Meanwhile, Shen Lian was still slaughtering wildly in the streets. Corpses had already piled up around him, and blood flowed like a river.
But he had no intention of stopping. He knew that his "prey" was already on the way.
Shen Lian raised his head and looked toward the depths of the Capital of Slaughter, a cold curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.
"Tang Chen, I'm waiting for you here."
A black shadow tore through the blood-red sky, and the gale it brought with it swept up the loose strands of hair before Shen Lian's forehead.
The figure came to an abrupt stop before him. The hem of his black robe still trembled slightly, while dark golden chains wound around his exposed wrist. The chains connected to a longsword radiating a scarlet glow—the Asura Demon Sword, Shen Lian's target on this journey.
"Who are you?"
Tang Chen's voice was as hoarse as two stones grinding together. His scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Shen Lian, and the killing intent rolling off him was even more pungent than the surrounding stench of blood. Then he continued, addressing Shen Lian:
"Why is the Soul-Sealing Rule of the Capital of Slaughter ineffective against you?"
Tang Chen's gaze swept over the corpses beneath Shen Lian's feet. Terror of Soul Power still lingered in those eyes that had died unwillingly.
Not only could this brat use Soul Power, he even dared to massacre people in the heart of the Capital of Slaughter. He was practically challenging Tang Chen's authority.
Shen Lian weighed the Dragon-Slaying Blade in his hand, Soul Power flowing over its surface, then said to Tang Chen:
"My identity isn't important."
Shen Lian looked up at Tang Chen, a meaningful curve tugging at his lips, then continued:
"What matters is that I