Capital of Slaughter, Green Phosphorus Divine Light

The Goddess of Life looked at Qian Shangyi helplessly and sighed softly, "You are far too impulsive. To actually sever five levels of Asura's cultivation..."

Qian Shangyi let out a cold snort, her tone laced with disdain, "He allowed an otherworldly soul to possess that Tang San; we have already turned a blind eye to it."

"Now, he even wants to scheme against my successor. How could such a thing be allowed?"

"If the person he chose is incompetent, he should have them train more. Using such underhanded tactics is truly shameless."

The Goddess of Life frowned slightly, her tone carrying a hint of consolation, "The God Realm Committee is already aware of his actions and will issue a punishment."

"You... you are clearly the Snow God, yet your temper remains so fiery. However, since the matter has already occurred, how do you intend to respond?"

Qian Shangyi looked toward the direction of the Asura God Hall and said, "If anything happens to my successor, I will personally ensure his successor is buried alongside him."

Following a deafening explosion, a violent surge of soul power swept outward, with ice, snow, and dust swirling together to fill the sky.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the figure of Qian Lingche slowly emerged.

He knelt on one knee, his ice sword thrust deep into the ground to support his swaying body.

His robes were tattered and torn, and a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; clearly, he had sustained significant injuries during the battle.

He raised his head to stare intently ahead. The phantom of Yingxiang also gradually appeared, but the projection had become blurred and indistinct. Finally, the phantom dissolved into specks of light and vanished into nothingness.

Qian Lingche took a deep breath and slowly stood up. He murmured to himself, "I have, of course, already bid farewell to my past self."

The surrounding scene shifted once more, and Qian Lingche reappeared within the Snow God Hall.

He stood before the Snow God Statue, and the ice sword in his hand gradually turned into specks of light, dissipating into the air.

The voice of the Snow God echoed through the hall: "Snow God's Second Trial, Surpass Yourself, completed."

"Reward: All soul ring ages increased by one thousand years, soul power level increased by two levels."

As the voice faded, a surge of blue energy poured into his body.

Qian Lingche felt the colors of his original soul rings deepen, and at the same time, his soul power level climbed rapidly, breaking through directly to level 58.

Feeling the power within him, he was somewhat surprised; the rewarded soul power was just as solid as what he had cultivated himself, with not a hint of instability.

Just as Qian Lingche was rejoicing, the Snow God's voice sounded once more: "Angels are divine; uphold justice and let the holy light descend upon the continent once again."

"Snow God's Third Trial: Destroy the Capital of Slaughter."

"Time limit: One year."

Asura, since you want to play dirty, I shall send you a return gift.

Shi Yi stood at the entrance of the Capital of Slaughter. He looked at Qian Lingche beside him and said indifferently, "The Capital of Slaughter cannot restrict me. As long as I stagnate the domain of the Capital of Slaughter, it will be unable to suppress your cultivation."

Qian Lingche frowned slightly, "Is there any danger to you?"

Although he had never experienced it, a domain capable of covering such a massive area as the Capital of Slaughter could not possibly be suppressed easily.

Shi Yi shook his head, "It will only consume some soul power; there is no danger. As long as you resolve the King of Slaughter quickly, the Slaughter Domain will naturally dissipate."

Upon hearing this, Qian Lingche nodded, "Very well, we will finish the battle as quickly as possible. Brother Yi, you must be careful as well; do not push yourself."

Shi Yi stepped into the Capital of Slaughter. The scene before him shifted instantly, as if he had entered another world.

The air was thick with the heavy scent of blood, and the surrounding architecture was gloomy and eerie; every brick and stone was soaked in endless slaughter and sin.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a flash of silver light flickered within them.

He saw the scarlet domain shrouding the entire Capital of Slaughter, like an invisible giant hand firmly controlling the whole city.

Before the guards of the Capital of Slaughter could even speak, they saw Shi Yi's figure soar into the sky.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

In an instant, Shi Yi's body was enveloped in a layer of silver light.

"Time Domain—Stagnation!"

As his voice fell, the Time Domain expanded rapidly, instantly enshrouding the entire Capital of Slaughter.

The originally scarlet Slaughter Domain gradually lost its effect under the suppression of the Time Domain.

The people within the Capital of Slaughter suddenly discovered that the shackles on their bodies had vanished, their soul power had been restored, and even their movements had become much lighter.

However, before they could even rejoice, countless feathers burning with flames suddenly descended from the sky.

A voice echoed through the air: "Eighth Soul Skill—Boiling Blood!"

The flaming feathers landed in every corner, instantly igniting the entire city.

Raging fires soared into the sky, turning the once-gloomy Capital of Slaughter into a sea of flames, with wails and screams rising one after another.

But at this moment, the King of Slaughter was sitting upon his throne, surrounded by several bewitching women, enjoying their fawning service.

Yet, just as he prepared to further indulge in this fleeting pleasure, he suddenly sensed a powerful force suppressing his domain.

He frowned, a flash of coldness in his eyes, "Hm? Someone is suppressing my domain?"

Before he could even react, a massive explosion erupted in the core area of the Capital of Slaughter, shaking the entire palace to its foundations.

The King of Slaughter stood up abruptly, his face a mask of shock and fury. "What is happening? Who dares to run wild in my domain!"

He shoved the women beside him away, his voice laced with killing intent. "Get out!"

Terrified by his aura, the women retreated in haste, not daring to utter a word.

The King of Slaughter flickered, transforming into a streak of crimson light as he sped toward the source of the explosion.

When he flew out of the palace and saw the entire Capital of Slaughter engulfed in a sea of flames, a towering rage ignited in his eyes.

He roared, "Who is it?! Who dares to destroy my Capital of Slaughter!"

Just as Qian Lingche was about to speak, he suddenly heard Dugu Bo's voice echoing from afar: "Ninth Spirit Ability—Green Phosphorus Divine Light!"

In an instant, a brilliant emerald-green radiance erupted from Dugu Bo's body, radiating from him as the center and transforming into countless sharp beams that blanketed the Capital of Slaughter.

Guang Ling suddenly appeared beside Qian Lingche and grabbed his arm. "Let's go!"

Before Qian Lingche could react, he was whisked into the air by Guang Ling.

He looked down to see green liquid seeping out from the ground of the entire Capital of Slaughter.

The liquid emitted a pungent odor and carried immense toxicity and corrosive power; wherever it passed, buildings, the ground, and even the air were rapidly corroded, emitting a sizzling sound.

What was even more horrifying was that everyone touched by the venom let out agonizing wails.

Their bodies began to fester rapidly; their skin was eaten away, their flesh turned into pools of foul water, and even their bones were not spared.

The entire Capital of Slaughter had thoroughly transformed into a living hell, with cries of agony rising one after another, chilling to the bone.

Qian Lingche's brows locked tight, a flash of shock crossing his eyes. "This is too..."

This was the first time anyone had witnessed Dugu Bo's ninth spirit ability, which could actually permeate an entire region with toxins to form a land of death.