Chapter 396: The Surprisingly Sensible Slaughter King, The Last Ripple of the Tang Family Disperses
Han Li's calm voice echoed through the streets, subtly shifting the atmosphere.
The Slaughter King frowned. Recently, the lack of new arrivals in Slaughter City had already put him in a foul mood. Now, Han Li was openly disrespecting him in front of so many people, making him even more displeased.
He remained hovering in midair without descending.
He was the king here, the absolute ruler. Even if Han Li had obtained the Deathgod Domain and could exert his full strength in this place, this was still his territory. His power was far beyond that of external Title Douluos.
If Han Li thought that just because he had killed a couple of Title Douluos outside, he could flaunt his strength here, then he was gravely mistaken.
According to the intelligence gathered from those who had entered Slaughter City, Han Li was walking the path of divinity through faith. But in just two years? Whether he could actually ascend was still uncertain. The Slaughter King didn't believe Han Li had grown that much.
He wouldn't allow himself to be humiliated. So instead of moving, he released a sliver of killing intent toward Han Li, a silent warning A king cannot be insulted.
Han Li simply let the killing intent fall upon him, only for it to dissipate instantly, as if swallowed whole.
"Alright then. Since you won't come down yourself, let me help you."
As Han Li spoke, his gaze shifted from slightly upward to level.
In the sky, the Slaughter King immediately sensed danger, but before he could react, his wings were suddenly shredded by an irresistible force, and his body plummeted toward the ground.
Han Li had simply used spatial power to destroy his wings. The gap in strength between them was too great. To Han Li, the Slaughter King was nothing more than a large toy. Even if the Slaughter King had sensed what was happening, he wouldn't have been able to react in time.
The Slaughter King crashed onto the ground, his blood instantly absorbed by the earth beneath. In this aspect, he was even more pitiful than an ordinary Title Douluo.
Flying was an instinct for him his wings had been there since birth. Losing them made him even more vulnerable.
The long street fell into utter silence, the only sound being the Slaughter King's muffled groans.
At first, he had intended to retaliate immediately, but as he climbed to his feet and felt the lingering force on his wounds, he instinctively withdrew the foot he had just raised.
Beasts were more sensitive to danger than humans. He had a clear premonition if he dared to attack, he would die. Even though he couldn't sense a trace of killing intent from Han Li, the feeling was undeniable.
"I've come down. Now, tell me what you want."
Thus, under Han Li's watchful gaze and the stunned expressions of the prisoners lining the street, the Slaughter King folded his arms and tried to maintain the facade of a dignified ruler.
Han Li couldn't help but chuckle.
He had to admit, in some ways, this creature the Bloodred Nine Headed Bat King that had taken over Tang Chen's body was rather impressive. No, a beast of true talent.
Even though everyone had clearly seen Han Li forcefully knock him down, the Slaughter King was still trying to act as if he had chosen to descend himself.
"You've got real talent for comedy." Han Li gave him a sideways glance, unable to hold back his amusement.
"Alright, since you're so sensible, hand over the Asura Demon Sword. In return, I'll remove the other presence within your body. After that, you'll remain the ruler of this place."
Han Li's voice was calm and unhurried.
"Impossible!"
The Slaughter King's reaction was immediate and extreme. If it had been anything else, perhaps he could have tolerated it, but Han Li had directly asked for the Asura Demon Sword! That was no different from sentencing him to death.
He had his own ambitions he wanted to become a god. Why else would he have stayed here all this time?
"There's nothing impossible about it. Your choice is simple your life or your future."
Han Li cast a single look at him, and the Slaughter King found himself completely immobilized.
"The outside world already has gods. And they're all mine."
"I'm informing you, not negotiating. If you refuse, I'll simply take it myself."
As Han Li spoke, he took a step forward.
Indeed, he had no intention of killing this creature he only wanted to deal with Tang Chen's lingering presence. The Slaughter King's existence was actually beneficial for maintaining stability in the continent. But if he refused to comply, replacing him wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't as if Han Li needed him.
As Han Li drew closer, the Slaughter King felt his body being squeezed, as if he would explode at any moment.
Han Li stopped just in front of him and extended his right hand.
"Fine, fine! I'll give it to you!"
The Slaughter King's once towering frame, over two meters tall, was now hunched under the unbearable pressure. At this moment, he looked even smaller than Han Li, who stood at 1.85 meters.
A blood red longsword appeared in his hands. At first, he was about to hand it over directly, but upon meeting Han Li's eyes, he resisted the pain coursing through his body, flipped the sword around, and offered it with the hilt facing forward presenting it with proper respect.
Not only that, but he even forced a fawning expression onto his face.
"Not bad. You know how to behave."
Han Li took the Asura Demon Sword, finally releasing the spatial compression he had inflicted on the Slaughter King. He initially considered patting its shoulder but ultimately abandoned the idea the overwhelming stench of blood on it was simply unbearable. This guy was professionally subservient.
Meanwhile, on both sides of the street, the prisoners were left in a state of shock. Was this really the Slaughter King they had always feared?
Han Li paid no attention to their expressions. It had nothing to do with him. His focus remained on the Asura Demon Sword in his hand.
Hmm, it's indeed a divine weapon, but definitely not the original version. It felt more like a makeshift product forcibly imbued with rules using the unique nature of Slaughter City, transforming the Clear Sky Hammer into a downgraded version of the sword. It was still a divine weapon, but far from a super divine weapon.
Han Li curled his lips in disdain this was just as he had expected. The Asura God had always been a calculating individual, never making a move without absolute certainty. Given that he distributed inheritances far and wide, there was no way he would leave the real sword here. Even Han Li himself wouldn't have believed it.
Shaking his head, he shifted his gaze away from the sword, only to notice that the Slaughter King was now trying to intimidate the prisoners with his gaze, exuding a sinister aura.
Yet, the moment he realized Han Li's eyes were back on him, his face immediately transformed into an ingratiating smile.
Ha... this guy... Han Li didn't even know what to think of him anymore.
The Slaughter King still bore Tang Chen's face albeit slightly mutated due to his possession, giving him greenish skin and fangs. Though still somewhat imposing, his exaggerated expressions made him look utterly ridiculous.
"Stand still. I'll help you solve your problem."
Han Li's tone was flat. Because this guy had surrendered so quickly, an inevitable battle had been avoided. Han Li appreciated that. Besides, his primary goal here was to deal with the hidden threat of Tang Chen, so he intended to keep his word.
The Slaughter King froze for a moment before straightening his posture immediately.
And then, he saw Han Li's left hand conjure a prismatic purple red crystal radiating an overwhelming divine aura. It carried an all too familiar presence the very entity that had once helped him take over Tang Chen's body.
The Slaughter King's body trembled uncontrollably, but at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. He had made the right choice.
Then, pain erupted in his chest Han Li had already driven the Asura Demon Sword into him.
Instinctively, he wanted to resist, but he forcibly suppressed the impulse. It hurt badly but strangely enough, he did not feel the presence of death approaching. Instead, something he had always suppressed within himself Tang Chen's lingering soul let out a final, agonizing wail as it was completely devoured by the sword.
Though he had a sword buried in his chest, his soul felt utterly refreshed. This body was now truly his.
Han Li nodded in satisfaction, withdrawing the Asura Demon Sword. Using the divinity of the Rakshasa God's godhood, he fully integrated Tang Chen's soul into the weapon, elevating its quality yet again. Not bad. At least it had been worth the effort.
After all, ever since Qingluan's ascension had begun, the divine realm had been keeping an eye on him again.
As for Tang Chen? Ha, Haotian Sect had been annihilated under my influence. He was just another enemy. What's there to say? Han Li was no Qian Daoliu; he had no interest in sentimental farewells.
He much preferred making sure the entire Tang family was neatly sent off together. Even if most of them hadn't even left behind souls, the thought still counted, right?
Of course, there was another reason he had chosen to use the Rakshasa God's divinity to eliminate any hidden tricks the Asura God might have planted. Opposing forces naturally neutralized each other, ensuring that the process was clean and thorough. Han Li had always assumed the worst when dealing with his enemies.
"Alright, it's done. Take me to your tower. And make sure to keep order later I don't like noise."
Watching as the Slaughter King marveled at his now complete body, Han Li issued his orders.
He intended to complete his ascension right here. This place was ideal isolated enough not to affect the rest of the continent.
"Yes, my lord. Please, this way."
Even though his chest wound had yet to heal, the Slaughter King didn't seem to mind at all. A little extra blood and it'll be fine. More importantly, he had no desire to be chopped into pieces.
He had just tasted the full power of a demigod. The future was bright he hadn't even started enjoying himself yet!
Hadn't he noticed? The Asura Demon Sword hadn't resisted Han Li's grasp in the slightest. And what did that mean? The Slaughter King understood better than anyone it meant the sword's true heir had already been chosen.
Even if he had once desired divinity, he now knew that dream was gone. There was no point in trying.
Still…
That prismatic purple red crystal Han Li had conjured earlier it called to him.
The Slaughter King had a theory, but he dared not confirm it.
But what if… what if this lord was willing to grant him a small favor?
He knew it was unlikely. But if he didn't ask, how would he know for sure? After all, one person could only inherit one godhood. His chances weren't entirely nonexistent.
As for stealing it? Ha. Let's not kid ourselves.
When Han Li had driven the sword into his chest earlier, he had infused it with divine power. The sheer terror it had induced in his body was beyond comprehension.
If he had even a shred of rationality left, he wouldn't dare entertain such thoughts.
Thus, under the watchful eyes of the gathered spectators in Slaughter City, the Slaughter King hunched slightly like a lowly servant leading Han Li into the tower that belonged to him.
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