The Rakshasa God's Ambition

"Whoever kills the one with the purple light above their head shall be the next King of Slaughter, ruling over all the fallen ones within the entire Slaughter City."

His voice was filled with temptation, influencing the already mentally unstable fallen ones.

Faced with the allure of becoming the King of Slaughter and enjoying fine food, wine, and beauties simply by killing the one with the purple light, combined with the illusions of a bright future projected by the Rakshasa God during the transmission, all the fallen ones in Slaughter City lost their heads.

Following the direction pointed out by the Rakshasa God, they rushed toward Qian Xunji's location.

After doing all this, the Rakshasa God began to watch the show with great interest.

A pure descendant of the angels had no qualifications to become a High Priest of the Rakshasa God. Only a descendant of the fallen angels, filled with resentment and evil thoughts, was most suitable for the role.

Seeing his vision affected by the purple glow, Qian Xunji pulled out a mirror to check. He then saw a purple ball of light hovering above his head. It was a purple orb that he could not shake off, clearly the handiwork of some god.

Slaughter City was the inheritance ground for both the Asura God and the Rakshasa God. As for which god was bored enough to stir up this trouble, Qian Xunji did not know, and he had no time to waste brain cells guessing.

The fallen ones gathering from all directions had bloodshot eyes and were panting like oxen, staring at him intensely.

"Too many." Qian Xunji frowned, thinking to himself that this was bad.

Even if he just stood there and let them be killed, he couldn't finish off thousands of fallen ones in a short time. Moreover, more fallen ones in the distance were gathering toward his position.

Without much hesitation, Qian Xunji directly used his eighth soul skill, "Angel Roar," a group-attack mental ability. This skill released a mental shockwave that caused soul oscillation to enemies within range, which could lead to head explosions and death in severe cases.

With his Divine Origin Realm mental power, Qian Xunji activated this soul ring skill, which had an age of over fifty thousand years. With Qian Xunji as the center, the fallen ones within a radius of 340 meters either fainted from soul oscillation or died from their heads exploding.

Killing a large number of fallen ones at once was a recordable feat, but the consumption was also enormous. Therefore, after one strike, Qian Xunji immediately relocated, chewing on a Dragon Blood Leaf he had taken from his system space while running.

The Dragon Blood Leaf was a spiritual herb from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, capable of rapidly restoring one's soul power when consumed. Here in Slaughter City, Qian Xunji dared not utilize his soul core to absorb the heaven and earth energy, which was saturated with evil killing intent, to restore his soul power.

"Little brat, you run quite fast, but unfortunately for you, your granddaddy here is particularly clever and has blocked your path ahead!"

A fallen one with a long nose and small braids tied on both sides stood in the path Qian Xunji had to take, gripping a curved blade and spouting wild words.

Qian Xunji remained silent, his footsteps never faltering. He gripped his golden sword and killed the opponent with a single strike to the throat. Faced with mentally unstable fallen ones, there was no point in wasting time with idle chatter; it was better to just kill them.

"What a dull stick." The watching Rakshasa God commented on Qian Xunji.

A cold, arrogant descendant of the angels who spoke little. He was perfect for taking out a small leather whip, lashing him until his skin was torn and flesh was mangled, just to listen to his screams.

The Rakshasa God was not dissatisfied with Qian Xunji's strength or combat performance after watching the fun for a day. However, he was very dissatisfied with the fallen ones. A bunch of trash, unable to even leave a single wound on Qian Xunji.

If not for the fear of the Asura God's sanctions, the Rakshasa God would have loved to shut down the Slaughter Domain of Slaughter City, allowing the fallen ones to regain their full strength and gang up on Qian Xunji, rather than having them picked off one by one by the mobile Qian Xunji, their numbers constantly dwindling.

The Rakshasa God sighed inwardly; it was a pity that Tang Chen was not in Slaughter City, preventing him from seeing a battle between evenly matched opponents. As for the current King of Slaughter, he was merely a piece of trash who had picked up the position by luck after Tang Chen killed the previous 99th-level Limit Douluo King of Slaughter, obtained the God of Slaughter Domain, and left the city.

How could an ordinary Title Douluo be a match for this decisive and ruthless descendant of the angels, Qian Xunji?

Qian Xunji held his golden sword, standing ready. He did not know why the fallen soul master at the Title Douluo level before him was still able to use his soul ring skills.

"I am the ruler of Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter, Wei Changgong!"

"Pope of the Spirit Hall, you come to Slaughter City to kill my subjects—are you trying to destroy the agreement signed between the Spirit Hall and Slaughter City a thousand years ago!"

Wei Changgong recognized the Angel Domain and guessed that this guy in imperial armor, who had invaded Slaughter City and killed everyone he saw, was the Pope of the Spirit Hall. He had once been a soul master living on the Douluo Continent, so he naturally knew that every generation of Popes of the Spirit Hall possessed the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

As a fallen soul master at the Title Douluo level, he had seen the power of the Angel Domain, which was a natural nemesis to fallen soul masters.

Qian Xunji's face, hidden behind the armor, shifted slightly. He truly did not know what agreement the Spirit Hall and Slaughter City had signed a thousand years ago.

The original host had only been Pope for a few days, yet he spent every day moping because of Qian Daoliu's remark that he was the least talented person in the Qian family.

He had not glanced at a single one of the books in the Pope's Palace that recorded past events.

Having transmigrated here, he had left Spirit City at the first opportunity to seize opportunities in the Sunset Forest, so naturally, he had never read the books in the Pope's Palace.

"You have mistaken me for someone else." Qian Xunji denied it flatly, speaking his first words since arriving in Slaughter City.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, as long as he did not admit to being the Pope of the Spirit Hall, it did not count.

Upon hearing the voice, Wei Changgong also sensed that something was wrong.

This voice was not Qian Daoliu's.

If it wasn't Qian Daoliu, then what did he have to fear?

Wei Changgong summoned his martial soul, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, possessed it, activated his amplification soul skills, and charged at Qian Xunji while wielding his Demon Scythe.

Qian Xunji immediately utilized the head soul bone skill of the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm: Soul Shock.

Wei Changgong suffered a mental attack, losing control of his body. Qian Xunji seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and pierced his throat with a single strike.

The battle ended quickly, and golden holy flames purified Wei Changgong's physical body.

With the feedback of holy power gained from purifying the evil energy of a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse, Qian Xunji—who had been killing continuously for a month in Slaughter City and had slaughtered countless tens of thousands of fallen ones—finally broke through his soul power from level 98 to level 99, becoming a genuine Limit Douluo.

Seeing Qian Xunji break through to become a Limit Douluo, a flash of cunning crossed the Rakshasa God's eyes.

A freshly minted level 99 Limit Douluo who was not an Angel descendant with the Seraphim martial soul was the perfect candidate to become the new High Priest of the Rakshasa God.

Once the little girl in the outside world with the twin top-tier evil beast martial souls grew up, she would be guided to Slaughter City to begin the Rakshasa God Trial.

An Angel descendant would be sacrificed to give birth to the new Rakshasa God.

Then, the Douluo Continent, which the Angel God cherished so dearly, would be destroyed, and all Angel descendants and believers would be slaughtered.

This script was simply magnificent.