Whoosh!~~
The King of Slaughter spread his blood-colored fleshy wings, his body glowing crimson as he charged at Little Jiu.
"Bo Saixi!"
Little Jiu calmly uttered a single name. The charging King of Slaughter stumbled and crashed down in front of Little Jiu, clutching his head in agony.
Little Jiu raised his foot and kicked him squarely in the mouth, sending his head snapping back and lifting him off the ground.
Then, a golden Tang saber appeared in Little Jiu's hand. With one slash, he tore off one of the King of Slaughter's fleshy wings.
"Die!"
The Flame Wings behind Little Jiu exploded open as he drove his saber into the King of Slaughter's mouth!
The King of Slaughter roared, blasting a terrifying whirlwind from his mouth. At that moment, he was just like Three Pao the Turtle—he exhaled and treated himself like a jet plane, using the tremendous recoil to escape Little Jiu's killing blow before plunging headfirst into the Blood River.
The Blood River's energy rapidly healed his wounds. He stared at Little Jiu with scarlet eyes, wishing he could devour Little Jiu's flesh and drink his blood!
"You could have left. Why did you have to come here and throw your life away?" Little Jiu asked in confusion, Tang saber in hand.
"I am the guardian of Asura Temple. Now that Slaughter City has been destroyed, I am doomed!"
The King of Slaughter roared. He could Parasitize Tang Chen and kill the Asura God's inheritor; all of that had been trials tacitly permitted by the Asura God.
After all, the Asura God wanted to choose a strong person to inherit his legacy, not useless trash.
But Slaughter City was the inheritance ground the Asura God had left in the human world. If it was destroyed, the Asura