Without divine interference, Tang Chen's strength and talent would have almost certainly made him a god. He had merely been unlucky enough to become Asura God's discarded pawn. How could this Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King possibly have parasitized him and eroded his body...
Tang Chen paid the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King no further attention. All he needed to do now was kill it and avenge the grudge of having his path blocked.
The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was inside Tang Chen's body. Dealing with it would damage his foundation and hasten his death, which was why Tang Chen had hesitated before.
But the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King's threats had backfired, stirring the pride of a peerless powerhouse within Tang Chen. Death was death, whether it came sooner or later. What did it matter? Who had given this mere beast the courage to threaten a peerless powerhouse?
Having figured it out, Tang Chen, seated quietly upon the Slaughter Throne, instantly unleashed the pressure of a Pseudo Demigod. The structures within the hall trembled beneath that pressure, shattered, and turned to dust...
"Tang Chen, y-you actually dare lay a hand on this king! If you want this king dead, this king won't let you die peacefully either!" the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King roared madly. It had never imagined that a man it had controlled for decades would suddenly awaken, immediately seize control of his own body from its grasp, and now even try to kill it...
"Overconfident beast, die!" Even while fighting within his broken body, Tang Chen's face showed not the slightest trace of pain. The Soul Power within him continuously surged toward the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King in attack.
"Tang Chen, y-you will not, will not die well!" the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King