Slaying King Jialuo

Deep underground, King Jialuo roared with a savage, twisted face, filled with unwillingness and despair.

He had blocked the physical attack of Lu Chuan's slash, but he could not withstand the Mental Shock within it.

His soul scattered and nearly fell straight into Nirvana.

But even though he had luckily preserved his life, he was already a candle guttering in the wind.

"Spare me. I can serve you..."

King Jialuo looked at Lu Chuan with a pleading face.

He wanted to flee but could not, wanted to fight but was no match for Lu Chuan. If he did not beg for mercy now, there was only a road to death.

Only.

Lu Chuan paid no heed to his pleas at all.

The Epoch Blade in his hand shuddered, and he slashed out once more.

Those not of my race must have different hearts.

When it came to the Foreign Race, what Lu Chuan practiced was cutting the grass and tearing out the roots. Moreover, this Asura Race was Evil God's kin, born as mortal enemies of the Human Race.

How could he possibly serve him sincerely? It was nothing more than an attempt to stall for time.

Naturally, Lu Chuan did not fall for that.

Although he possessed a Spiritual Secret Technique like the Life and Death Talisman Seal, which could control and enslave the Foreign Race, wanting to enslave a King-class foreign being was likely not very realistic.

Clang, clang...

The blade hum was like startled thunder. Amid the sweeping crisscross of rolling Blade Qi, it cut through the vast sky.

Within every wisp of Blade Qi was astonishing Destructive Power. This was the might of a trace of the Destruction Law forcibly drawn forth.

King Jialuo instantly felt Death Intent, and both his eyes went round in an