The King of Slaughter's palace was the only luxurious place in this city of sin, and also the most suffocating.
A tall figure sat upon the massive Obsidian throne.
His entire body was shrouded in a dark red glow, strange Magic Marks covered his pale skin, and the enormous blood-red wings on his back occasionally flapped, stirring up a nauseating storm of blood.
Han Yuchen stood alone in the center of the hall. Leng Yuebai had been left outside.
Facing this Titled Douluo-level powerhouse—even the body of an Ultimate Douluo that had been parasitized—he remained composed, with a hint of scrutiny in his gaze.
"You carry... a scent that disgusts me."
The King of Slaughter's voice was shrill and hoarse, like two rusted iron plates grinding together. His blood-red eyes fixed tightly on Han Yuchen, as though trying to see through him.
That power of "Purification" was a natural enemy-level threat to him, who had been parasitized by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
"Disgust often comes from fear." Han Yuchen clasped his hands behind his back and looked straight at the being on the throne. "Great King of Slaughter, or should I call you... a bat living inside a strong man's body?"
"How insolent!"
Boom—!
A terrifying pressure erupted in an instant, and the entire hall trembled. The King of Slaughter abruptly rose to his feet, his overwhelming killing intent turning into tangible waves of blood that crashed toward Han Yuchen.
Han Yuchen did not move an inch. A faint starlight shimmered around him, and that seemingly paper-thin curtain of light blocked all the pressure that could have crushed a Soul Douluo.
"Don't be so quick to attack." Han Yuchen's voice pierced through the blood waves, echoing clearly through the hall. "Haven't you noticed that your backyard is on