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The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud has two more abilities, which are Vast Sea Raging Waves and Cosmic Demon-Braker. Both of them are used for attacking. I cannot say for sure how powerful these two attacking abilities are, but they should not be weak. Every attack requires me to pour in all of my spirit power. The strange thing is that no matter how much spirit power I have, I can always unleash its power. However, before we go out to the sea, I still need to visit one place first.
Hearing this, Dugu Bo asked in confusion, Where are you going? What else do you have to do?
Tang Chen slowly turned around. His gaze seemed to pierce through the walls of the hall, looking toward the vast but turbulent land to the southwest. He spoke four words quietly.
Spirit Empire.
Spirit Empire?! Dugu Bo eyes widened in shock. He asked almost immediately, Why are you going there? Qian Daoliu is currently staying in Spirit City. That is not a safe place at all. Also, our relationship with Spirit Hall is terrible.
Spirit Hall and the Spirit Empire were on opposite sides during the battle at Iron Wall Pass. Bibi Dong had died directly at the hands of Tang Chen. In the view of Dugu Bo, going deep into enemy territory at this moment was extremely dangerous.
A deep, mysterious light flashed in the eyes of Tang Chen. His voice remained steady as he spoke.
I am going to meet an old friend, the Slaughter King.
The Slaughter King? Hearing this, Dugu Bo was surprised. Then he remembered the recent reports. That terrifying person did not return to the Slaughter City. Instead, he was destroying things inside the borders of the Spirit Empire.
That is correct, Tang Chen nodded slightly. According to the latest reports, after Bibi Dong died, the Slaughter King did not stop. He is heading toward Spirit City, destroying cities and towns along the way. Spirit Hall, or the current Spirit Empire, has lost a lot of strength, but Qian Daoliu is still there. The foundation of their sect is to eliminate evil and maintain order. Now, a powerful monster like the Slaughter King is openly killing people in their territory. He is destroying their dignity and faith. Do you think Qian Daoliu and Spirit Hall will just sit and watch?
Dugu Bo instantly understood the meaning of Tang Chen. He took a deep breath and said, You mean Spirit Hall, or rather Qian Daoliu, will probably fight the Slaughter King himself?
Tang Chen spoke with absolute certainty.
It is not just possible, it is certain. Qian Renxue just became the ruler, and her position is not stable yet. She needs to make the people trust her and restore her respect. Destroying a massive threat like the Slaughter King is the best way to show her power. Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others are probably not strong enough to defeat the Slaughter King when he has the Asura Demon Sword. So, the person who will finally fight him is very likely to be Qian Daoliu himself.
As he said this, the mysterious light in the eyes of Tang Chen became even stronger.
One of them is a rank ninety-nine Titled Douluo, the protector of the Angel God, who cannot be defeated in the sky. The other is the ruler of the Slaughter City, the ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Chen, who holds the divine Asura Demon Sword. He is a terrifying person with unbelievable power. If they start to fight each other, when they both get hurt and tired, I will have a great opportunity.
He did not finish his sentence, but his meaning was very clear. He wanted to wait for both sides to weaken each other so he could take advantage of the situation.
Several days passed under a bloody sky. The advancing speed of the Slaughter King never stopped for a single moment. He was like a machine of destruction that never grew tired. He moved straight toward Spirit City along his chosen path. Everywhere he walked, no matter how big the town was or how strong the defenses were, the place became a terrible graveyard and a living hell.
Chisha Town was a border town known for producing red sand. Before the morning mist could disappear completely, the figure of the Slaughter King appeared. He wore a dark red cloak, and his face was as pale as a dead body. He stood at the entrance of the town like the shadow of death.
The first people to suffer were a group of Spirit Empire border guards who were patrolling outside the town. There were twenty well-equipped soldiers. Their leader was a four-ring Spirit Ancestor. None of them even had enough time to sound the alarm.
The Slaughter King did not even slow his steps. He simply waved his pale hand in a casual way. Instantly, dozens of dark red blood thorns appeared in the air. They were as thin as small needles but as fast as lightning. They flew out like a swarm of angry bees.
These blood thorns completely ignored the spirit power shields and the hard armor of the soldiers. They pierced through them easily. Every soldier who was hit began to shake violently. Their faces turned gray in a moment. All the blood in their bodies was forced out by an invisible power. The blood flowed back into the body of the Slaughter King through the blood thorns.
In just a few seconds, the group of living soldiers became twenty dry corpses. They were still holding their weapons. Their eyes were wide with anger, but they had no life left. They all fell heavily to the ground.
The alarm bell at the town entrance was struck only once before it stopped suddenly. The head of the bell ringer had been cut off by a flying blood blade.
Panic spread through the entire town like a disease.
A monster is coming! Run away quickly!
Cries, screams, and the sound of running feet mixed together. The citizens pulled their families along, running toward the other side of the town in great fear. A few brave townspeople and low-level spirit masters tried to fight back to buy some time for their families to escape.
Fight him! Third Spirit Ability, Earth Wall! Fire the arrows! First Spirit Ability, Fireball! Second Spirit Ability, Wind Blade!
Different lights from spirit abilities appeared, and arrows flew through the air. However, all of these efforts were completely useless against the Slaughter King. He did not even use the Asura Demon Sword. He only expanded the dark red killing intent around his body a little bit.
The moment the arrows entered the area of his killing intent, they slowed down quickly. Then they were destroyed by the killing intent inside the domain, turning into dust and falling to the ground. The low-level spirit abilities like the fireball, wind blade, and earth wall vanished silently the moment they touched the killing intent. They could not cause any trouble at all.
Ants, the Slaughter King said with a cold laugh. His red eyes were calm as he took a step forward. A bright red light exploded with him at the center. This time, it was not small thorns. It was countless twisted red streams of blood that looked alive. These blood streams moved like tentacles or whips from hell. They spread down the streets, into the houses, and into every corner at a fast speed.
They caught the fleeing citizens, entered the bodies of the spirit masters who tried to fight, and even broke through walls to pull out people who were hiding in basements and attics.
Ah! My leg! Help me! Save me! My child! No!
Terrible screams filled the air and drowned out every other sound. The people who were caught or pierced by the blood streams changed quickly. No matter their age or gender, and no matter if they were spirit masters or ordinary citizens, their bodies dried up fast. Their life force and spirit power were taken away completely. Their skin pressed tightly against their bones, their eyes sank deep into their heads, and their mouths stayed wide open. They could not make any sounds anymore. They became dry corpses in great pain and fear.
The streets and houses were soon covered with many dry corpses. The blood did not flow on the ground because it was absorbed by the red blood streams. Only dark stains remained on the earth. The whole town smelled like metal and death.
Sometimes, one or two spirit masters with higher cultivation levels managed to avoid the first wave of attacks by using their speed. They tried to escape through the air or from the sides. But the Slaughter King only looked up slightly.
A sharp beam of red light shot from his finger faster than the eye could see. A Spirit Emperor who had just jumped into the air suddenly stopped. A large hole appeared in his chest, and he fell down without his heart. Another Spirit King who ran out from an alley was caught by a red chain that appeared from nowhere. He was dragged into the domain of the Slaughter King and died just like the others.
It was a complete slaughter. There was no real battle or resistance. It was just a one-sided harvesting of lives. Before this terrifying power, numbers and courage meant nothing.
After half an hour, the town became completely quiet. The wind blew through the empty streets and broken windows, making a sad sound. Just as the Slaughter King was about to leave the town, a feather fell from the gray sky without any warning.
It was not a normal feather. It was made of pure, beautiful gold. It had a soft light around it, and it dropped golden dust as it fell. Above this ruined town filled with death, the golden feather looked very strange and out of place. It landed gently three steps away from the Slaughter King.
The red eyes of the Slaughter King shrank immediately. This was not because the feather had a lot of destructive energy, but because of the aura it carried. It was pure, bright, holy, and full of order. It was the exact opposite of his bloody and evil domain. They rejected each other completely.
With the feather at the center, the dark red ground began to make a burning sound. White smoke with a holy smell rose into the air. The smell of death and blood began to fade away.
Before the Slaughter King could react, a grand, solemn sound came from high above the sky. A bright golden pillar of light descended from the clouds and covered the Slaughter King completely. The moment it appeared, the slaughter domain of the Slaughter King made a loud sound and was forced to shrink by several feet. The killing intent and blood inside his domain melted under the holy light.
The Slaughter King felt a burning pain deep inside his soul. His mind, which was filled with anger, felt very irritated. Even the massive spirit power inside his body became slow.
He made a low sound of anger and looked up. His red eyes pierced through the golden light to see the source high in the gray sky.
A figure in a simple golden robe was floating there. His face looked old, and his eyes were as calm as cold water, but they contained a powerful light. Six large angel wings made of holy light spread out behind him. Every time they moved, golden spots of light fell down.
This person was Qian Daoliu. He was the High Priest of Spirit Hall, a rank ninety-nine Titled Douluo, and the guardian of Spirit Hall.
The moment the Slaughter King looked into the golden eyes of Qian Daoliu, many old memories suddenly rushed into his mind like a flood. He saw tall mountains, huge hammer shadows, and heard loud laughter.
A sharp pain tore through his soul, causing the Slaughter King to roar. He pressed his pale hand against his head. The red light in his eyes flashed wildly, showing pain and confusion. Those memory fragments came too fast, making him lose himself for a moment.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu looked down at the painful and bloody eyes of the Slaughter King. His calm face showed surprise. A strange feeling of familiarity rose in his heart. This feeling was too familiar. He wondered who this person really was.
Who are you? You want to die! The Slaughter King roared with anger, and his dark red slaughter domain exploded outward. At the same time, his pale hand grabbed the air, and the dark red demon sword appeared from under his cloak. His red eyes locked onto Qian Daoliu. His body became a blur, leaving a dark red shadow behind.
His real body moved hundreds of meters instantly, appearing right above Qian Daoliu. He did not use any fancy moves. He just swung a dark red blade of light made of sword energy and Asura power. Everywhere the light passed, the space was cut open, leaving a long black crack. The ground below was split open by the pressure.
The power of this single strike was much stronger than what he used against Bibi Dong before. The Slaughter King knew Qian Daoliu was very strong, so he used his most dangerous attack right from the beginning.