Between a Thought, Nine Heads Shattered, Preparing to Heal Tang Chen!

"This one is looking for Tang Chen."

Chen Luo's voice echoed through the blood-red palace, every word as clear as ice striking the ground.

The blood-red gleam in the King of Slaughter's eyes abruptly froze. His pupils slowly contracted, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey.

Killing intent spread through the hall as if tangible, turning even the air viscous.

He suddenly let out a low laugh, lightly tapping the throne's armrest with his fingertips.

"Interesting... Even Tang Chen's own grandson failed to recognize this body. State your name."

"This King does not like killing nameless people."

Chen Luo stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes immaculate amid the blood-red mist.

"You are not worthy of knowing this one's name."

"If you know what is good for you, get out of Tang Chen's body yourself. Otherwise... die."

The King of Slaughter suddenly clenched his fingers, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the throne's armrest.

He laughed in fury as the blood mist around him surged like boiling magma.

"Good... very good! This King would like to see just how much strength lies behind your arrogance!"

The next moment,

The King of Slaughter slowly rose from his throne. When his blood wings burst open, they rang with the clash of metal.

Domain Power poured forth like a tide, and every candle flame in the hall froze in midair.

"Slaughter Domain, open!"

The Slaughter Domain had been personally bestowed by the Asura God. Calling it a godly domain would not be an exaggeration.

Its most tyrannical, heaven-defying trait was that any Soul Master within it could not use soul skills!

If a Soul Master could not use soul skills, they were no different from ordinary people.

The Slaughter Domain was undoubtedly the most overbearing domain.

It was also the foundation that sustained the City of Slaughter.

"Boy, within the Slaughter Domain personally unleashed by this King, even if you are a Titled Douluo, you cannot use soul skills."

"In this City of Slaughter, this King is the master of everything! Hahahahaha!"

The King of Slaughter laughed wildly, his words brimming with arrogance.

"Have you laughed enough?"

"If you have, then you can die."

Chen Luo's voice was cold to the bone, without the slightest ripple.

The King of Slaughter froze. Before he could react, Chen Luo took a step forward and appeared before him in an instant, ghostlike.

"You... Why can you still use soul skills?!"

The King of Slaughter's pupils shrank sharply, his voice filled with horror.

He urgently tried to beat his wings and retreat, hoping to widen the distance between himself and Chen Luo.

But before Chen Luo, his speed was as slow as a snail.

Then,

Chen Luo threw a punch straight into the King of Slaughter's abdomen!

"Pfft!"

The King of Slaughter's eyes bulged. His body bent like a bow as he spewed bitter fluid, his face completely twisting in agony!

"You... you..."

Just as the King of Slaughter was about to say something, Chen Luo's fist came howling toward him again.

Boom—!

"Aah—!"

"I... I surren—"

"Urghah—!"

The King of Slaughter's miserable screams rang throughout the palace.

He was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through several palace walls before crashing heavily into the middle of a street in the City of Slaughter!

The fallen ones and desperadoes within the City of Slaughter heard the commotion and flocked over to watch.

When they saw the King of Slaughter's miserable state and his beaten face, all of them were struck with horror.

"Th-That is the great King of Slaughter, isn't it?"

"Who on earth... could have injured him so badly?!"

The King of Slaughter struggled to rise from the ground. As gazes continually fell upon him from all around, he felt an unprecedented humiliation.

A bunch of ants... dare discuss this King?

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!

Who exactly is this young man in white?

Not only was he completely unaffected by the Slaughter Domain, his strength was also unlike anything this King had ever seen.

Even the two legendary Slaughter Gods could not compare to him!

This humiliation... this King will repay a hundredfold...

Starting with all of you.

The King of Slaughter's gaze swept across the surrounding crowd like icy blades. The blood wings on his back abruptly spread, and his body shot into the sky, suspended beneath the blood-red full moon.

"Offer your lives to this King—!"

The next moment,

Every desperado revealed a pained expression as the Soul Power and blood essence within their bodies were forcibly drawn out strand by strand!

And that was not all.

The blood essence permeating the entire City of Slaughter surged toward the King of Slaughter's body like countless rivers flowing into the sea!

The King of Slaughter held the Asura Divine Sword in his left hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in his right.

Feeling the Soul Power within him surge wildly, he threw back his head and laughed.

"Hahahahaha... This King lacks nothing now!"

"Even a Titled Douluo can be easily killed by this King now!"

Chen Luo looked up, an unusual glint flashing through the depths of his eyes as he said calmly,

"Oh? Is that so?"

"I had been worried that I might use too much force and destroy Tang Chen's body."

"But it seems you can take more of a beating now than before."

Chen Luo slowly spread his palm, curling his five fingers slightly.

In an instant,

The King of Slaughter's body was uncontrollably dragged toward him.

"What?"

The King of Slaughter tried to resist, but he could not shake that force in the slightest!

It was like a speck of dust resisting a vast ocean!

The gap between them was as great as heaven and earth!

This time, the King of Slaughter truly felt panic.

God... This young man in white is definitely a god!

Perhaps even a god more powerful than Rakshasa and Asura!

Chen Luo's five fingers clamped around the King of Slaughter's throat like iron pincers, then violently slammed him downward!

Boom!

The ground shook violently. Cracks spread like a spiderweb, and amid the flying dust, shattered stones scattered in every direction.

Before the dust could settle, his right hand had already seized a blood-red wing, and his arm suddenly exerted force.

Rip!

With a horrifying tearing sound, the wing was ripped off alive!

"Aaaaaah—!"

The King of Slaughter's shrill scream tore through the sky, echoing beneath the dim blood-red heavens for a long time and trembling through every inch of the deathly still air.

A streak of blood-red light shot from the King of Slaughter's forehead, abruptly transforming into a nine-headed giant bat. Its wings flared open as it tried to tear through the sky and flee.

"So you are finally willing to reveal your true form."

Chen Luo's gaze was indifferent. "This farce should end."

With a slight thought from him,

The entire world suddenly came to a halt.

Time froze!

The Nine-Headed Bat King remained suspended in midair in the posture of beating its wings to flee. Even the churning blood mist froze like a sculpture.

Three breaths later,

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The nine heads exploded one after another, blood mist blooming in the sky like ghastly, vivid fireworks.

The massive body crashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of deathly still dust.

The Slaughter Messenger hid in the distance. Witnessing everything, she instinctively covered her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

The King of Slaughter... had been killed in an instant just like that?!

He had not even been given a chance to escape!

Just as her mind trembled violently, Chen Luo's gaze swept lightly toward her.

A suffocating pressure instantly descended.

The Slaughter Messenger's entire body stiffened. She could barely breathe, yet she immediately dropped to her knees without hesitation and continuously kowtowed toward Chen Luo, begging for mercy.

Chen Luo merely glanced at her before turning around and walking toward the unconscious Tang Chen.