What was more, his lover was right beside him, gazing at him with eyes sweet enough to drip honey. How could Dai Weisi still be in the mood to hunt those people down? He pulled Dugu Yan into his arms and kissed her hard.
Watching the battle from atop a tall building, the King of Slaughter was so furious that he spat out a thick gob of phlegm, which landed squarely on the face of the guard captain who had just said there might be an accident. Then he cursed loudly:
"Fine, his Soul Power broke through—but his swordsmanship has already reached the third realm at that age?"
"Even Tang Chen, that Limit Douluo, wasn't this monstrous."
"And isn't this the City of Slaughter? How can they use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"
"Looks like he really is a god's beloved son. That bastard can't be provoked. Fucking bad luck! Send him away, send him away! Get that jinx out of here!"
After saying that, he glanced at the guard captain kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.
A burst of inexplicable rage surged through him...
It was all that unlucky bastard's fault for jinxing it!
With that thought, the King of Slaughter casually struck the guard captain on the crown of the head, splattering his brains and spilling his blood.
Bang!
After a dull thud, brains and blood sprayed everywhere. The King of Slaughter opened his mouth and gave a light inhale, sucking every bit of red and white matter scattered through the air into his stomach.
Absorbing the blood and brains of a Soul Douluo seemed to improve the King of Slaughter's mood a little. He stretched lazily in satisfaction, then looked at the maids and guards kneeling all over the floor in terror and said indolently:
"Don't