Chapter 378: Slaughter King VS Qian Daoliu
"The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud has two more abilities, namely Vast Sea Raging Waves and Cosmic Demon-Braker, both used for attacking. I can't say for sure how powerful these two attacking abilities are, but they shouldn't be weak. Because any attack requires me to pour in all my Soul Power, but the strange thing is that no matter how much Soul Power I have, I can still unleash its power."
"However, before going out to sea, I still need to go to one place first."
Hearing this, Dugu Bo asked in confusion, "Where? What else do you have to do?"
Tang Chuan slowly turned around, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the hall, casting toward that vast but now turbulent land to the southwest, and faintly uttered four words.
"Spirit Empire."
"Spirit Empire?!" Dugu Bo's emerald pupils shrank suddenly, and he followed up almost subconsciously, "What are you going there for? Qian Daoliu is currently stationed in Spirit City; that is no benevolent place! Moreover, our relationship with the Spirit Hall..."
The Spirit Hall and the Spirit Empire were on opposing sides during the battle at Iron Wall Pass, and Bibi Dong died directly at Tang Chuan's hands. In Dugu Bo's view, venturing deep into enemy territory at this moment carried extreme risk.
A deep, mysterious light flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes, his voice remaining steady as he said:
"To meet an old friend, the Slaughter King."
"Slaughter King?" Hearing this, Dugu Bo was startled, then remembered that previous intelligence mentioned that terrifying fellow didn't seem to have returned to the Slaughter City, but was instead rampaging within the borders of the Spirit Empire.
"Correct." Tang Chuan nodded slightly and said, "According to the latest intelligence, after Bibi Dong's death, the Slaughter King did not stop. He is heading toward Spirit City, slaughtering cities and towns along the way."
"The Spirit Hall, or rather the current Spirit Empire, although its Origin Qi is greatly damaged, Qian Daoliu is still there. The Foundation of their sect is to eliminate evil and maintain order."
"Now, such a powerful Slaughter King, whose actions are comparable to ancient demons, is so blatantly slaughtering subjects within their territory and trampling on their dignity and faith... Do you think, given Qian Daoliu's character and the Spirit Hall's principles, they will sit idly by?"
Dugu Bo instantly understood Tang Chuan's meaning, took a sharp breath, and said, "You mean... the Spirit Hall, no, Qian Daoliu, is very likely to personally take action against the Slaughter King?"
Tang Chuan's tone was decisive as he said:
"It's not possible, it's inevitable. Qian Renxue has newly ascended the throne, and her Foundation is not yet stable; she urgently needs to stabilize people's hearts and restore her prestige. Eradicating the massive threat and stain that is the Slaughter King is the best way to establish authority. And Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others might not be a match for the Slaughter King wielding the Asura Demon Sword. So the one who will ultimately act is highly likely to be... Qian Daoliu himself."
Speaking to this point, the mysterious light in Tang Chuan's eyes grew even stronger.
"One is a rank ninety-nine super Douluo, the guardian of the Angel God, invincible in the sky."
"The other is the Dominator of the Slaughter City, the Clear Sky Sect Old Ancestor Tang Chen wielding the Divine Artifact Asura Demon Sword, a terrifying existence with unfathomable combat power."
"If they start fighting..."
Tang Chuan's voice lowered slightly, yet it carried a composure and chill as if he were controlling a chessboard.
"When they both suffer and are exhausted... perhaps I will have an opportunity..."
He didn't finish, but the meaning was already more than clear.
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman catches both!
Several days passed in a bloody hue.
The Slaughter King's advancing pace never stopped for a moment.
He was like a tireless destruction machine with a set path, advancing straight toward Spirit City in the direction he had determined. Everywhere he passed, regardless of the size of the town or the strength of its defenses, it was transformed into an Asura field, a living Hell.
Chisha Town, a border town famous for producing red sand.
Before the early morning mist had completely dispersed, the Slaughter King's figure, clad in a crimson cloak and with a face as pale as a corpse, loomed over the town entrance like a shadow cast by the God of Death.
The first to suffer were a squad of Spirit Empire border guards patrolling outside the town.
Twenty well-equipped soldiers, along with their captain who was a four-ring Soul Sect, didn't even have time to sound an effective alarm.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff—!"
The Slaughter King didn't even stop his pace, merely waving his pale hand casually.
Instantly, dozens of dark red Blood Thorns, as thin as ox hair but fast as lightning, condensed in the air and shot out like a swarm of bees!
These Blood Thorns ignored the Soul Power shields and hard armor raised by the soldiers, piercing through easily. Everyone hit trembled violently, their faces turning grey instantly. Their entire body's blood seemed to be forcibly extracted by an invisible force, flowing back into the Slaughter King's body through the Blood Thorns.
In just two or three breaths, a squad of living soldiers turned into twenty dried corpses, still gripping their weapons with eyes wide in anger but devoid of life, all slumping to the ground.
The alarm bell at the town entrance was struck only once before coming to an abrupt halt.
The bell ringer's head had been sliced off by a passing Blood Blade.
Panic swept through the entire Chisha Town like a plague.
"Monster! The monster is coming!!"
"Run quickly—!"
"Mama...!"
Cries, screams, and the sound of fleeing footsteps were jumbled together.
Civilians dragged their families along, surging toward the other end of the town in extreme terror. Some slightly more courageous townspeople and low-level Soul Masters tried to organize resistance, or perhaps to buy time for their families to escape.
"Fight him! Third Spirit Ability, Earth Wall!"
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"
"First Soul Skill, Fireball! Second Soul skills, Wind Blade!"
Scattered lights of Spirit Abilities lit up, and arrows pierced the air.
However, all of this was like a mantis trying to stop a carriage before the Slaughter King. He didn't even bother to use the Asura Demon Sword, merely expanding the dark red Killing Intent around him slightly.
The moment all arrows fired at him entered the range of the Killing Intent, they were like falling into a quagmire, their speed dropping sharply, and then they were eroded by the omnipresent Killing Intent within the Domain, turning into iron powder and rustling down.
And those low-level Spirit Abilities—Fireball, Wind Blade, Earth Wall—silently annihilated the moment they touched the Killing Intent, failing to stir even a single ripple.
"Ants."
With a cold sneer, the Slaughter King's blood-red eyes remained calm as he simply took a step forward.
"Buzz—!"
A more solid dark red light erupted with him as the center!
This time, it was no longer Blood Thorns, but countless twisted, dark red blood streams that looked like living things. These blood streams were like living tentacles, or like lashes from Hell, spreading toward the streets, houses, and every corner at an astonishing speed!
They Binding onto the fleeing civilians, bored into the bodies of Soul Masters trying to resist, and even pierced through walls to drag out people shivering in cellars and attics... "Ah—! My leg!"
"Help... save me... ugh..."
"My child! My child! No—!!"
Shrieks so shrill they didn't sound human instantly drowned out everything.
Those Binding or pierced by the blood streams, regardless of gender or age, and regardless of whether they were Soul Masters, had their bodies quickly shrivel like leaking balloons, their flesh essence and Soul Power being crazily extracted.
Their skin clung tightly to their bones, their eye sockets were deep, and their mouths were wide open, but they could no longer make any sound, only turning into new dried corpses in extreme pain and fear.
The streets and houses were soon covered with a layer of twisted dried corpses.
Blood did not flow freely but was greedily absorbed by those dark red blood streams, leaving only patches of dark, viscous stains on the ground.
The entire town was filled with a thick, nauseating sweet-metallic smell and the aura of death.
Occasionally, one or two Soul Masters with higher cultivation, relying on Spirit Abilities or speed, luckily dodged the first wave of blood streams and tried to break out from the air or the side.
However, the Slaughter King merely glanced up slightly.
"Puff!"
A beam of blood light, refined to the extreme, shot from his fingertip at a speed exceeding the limits of visual capture. The Soul Emperor who had just taken flight in an attempt to escape suddenly froze, a hole the size of a bowl appearing in his chest, transparent from front to back.
The next second.
He looked down at his missing heart area in disbelief and fell powerlessly.
Another Soul King who rushed out from a side alley was bound by a Dark Red Shackle that appeared out of thin air, instantly dragged back into the Slaughter King's Domain, following in the footsteps of the others.
Absolute, crushing slaughter.
No fierce battle, no resistance, only the one-sided harvesting of life.
Before the Slaughter King's terrifying power that surpassed Mortal understanding, numbers, courage, and even the distinction between Soul Masters and civilians lost their meaning.
About half an hour later, Chisha Town fell into a complete, deathly silence.
The wind blew through the empty streets and broken doors and windows, making a wailing sound.
Just as the Slaughter King was about to step away from Chisha Town, which he had personally turned into a graveyard, a feather drifted down from the grey sky without any warning.
That was no ordinary feather.
Its entire body was a pure, flawless pale gold, with a soft halo flowing along its edges, scattering dots of golden light dust as it fell.
Above this ruin filled with death and Killing Intent, the appearance of this golden feather seemed so abrupt, so... out of place.
It landed lightly three steps away from the Slaughter King.
Seeing this, the Slaughter King's blood-red pupils suddenly shrank!
It wasn't because of how much powerful energy impact the feather itself had, but the aura it carried—pure, bright, holy, full of the sense of order and judgment.
It produced the most direct and intense conflict and repulsion on the level of Law with the slaughterous, bloody, and evil Domain field permeating around him!
Like boiling oil dripping into ice water, like darkness facing the blazing sun.
"Hiss—!"
With the landing point of that golden feather as the center, the surrounding viscous dark red blood-stained ground actually emitted a faint burning sound, and then light, holy-scented white smoke rose! The smell of death and blood in the air also seemed to be slightly dispersed by an invisible fresh power.
"Buzz!!!"
Immediately following, before the Slaughter King could react, a grand, solemn, holy humming sound, as if coming from above the Nine Heavens, suddenly resounded through this deathly silent world!
The next second, a dazzling golden pillar of light, as if composed of holy energy, descended from the firmament without warning, accurately enveloping the Slaughter King's position!
The moment it appeared, the Slaughter King's Slaughter Domain, which was originally as solid as blood crystals, actually made a sizzling sound and was forcibly squeezed and contracted by several feet!
The boiling Killing Intent and blood qi within the Domain, under the illumination of this Holy Light.
As if meeting their nemesis, they churned and melted violently!
What made the Slaughter King feel even more uncomfortable was a sense of repulsion and slight burning pain from the depths of his Soul, making his Soul, which was filled with slaughterous will, feel a burst of unspeakable irritability and disgust, and even causing the massive Soul Power flowing within his body to show a hint of sluggishness.
"Hmm?"
A low hum, mixed with anger and suspicion, escaped the Slaughter King's mouth.
Then, he suddenly looked up, his blood-colored eyes piercing through the golden pillar of light enveloping him, looking toward the source of the pillar, higher up in the grey sky.
There, a golden figure had already quietly suspended at some point.
The newcomer was dressed in a simple golden long robe, with an ancient face and eyes as calm as an eternal cold pool, yet containing a majestic light enough to illuminate all darkness in the world.
Six huge Angel Wings, entirely condensed from Holy Light, slowly spread out behind him, and every slight flap would scatter countless golden spots of light.
Qian Daoliu!
The Spirit Hall High Priest, rank ninety-nine super Douluo, the guardian of the Spirit Hall!
"Boom!"
The moment the Slaughter King's look met Qian Daoliu's golden eyes, countless memory fragments, like a flood breaking a dam, crazily surged out in his mind without warning!
Towering mountains, sky-shaking hammer shadows, heroic laughter... "Argh—!"
A sharp, Soul-tearing pain caused the Slaughter King to let out a low roar involuntarily. He suddenly raised his pale hand, pressing it hard against his forehead, the red light in his blood-red eyes flashing violently, rarely revealing a trace of pain and bewilderment.
Those fragments came too fast and too surge-like, actually causing him to lose himself momentarily.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu, suspended in the air, also showed obvious fluctuations on his face, which was usually as calm as a well, when he saw those blood-colored and eerie eyes of the Slaughter King that revealed some unspeakable spirit in the pain.
Instantly, an unbelievable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
No!
Such a familiar feeling?
Who exactly is he?
"Who are you? You're looking for death!"
Just then, a roar full of violence and impatience erupted from the Slaughter King's mouth, and instantly, the dark red Slaughter Domain around him exploded!
At the same time, the Slaughter King's pale palm grasped the void, and that dark red Demon Sword, which had been hidden under his cloak, suddenly appeared.
The next second, his blood-red eyes instantly locked onto Qian Daoliu in the air, his figure suddenly becoming blurred, leaving a slowly dissipating dark red afterimage in place.
His true body had already crossed hundreds of meters, appearing diagonally above Qian Daoliu!
There were no fancy sword moves, only a dark red Half-moon Light Blade composed of Sword Qi refined to the extreme and Asura divine force slashing down!
Everywhere the light blade passed, space was easily sliced open, leaving a black crack that couldn't heal for a long time. The ground below was further plowed open into a deep trench by the invisible sword pressure.
The power of this one sword far exceeded the Sword Qi he had casually swung during the battle with Bibi Dong earlier. Clearly, the Slaughter King also sensed Qian Daoliu's strength and used a killing move right from the start! (
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