The Slaughter King was utterly provoked by Danheng's remark, and a dazzling red light suddenly erupted around him.
This time, however, Danheng had come prepared and was no longer affected by his flashbang.
"I told you to mind your status. Why do you keep worrying about whether my hand is shaking or not?!"
With a sweep of his arm, the bloody, murderous aura throughout Slaughter City seemed to be guided, converging upon his right hand.
At that moment, a rare stillness descended upon Slaughter City. All the Fallen Ones knelt in the Slaughter King's direction like devout worshippers.
A massive red-and-black sword over two meters long slowly formed. Grasping its hilt, the Slaughter King turned into an afterimage and appeared before Danheng, bringing the blade down in a slash.
"I'll show you whether my hand shakes!"
Danheng, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes slightly as though pondering something, his gaze fixed on the Demon Sword in the Slaughter King's hand.
This sword contained an extraordinary power as well, identical to the peculiar force in the Slaughter King's earlier attack.
As the blade was about to fall, its intense killing intent rushed straight at Danheng's face, lifting his hair slightly.
Danheng merely tilted his body to one side, and the Slaughter King's Demon Sword sliced past the tip of his nose.
"The energy in this is wrong. There seems to be something wrong with the Slaughter King too."
Feeling it from such close range made Danheng even more certain that the Demon Sword contained far more than ordinary killing intent.
Even if the Slaughter King ruled all of Slaughter City, there was no reason for him to possess such a strange power.
"Is my hand shaking?!"
The Slaughter King showed no other reaction after his attack missed. With a flick of his wrist