Time passed second by second. Qian Renxue suddenly stopped releasing her holy radiance, and the Slaughter King underwent a violent transformation.
The blood-red, sword-shaped demonic mark on his forehead seemed to come alive, crimson light flowing through it. Its glow gradually intensified from dim to brilliant, and a layer of hazy red radiance surfaced over his body, blocking the holy golden light outside.
The Slaughter King's originally pale complexion also began to change. The white gradually gave way to an unhealthy flush. The wings on his back shattered inch by inch, turning to ashes and vanishing under the baptism of the holy golden light.
His hair gradually changed from red to black, and the same transformation appeared in his eyes. From head to toe, the only thing that remained red was the demonic mark on his forehead.
A trace of excitement appeared on Qian Daoliu's face. The blood-red color had faded from the Slaughter King's body, his wings had shattered, and the aura radiating from him was rising at a geometric rate, gathering as if without end. This was the person he knew. He had returned.
The Slaughter King—or rather, Tang Chen—had his killing intent rising at the same geometric rate as his strength. His original evil aura had vanished, and the crimson glow had become the purest killing intent, so pure that it was terrifying.
The Slaughter King's eyes suddenly lit up. They were black—an incomparably deep black. His features also seemed to have changed somewhat. Although he still looked like a middle-aged man, he had become far more handsome.
Qian Daoliu attacked the moment he opened his eyes, while Tang Chen turned his head to stare at Qian Daoliu. The black hair behind his head stirred without wind. Standing there, he no longer had the Slaughter King's previous