Hearing that Qian Renshang had finally agreed, Lucifer burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the darkness, carrying a triumphant and arrogant arrogance.
A million souls were enough for him to resurrect, and Qian Renshang understood this too—this was a deal with a demon! But he didn't care now!
He had once held the greatest goodwill towards this world, but how had the world repaid him?
Betrayal, abandonment… goodwill was useless now!
He had only one thought: revenge!
Lucifer laughed heartily!
"Very good, from now on, you are my representative, Lucifer's representative."
His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with evil and temptation.
"Pleasure doing business with you!"
With that, Lucifer stretched out a hand, his fingertips flashing with dark light, the light like thick ink, exuding endless evil and mystery.
The light gradually gathered into a black mark, flying towards Qian Renshang's forehead.
Qian Renshang felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if countless red-hot needles were piercing him simultaneously.
Immediately afterward, a powerful and malevolent force spread throughout his body.
That force, like a surging tide, relentlessly assaulted his meridians and internal organs.
"Ah!" he roared in agony, his voice echoing throughout the dark space.
His body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf in a storm, unable to move.
The surrounding dark energy seemed to be drawn in, rushing wildly into his body.
That dark energy, like cold, venomous snakes, quickly coiled around and permeated every inch of his skin, every cell.
After a while, the pain gradually subsided, and Qian Renshang slowly opened his eyes, his gaze now filled with coldness and cruelty.
At this moment, he seemed no longer the Qian Renshang of the past, but a vengeful messenger corrupted by dark power.
Having agreed to the deal with Lucifer, Qian Renshang quickly awoke in the outside world.
The moment he opened his eyes, a surging and incredibly domineering power, like a flood bursting its banks, surged wildly through his body.
Qian Renshang felt his entire meridians being filled with this power, and his body trembled involuntarily.
The trembling was not due to fear, but rather to the fullness and explosion of power.
The soul power emanating from him surged like a raging tide, spreading outward wave after wave.
His soul power, previously stagnant at level 82, began to soar wildly, its rapid ascent igniting the surrounding air and causing subtle distortions and fluctuations in the space around him.
His aura grew increasingly powerful, his soul power breaking through level after level—level 83, 84… until it finally subsided at level 89.
That powerful force seemed to have finally found a temporary balance, gradually stabilizing, but still lurking within him, ready to erupt at any moment.
When Xiong Jun and the others saw Qian Renshang suddenly open his eyes, the light that burst forth made them squint.
The light was so dazzling, like a suddenly exploding star, impossible to look directly at.
Powerful soul power waves swept outwards from Qian Renshang, whipping up a gale that made the beast kings' clothes flutter wildly.
The gale contained immense soul power, threatening to overturn everything around them.
"Qian Renshang, you're alright?"
Xiong Jun's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, his voice trembling with excitement.
His gaze was fixed on Qian Renshang, trying to find the answer within him.
Qian Renshang slowly stood up, feeling the immense power within him, as if it were about to explode.
A resolute and determined glint flashed in his eyes.
"I'm alright, and I'm stronger than ever before!"
His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.
The voice seemed not to come from his mouth, but from the depths of his powerful soul, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
Bi Ji stepped forward, her beautiful face filled with worry.
She carefully sensed Qian Renshang's aura, her brows furrowing slightly.
"But your aura has become strange, seemingly filled with dark power, making one uneasy."
Her voice was gentle and concerned, tinged with worry.
Qian Renshang remained silent for a moment, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Regardless, I now possess the power to confront the Spirit Hall and avenge the Crimson King!"
His voice was filled with hatred and determination, as if this had become his sole reason for living.
He didn't tell the Beast Kings about his recent deal with a demon god; he didn't want them to worry.
In his view, it was his personal choice, and he was willing to bear the consequences alone, whatever they might be.
Qian Renshang remained silent, and the Beast Kings didn't intend to pry further.
After all, everyone had their own secrets, and at least Qian Renshang seemed to have gained considerable benefits!
"Red King..."
After the initial calm, everyone was forced to confront the cruel reality: the Red King's demise.
Bi Ji had already stated that there was absolutely no way to save the Red King!
And Qian Renshang's Soul Spirit Technique couldn't transform the incomplete Red King's soul into a Soul Spirit.
Everything seemed to point to a cruel choice...
"Qian Renshang... I think the Red King is waiting for you..."
Bi Ji cautiously looked at Qian Renshang.
"Is your Martial Soul still missing a Soul Ring?"
Her voice carried a hint of hesitation and reluctance.
"Yes!"
Qian Renshang answered, his face ashen.
His gaze shifted to the Red King beside him, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.
That's right, Qian Renshang was currently missing his eighth Soul Ring, the eighth Soul Ring of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul!
He subconsciously looked at the Red King beside him.
At this moment, the Crimson King's life force was nearly gone, his body mangled and broken, his once majestic form now appearing so fragile and helpless.
Yet, the instant Qian Renshang's gaze fell upon the Crimson King, a feeble, human smile appeared in his previously dim eyes.
That smile was filled with boundless relief and love, as if telling Qian Renshang not to grieve, not to hesitate.
Beside him, Bi Ji, Xiong Jun, and the others wore expressions of sorrow and reluctance.
Bi Ji's eyes brimmed with tears, her beautiful face contorted with pain, her hands tightly covering her mouth, struggling to suppress her sobs.
Her tears fell like broken pearls, dripping onto the ground and splashing small droplets.
Xiong Jun roared to the sky, his voice filled with grief and helplessness.
His massive body trembled slightly, revealing the extreme pain within him.
His roar echoed through the valley, as if protesting this unjust fate to heaven and earth.
His enormous eyes were bloodshot, tears welling in his eyes, but he stubbornly held them back.
The other beast kings remained silent, the heavy atmosphere almost suffocating.
The Crimson King clung to his last breath, his feeble energy like a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to be extinguished at any moment.
But his gaze was firm and resolute, seemingly conveying a certain determination to Qian Renshang.
Qian Renshang instantly understood the Crimson King's intention; his heart was filled with immense pain, and he was caught in a deep struggle.
"Uncle Crimson..."
(End of Chapter)
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