AWB Chapter 379 King of Slaughter VS Daoist
Chapter 379 King of Slaughter VS Daoist
"The Vast Ocean Universe Cover also has two other skills: Vast Ocean Raging Waves and Universe Demon Breaking, both of which are used for attack. I can't say how powerful these two attack skills are, but they should be quite strong. Because any one of them requires me to use all my soul power, but strangely enough, no matter how much soul power I have, I can still unleash its power."
"However, before setting sail, I need to go to one more place."
Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo asked in confusion, "Where? Is there anything else you need?"
Tang Chuan slowly turned around, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the hall, landing on the vast but now turbulent land to the southwest, and uttered four words softly.
"The Martial Soul Empire".
"The Spirit Empire?!" Dugu Bo's emerald pupils constricted sharply, and he almost instinctively asked, "What are you going there for? Qian Daoliu is currently stationed in Spirit City; it's no safe place! And our relationship with the Spirit Hall..."
The Soul Hall and the Spirit Empire were enemies in the Battle of Iron Wall Pass, and Bibi Dong was killed by Tang Chuan. In Dugu Bo's view, going deep into enemy territory at this time was extremely risky.
A deep, dark light flashed in Tang Chuan's eyes, but his voice remained steady as he said:
"Go see that old friend, the King of Slaughter."
"The King of Slaughter?" Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo was taken aback, then recalled that the intelligence mentioned earlier indicated that the terrifying figure had not returned to the Slaughter Capital, but instead was wreaking havoc within the territory of the Martial Soul Empire.
"That's right." Tang Chuan nodded slightly and said, "According to the latest intelligence, after Bibi Dong's death, the King of Slaughter did not stop and is slaughtering cities and towns along the way to Wuhun City."
"The Spirit Hall, or rather the current Spirit Empire, although it has suffered heavy losses, Qian Daoliu is still here. The foundation of their religion is to eliminate evil spirits and maintain order."
"Now, a Slaughter King so powerful, whose actions rival those of ancient demons, is so openly slaughtering his people within their territory, trampling on their dignity and faith... Do you think, given Qian Daoliu's character and the Spirit Hall's principles, they would sit idly by?"
Dugu Bo instantly understood Tang Chuan's meaning, gasped, and said, "You mean... the Spirit Hall, no, Qian Daoliu, might personally take action against the King of Slaughter?"
Tang Chuan said in a resolute tone:
"It's not a possibility, it's inevitable. Qian Renxue has just ascended the throne, and her foundation is not yet stable. She urgently needs to consolidate the people's hearts and restore her prestige. Eliminating the King of Slaughter, such a huge threat and stain, is the best way to establish her authority. And Golden Crocodile Douluo and others may not be a match for the King of Slaughter, who wields the Asura Demon Sword. Therefore, in the end, it is highly likely that it will be... Qian Daoliu himself who makes the move."
At this point, the dark light in Tang Chuan's eyes intensified.
"One is a level 99 peerless Douluo, the guardian of the Angel God, invincible in the sky."
"The other is Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Haotian Sect and the ruler of the City of Slaughter, who wields the divine artifact Shura Demon Sword. He is a terrifying existence with unfathomable combat power."
"If they start fighting..."
Tang Chuan lowered his voice slightly, but it carried a calm and cold air, as if he were in control of a game of chess.
"When they're both exhausted and weakened... maybe then I'll have my chance..."
He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits!
Several days passed in a bloody mess.
The King of Slaughter's advance has never ceased.
He was like a tireless, predetermined destruction machine, advancing straight toward Wuhun City in the direction he had chosen. Wherever he passed, regardless of the size of the town or the strength of its defenses, everything was turned into a battlefield and a living hell.
Chisha Town is a border town famous for its red sandy soil.
Before the morning mist had completely dissipated, the figure of the King of Slaughter, clad in a scarlet cloak and with a face as pale as a corpse, loomed over the town entrance like the shadow cast by the Grim Reaper.
The first to suffer were a patrol of the Martial Soul Empire border guards outside the town.
The twenty well-equipped soldiers, along with their captain, a fourth-ring Soul Master, didn't even have time to issue an effective alarm.
"Puff puff puff puff—!"
The King of Slaughter didn't even stop; he simply waved his pale hand casually.
Instantly, dozens of thin, dark red blood spikes, as fast as lightning, condensed in the air and shot out like a swarm of bees!
These blood spikes ignored the soul power shields and hard armor erected by the soldiers, easily piercing through them. Those hit by them all trembled violently, their faces instantly turning ashen, as if their blood was being forcibly drawn out by an invisible force and flowing back into the body of the King of Slaughter through the blood spikes.
In just two or three breaths, a squad of living soldiers was transformed into twenty desiccated corpses, gripping their weapons, their eyes wide with rage, yet devoid of any life, all collapsing limply to the ground.
The alarm bell at the town entrance rang only once before it stopped abruptly.
The bell ringer's head had already been sliced off by a flash of bloody blade.
Panic swept through the entire town of Chisha like a plague.
"Monster! Monster is coming!!"
"Run! Run!"
"Mother……!"
Cries, screams, and the sound of fleeing footsteps mingled together.
The civilians, with their families in tow, rushed towards the other end of the town in terror. Some townspeople with a bit of courage and low-level Soul Masters tried to organize a resistance, or to buy time for their families to escape.
"Fight him! Third Soul Skill, Earth Wall!"
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"
"First Soul Skill: Fireball! Second Soul Skill: Wind Blade!"
Scattered sparks of soul skill light appeared as arrows pierced the air.
However, all of this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the King of Slaughter. He didn't even bother to use the Asura Demon Sword; he only slightly expanded his dark red killing intent.
All the arrows shot at him, upon entering the killing aura's range, seemed to sink into quagmire, their speed drastically reduced, and then they were corroded by the omnipresent killing aura within the domain, turning into iron dust that fell down in a flurry.
As for those low-level soul skills, such as fireballs, wind blades, and earthen walls, they were silently annihilated the moment they touched the killing intent, without even causing a ripple.
"Ants."
With a cold laugh, the King of Slaughter's blood-red eyes remained unmoved as he simply took a step forward.
"Buzz—!"
An even more solidified dark red light erupted from him!
This time, it was no longer blood spikes, but countless twisted, dark red streams of blood, like living creatures. These streams of blood were like living tentacles, or like whips from hell, spreading at an alarming speed to the streets, houses, and every corner!
They coiled around fleeing civilians, burrowed into the bodies of Soul Masters who tried to resist, and even penetrated walls to drag out trembling people hiding in cellars and attics...
"Ah—! My leg!"
"Help...help me...uh..."
"My child! My child! No—!!"
A piercing, inhuman scream instantly drowned out everything else.
Those entangled in or stabbed by the blood, regardless of age, gender, or whether they are Soul Masters, will have their bodies rapidly deflate like a punctured balloon, with their flesh and soul essence being frantically extracted.
Their skin clung tightly to their bones, their eye sockets were sunken, and their mouths were wide open, yet they could no longer utter a sound, only turning into new mummies in extreme pain and fear.
The streets and houses were soon covered with a layer of twisted, dried corpses.
The blood did not flow freely, but was greedily absorbed by the dark red blood, leaving only dark and sticky stains on the ground.
The entire town was permeated with a strong, nauseating, sweet, fishy smell and the stench of death.
Occasionally, one or two highly skilled Soul Masters managed to escape the first wave of bloodshed by relying on their Soul Skills or speed, attempting to break through from the air or the side.
However, the King of Slaughter merely raised his eyes slightly.
"puff!"
A beam of blood-red light, condensed to the extreme, shot out from his fingertips at a speed that exceeded the limits of visual perception. The Soul Emperor, who had just taken off and was trying to fly away, suddenly froze, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, transparent from front to back.
next second.
He looked down in disbelief at his missing heart and fell limply to the ground.
Another Soul King who rushed out from the side alley was bound by a dark red shackle that appeared out of nowhere and was instantly dragged back into the domain of the King of Slaughter, following in the footsteps of the others.
An absolute, crushing massacre.
There was no fierce fighting, no resistance, only a one-sided harvesting of lives.
Faced with the terrifying power of the King of Slaughter, which transcends mortal comprehension, numbers, courage, and even the distinction between Soul Masters and commoners all lose their meaning.
About half an hour later, Chisha Town fell into complete silence.
The wind howled mournfully through the empty streets and broken doors and windows.
Just as the King of Slaughter was about to leave the town of Red Sand, which he had personally turned into a graveyard, a feather fell without warning from the gray sky.
Those were not ordinary feathers.
Its entire body is a pure and flawless pale gold, with a soft halo flowing around its edges. As it falls, it sprinkles down specks of golden dust.
In this ruin filled with death and murderous intent, the appearance of this golden feather seemed so abrupt, so... out of place.
It landed lightly three steps away from the King of Slaughter.
Upon seeing this, the King of Slaughter's blood-red pupils suddenly contracted!
It wasn't because the feather itself possessed any particularly powerful energy impact, but rather because of the aura it carried—pure, luminous, and sacred, imbued with a sense of order and judgment.
This created the most direct and intense conflict and repulsion at the level of laws with the killing, bloodshed, and evil field that surrounded him!
It's like boiling oil being poured into ice water, like darkness facing the blazing sun.
"laugh--!"
Centered on the spot where the golden feather landed, the surrounding viscous, dark red blood-stained ground emitted a faint burning sound, followed by wisps of white smoke carrying a holy aura! The pervasive smell of death and blood in the air seemed to be slightly dispelled by an invisible, refreshing force.
"Buzz!!!"
Immediately afterward, before the King of Slaughter could react, a grand, solemn, and seemingly divine humming sound suddenly resounded throughout the desolate world!
The next second, a dazzling golden beam of light, seemingly composed of divine energy, descended from the sky without warning, precisely enveloping the location of the King of Slaughter!
The moment it appeared, the killing domain around the King of Slaughter, which was originally as solid as blood crystals, began to hiss and was forcibly compressed and shrank by several feet!
The boiling killing intent and bloodlust within the domain were amplified by the holy light.
It was as if it had encountered its nemesis, violently churning and dissolving!
What made the King of Slaughter even more uncomfortable was a sense of rejection and a slight burning pain from the depths of his soul. This caused his soul, which was filled with the will to kill, to feel an indescribable irritation and disgust, and even the vast soul power flowing within his body became slightly sluggish.
"Um?"
The King of Slaughter let out a low groan, a mixture of anger and surprise.
Then, he suddenly raised his head, his blood-red eyes piercing through the golden pillar of light that enveloped him, looking towards the source of the pillar of light, higher up in the gray sky.
There, a golden figure had silently floated in the air.
The newcomer wore a simple golden robe, had an ancient face, and eyes as calm as an unchanging, cold pool, yet contained a majestic light that could illuminate all the darkness in the world.
Six enormous angel wings, formed entirely of divine light, slowly unfurled behind him, each slight flap scattering countless golden specks of light.
A thousand streams!
Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo, and the guardian of the Spirit Hall!
"boom!"
The moment the King of Slaughter's gaze met Qian Daoliu's golden eyes, countless fragments of memories, like a flood bursting its banks, surged wildly into his mind without warning!
Majestic mountains, thunderous hammer blows, and hearty laughter...
"Ugh—!"
The intense, soul-tearing pain caused the King of Slaughter to involuntarily let out a low roar. He abruptly raised his pale hand and pressed it hard against his forehead, his blood-red eyes flashing intensely, revealing a rare hint of pain and bewilderment.
The fragments came so fast and so overwhelmingly that he was momentarily stunned.
At the same time, when Qian Daoliu, who was suspended in the air, saw the King of Slaughter's eyes, which were filled with blood and evil, yet revealed an indescribable brilliance amidst pain, his usually calm face showed a noticeable change for the first time.
Suddenly, an unbelievable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.
wrong!
This feels so familiar?
Who exactly is he?
"Who are you? You're asking for it!"
Just then, a roar filled with violence and impatience burst forth from the mouth of the King of Slaughter, and instantly, the dark red killing domain around him erupted!
At the same time, the King of Slaughter clenched his pale hand in the air, and the dark red demonic sword that had been hidden under his cloak was suddenly revealed.
The next second, his blood-red eyes locked onto Qian Daoliu in the air, and his figure suddenly became blurred, leaving behind a slowly dissipating dark red afterimage.
Its true form had already traversed hundreds of meters and appeared diagonally above Qian Daoliu!
There were no fancy sword moves, only a dark red crescent-shaped blade of light, composed of extremely refined killing sword energy and Asura divine power, slashed down!
Wherever the light blade passed, space was easily torn apart, leaving a black crack that could not heal for a long time. The earth below was also plowed open by the invisible pressure of the sword, creating a deep trench.
The power of this sword strike far surpassed the sword energy he casually unleashed during his previous battle with Bibi Dong. Clearly, the King of Slaughter had sensed Qian Daoliu's strength and attacked with a killing move! (End of Chapter)