Facing Qian Renxue's slash, the King of Slaughter did not dodge. The Asura Demon Sword in his hand immediately blocked the pressure of Qian Renxue's blade.
"What?" Qian Renxue was startled. She swore that strike had been her full strength, yet the King of Slaughter had blocked it so effortlessly.
"Hmph, not bad! A Six-winged Angel martial soul, and already possessing the strength of a Soul Douluo at such a young age. But it's still not enough..." As he spoke, the King of Slaughter threw the dark-red sphere of energy he had condensed toward Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue did not dare let her guard down. Sacred golden light gathered in her hand, and a sphere of light energy collided with the dark-red energy, creating an energy wave in the air.
Seeing such a good opportunity, how could Zhao Zilong possibly let it go? Instead of retreating, he advanced. Soul Power gathered in both hands as he growled, "Gentle Fist Style: One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms..."
"Two Palms..." Zhao Zilong immediately struck out with both palms.
The King of Slaughter immediately raised his hands to block. Zhao Zilong's two palms landed on his body, and a faint smile curled at Zhao Zilong's lips. As long as the first palm landed, the rest would be much easier.
After being hit, the King of Slaughter immediately felt a swelling pain in his arms. Just as he tried to pull away and evade, Gentle Fist was close-range combat. When using Gentle Fist, Zhao Zilong's speed was pushed to the absolute limit. He roared, "Four Palms, Eight Palms..."
The attacks came one after another. The King of Slaughter defended with both hands, but Gentle Fist was different from ordinary Steel Fist. It was not something that could simply be blocked. Every time Gentle Fist and Acupoint