As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Chen's figure vanished.
He transformed into a blood shadow and swiftly flew out of the Clear Sky Sect.
Left behind, Tang Xiao and the others stood in stunned silence.
As they processed Tang Chen's words, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"Could it be that the Spirit Hall is really that powerful?! Even Qian Daoliu, a 99th-ranked Title Douluo, isn't the strongest within the Spirit Hall?! Does that mean there is a true deity within the Spirit Hall?"
The five elders' expressions were equally grim.
The pride and confidence they had felt upon Tang Chen's return were now significantly diminished.
If anyone else had claimed that Qian Daoliu was not the Spirit Hall's strongest, they would have scoffed.
But since it was their ancestor Tang Chen who said it, they had no choice but to believe it.
Meanwhile, within the Spirit Hall, news of Tang Chen's return quickly reached Qian Daoliu.
Hearing this, both Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile were stunned.
After all, they hadn't forgotten that Tang Chen had been stripped of his sanity by Bibi Dong and turned into the Slaughter King to manage the Slaughter City.
How could he have returned to the Clear Sky Sect?!
What had happened?
Puzzled, Qian Daoliu went to the Pope's Hall to ask Bibi Dong.
Since the Slaughter King was under Bibi Dong's control, she would know the truth.
Bibi Dong, having anticipated Qian Daoliu's arrival, spoke before he could even ask.
"Qian Daoliu, I know why you're here. It has nothing to do with me. The Slaughter King's appearance is not my doing. He received a divine decree from the Rakshasa God and left the Slaughter City to search for the person who became a deity two years ago!
His going to the Clear Sky Sect is likely because he wants to use their identity to help him in his search."
Hearing Bibi Dong's explanation, Qian Daoliu finally understood the situation.
So that's what happened.
"Haha!! Qian Daoliu, I need the Clear Sky Sect to re-emerge to help me with something. Do you agree or not?"
Just as Qian Daoliu was processing this, the Slaughter King's rough voice echoed through the Pope's Hall.
A blood shadow flashed, and the Slaughter King's burly figure appeared in the hall.
"Whoa, Lady Bibi Dong, you're here too?!"
The Slaughter King had intended to pressure Qian Daoliu, but upon seeing Bibi Dong seated on the throne, he immediately cowered like a quail and greeted her respectfully.
His previous alliance with Xiao Yu had left him terrified of Bibi Dong.
Now that he was under her control, the Slaughter King was as fearful of her as a mouse facing a cat.
He dared not show any resistance or defiance.
Seeing the Slaughter King's fear, Bibi Dong coldly snorted.
"Hmph, you and Qian Daoliu can settle your issues yourselves. Don't bother me! If you've completed your task, return to the Slaughter City immediately. Don't let me catch you causing trouble on the continent!"
Since it was a divine decree from the Rakshasa God, Bibi Dong couldn't interfere too much. As long as he didn't harm the continent, she would let him be.
Seeing that Bibi Dong wasn't blaming him, the Slaughter King breathed a sigh of relief.
After respectfully agreeing, he turned to Qian Daoliu and whispered, "Qian Daoliu, I want the Clear Sky Sect to re-emerge. Do you have any objections? If you do, let's fight. The winner decides!"
Hearing the Slaughter King's voice, so similar to Tang Chen's, Qian Daoliu fell silent for a long time before finally nodding with a complex expression.
"Fine, let's fight. Although you're not Tang Chen, you are Tang Chen. I want to see how much stronger you've become compared to back then."
In Qian Daoliu's eyes, the Slaughter King was no different from Tang Chen, except that his core had changed.
Moreover, his combat power had not weakened but had instead grown stronger.
Qian Daoliu knew that Tang Chen had already undergone the eighth trial of the Asura God, making him several times stronger than before.
If Qian Daoliu could defeat the Slaughter King, it would mean he had finally defeated Tang Chen!
If he could win this battle, Qian Daoliu would have no regrets when he eventually sacrificed himself for Xue'er.
Thus, on this ordinary day, Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, two veteran 99th-ranked Title Douluo, engaged in their final battle in a desolate valley.
Despite being a battle between two peak Title Douluo, it ended surprisingly quickly, lasting only half a day.
The result, of course, was the Slaughter King's easy victory.
During the fight, the Slaughter King didn't even use his ring explosions. He simply used the Asura Power combined with the Great Sumeru Hammer to easily defeat Qian Daoliu, who had used his ninth soul skill enhanced with Angel God's power.
"I lost so decisively... Slaughter King, are you really not a god?"
The defeated Qian Daoliu looked at the blood-shrouded Slaughter King with a complex expression.
He had expected to lose today, but not so decisively.
The Slaughter King hadn't even used his ring explosions!
He had lost...
In the end, he was still no match for Tang Chen.
If the Slaughter King could defeat him so easily, then Tang Chen could surely do the same.
Whether or not the Slaughter King was Tang Chen, he had lost, and lost thoroughly.
The gap between their power was likely not even on the same level.
The thought of such a vast difference filled Qian Daoliu with despair and disappointment.
Seeing Qian Daoliu's gloomy expression, the Slaughter King waved his hand and casually said, "How could I be a god? If I were, gods would be too cheap. At most, I'm a semi-divine being like you."
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu was puzzled. A semi-divine being like me?!
You're so much stronger than me, how can you be a semi-divine being like me?
Seeing Qian Daoliu's confusion, the Slaughter King raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of disdain, "You look like you think there's a huge gap between us. No, there isn't. Forget it, I wasn't going to explain this to you, but since we're both divine messengers, your lack of knowledge is truly disappointing."