforming him into an Asura-like being.
Yang Potian realized that the King of Slaughter was now drawing upon Tang Chen's power, even using the Asura divine power Tang Chen had acquired. However, Yang Potian remained fearless, confident he could face even Tang Chen himself.
Soul rings glowing, Yang Potian activated his eighth soul skill: Behemoth's Earth Splitter.
His Soul-Piercing Spear transformed into a massive golden weapon, charging toward the King of Slaughter, aiming to pierce him through. The King of Slaughter's face twisted as if struggling internally, as though two souls were fighting for control.
Amid a burst of blood-red light, his claws suddenly transformed into a blood-colored Clear Sky Hammer, which he swung at Yang Potian's spear, a blow heavy with immense divine power.
The two weapons collided, but the hammer shattered instantly. Without any soul skills to empower it, it was no match for Yang Potian's eighth soul skill, a supreme one-hundred-thousand-year ability.
The King of Slaughter seemed to be in agony, speaking through gritted teeth. "Slaughter God, I'll let you meet Tang Chen, but you must agree to leave the City of Slaughter."
Yang Potian's expression turned deadly serious. "I don't intend to meet Tang Chen—I intend to rid the world of him."
With that, he charged again, activating his eighth soul skill's first move: Golden Behemoth Strike. The slash from his spear threatened to tear the very space apart.
In response, the King of Slaughter's Clear Sky Hammer reformed into a massive blood-red sword, which he swung at Yang Potian, his entire body infused with a crimson glow, wielding the sword as if to slice through all creation.
In this earth-shattering clash, Yang Potian was knocked back ten meters, while the King of Slaughter staggered back two meters. The impact split the room open, transforming it into a vast, cratered battlefield.
In the center of the massive crater, a golden figure and a blood-red figure stood, glowing with power. Yang Potian's spear now bore a small crack, a sign of the tremendous force it had endured.
Yang Potian's spear had absorbed nine soul rings, giving it incredible weight, strength, and gold-element essence. It was nearly a divine artifact. But the King of Slaughter's Asura Demonic Sword was a true super-divine weapon, even surpassing the Seagod's Trident.
That last clash had been an encounter of soul power versus divine might, and Yang Potian had felt an undeniable suppression, as if facing a god himself.
Blood dripped from Yang Potian's mouth, and a large wound marred his arm, inflicted by the Asura Demonic Sword. A strange power lingered in the wound, corroding his body and significantly reducing his healing ability.
Yet, he seemed more excited than ever, savoring the intensity of battle. Yang Potian summoned six additional soul rings, bringing his total to fifteen, the new six all shining red, making his body gleam with a metallic, golden sheen.
The King of Slaughter stared in disbelief. "Impossible! No soul master can wield this many rings at once!"
"You're right. I have twin martial souls, allowing me to wield both sets of rings simultaneously. This is my full strength—hope it meets your expectations."
Yang Potian activated his right leg soul bone skill, Swift Speed, boosting his speed dramatically. His spear now flashed with thunderous power, every strike carrying the might of a storm.
The King of Slaughter, wielding the Asura Demonic Sword, gave everything he had to defend, but Yang Potian's superior speed and power overwhelmed him. Even as he used divine power, he only managed to leave shallow wounds on Yang Potian, which healed instantly thanks to his first soul ring's ability.
With his balanced dual soul cores, Yang Potian's soul power was practically endless.
Within minutes, the King of Slaughter's body was covered in wounds, his blood-red aura weakening. His defeat was now certain.
(End of Chapter)
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