Qian Daoliu listened as Little Jiu kept counting to eighty, and he truly wanted to cough up blood. Did that mean he was worth only eighty Gold Soul Coins? Or that each blow from Tang Chen's hammer was worth eighty Gold Soul Coins?
He had originally been the one hunting Little Jiu, but now he was the one being hunted. Qian Daoliu was miserable beyond words!
"Qian Daoliu, I told you that if you chased me, you'd die! But you just wouldn't believe me." Little Jiu burst into laughter.
Qian Daoliu was in an exceptionally miserable state. He was about to be smashed apart by Tang Chen's hammer!
But just as Little Jiu finished speaking, Qian Daoliu's eyes suddenly lit up. He stopped fleeing, and a dazzling golden light shot from his eyes.
"Spirit Pierce! Go die, Tang Chen!"
Qian Daoliu's Spiritual Power carried a shrill, frenzied roar as it pierced into Tang Chen's head like a golden needle!
"Ah!~~~"
Tang Chen let out a miserable scream and fell from the sky!
He clutched his head and roared in agony. His soul had already been ravaged by the Rakshasa God, which was why the Nine-Headed Blood Bat King had been able to parasitize him.
Now that Qian Daoliu had attacked his soul, he fell further behind in his struggle with the Nine-Headed Blood Bat for control of his body.
Before long, his eyes turned scarlet again. A pair of fleshy wings grew from his back, and his entire aura became incomparably evil.
Tang Chen's soul was suppressed once more, and the King of Slaughter took control of his body.
"Ha ha~~ My Spiritual Power is useless against that little bastard! He has God-level Spiritual Power protecting his soul. But there's something wrong with your soul. As long as I attack