Capital of Slaughter, Should Not Exist

The King of Slaughter watched this scene, his eyes blood-red and his entire body radiating a violent, murderous aura. He lunged toward Dugu Bo, intent on tearing this fellow to pieces.

Dugu Bo stood not far away, a flash of coldness in his eyes, yet his expression remained indifferent.

He raised his hand slightly, his tone laced with mockery: "King of Slaughter, your rage is truly terrifying."

Just as the King of Slaughter was about to reach Dugu Bo, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

Immediately following, massive ice spikes erupted from the earth, shimmering with a frigid light and pointing straight at the King of Slaughter's chest.

The King of Slaughter's pupils contracted sharply, his momentum stalling as he narrowly avoided the ice spikes that had nearly impaled him.

A look of shock flashed in his eyes: "Who is playing tricks behind my back?"

As the words fell, the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor appeared in the air. The Ice Emperor pinched her nose and said to Qian Lingche: "Hey, let's finish this quickly. It's too disgusting here; I don't want to stay any longer."

Half a year later...

Bibi Dong sat on the high throne of the Pope Palace, eyes closed in meditation, when she suddenly heard Chrysanthemum Douluo rushing in to report.

She opened her eyes slightly, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure: "What is the meaning of this panic?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo knelt on one knee, his voice trembling: "Your Holiness the Pope, news has just arrived. The Young Master... has destroyed the Capital of Slaughter!"

Bibi Dong stood up abruptly upon hearing this, her eyes filled with disbelief: "What? Qian Lingche destroyed the Capital of Slaughter? How is that possible!"

Even if Qian Lingche had obtained a God Trial, those two fellows, Shi Yi and Guang Ling, could not have destroyed the Capital of Slaughter.

It wasn't as if she hadn't met the King of Slaughter; even she couldn't guarantee a victory within the Capital of Slaughter.

Chrysanthemum Douluo kept his head low, his gaze filled with hesitation.

He clutched a letter in his hand, wondering whether he should continue reporting this matter.

Seeing him like this, Bibi Dong said impatiently: "What are you hesitating for? Speak."

Chrysanthemum Douluo took a deep breath, looked up, and spoke with caution: "Your Holiness the Pope, a message from the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall instructs us to execute Evil Soul Masters on the spot, rather than sending them to the Capital of Slaughter."

Bibi Dong's palms clenched into fists, her nails digging into her skin as a cold, murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

A moment later, she slowly loosened her grip, her expression returning to calm. She looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, her tone indifferent: "You may go."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was slightly stunned, clearly not expecting Bibi Dong to be so calm.

He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty the Pope, what about the Young Master..."

Bibi Dong gave him a cold look: "I have my own arrangements. You only need to attend to your own duties."

Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly lowered his head: "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

He dared not say another word, turned, and retreated from the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong looked toward the direction of the Eternal Night Frost Song Hall, lost in thought: "Qian Lingche... it seems you have encountered quite a few fortuitous events."

"Snow God's Third Trial, destroy the Capital of Slaughter, completed."

"Reward: All spirit ring ages increased by 2,000 years, spirit power level increased by 2 levels."

"Bonus reward: Accompanying participants' spirit ring ages increased by 1,000 years."

As the voice faded, Qian Lingche's second spirit ring turned black.

At the same time, his spirit power level broke through to level 60, allowing him to absorb a sixth spirit ring.

Just then, Guang Ling, Ling Yuan, and the others suddenly felt a surge of energy pouring into their bodies.

Their first two spirit rings gradually shifted from yellow to purple, and the intensity of their spirit power increased significantly.

"What... is going on?" Guang Ling looked down at his spirit rings, his eyes full of confusion.

Ling Yuan also felt the changes within her, her tone filled with pleasant surprise: "This power has actually increased our spirit ring ages directly!"

However, as spirit beasts, the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor possessed no spirit rings.

Though they could not increase their spirit ring ages, the energy transformed directly into pure cultivation, merging into their bodies.

The Snow Emperor felt the changes within her, her gaze complex.

Meanwhile, except for Qian Lingche who was inside the Snow God Hall, the others—including Guang Ling, Ling Yuan, and the rest—bowed respectfully toward the direction of the Snow God Hall.

At this moment, the Snow God's voice resonated: "Snow God's Fourth Trial, to be initiated after obtaining the sixth spirit ring."

In the God Realm, inside the Snow God Hall.

Qian Shangyi sat upon her divine throne and suddenly laughed, her laughter filled with triumph and satisfaction.

Just then, Qian Yuhan walked in from outside the hall, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with confusion: "Qian Shangyi, what are you laughing at? What has made you so happy?"

Seeing Qian Yuhan enter, Qian Shangyi's smile deepened.

She waved her hand gently, and a light screen appeared out of thin air. Within it was the current state of the Capital of Slaughter—the once gloomy and terrifying city was now reduced to ruins, with an aura of deathly silence permeating the broken walls.

Qian Yuhan looked at the scene in the light screen, a flash of astonishment in her eyes: "The Capital of Slaughter... destroyed? Who did this?"

That villain Asura must be going mad; his place of inheritance has been utterly destroyed.

Qian Shangyi curled her lips into a smile: "Who else could it be? Naturally, it is my descendant, Qian Lingche."

She looked toward Qian Yuhan and said: "My third trial is to destroy the Capital of Slaughter."

Qian Yuhan nodded: "That is fine. Such a place of sin should never have existed in the first place; let it be destroyed."

Just then, a roar erupted from outside the hall, shaking the entire Snow God Hall until it trembled: "Qian Shangyi!"

Qian Yuhan frowned, a flash of coldness crossing her eyes.

She raised her hand, and a golden barrier instantly coalesced before her, blocking the incoming Sword Qi.

"Asura, what madness has seized you?" Qian Yuhan asked coldly, her tone laced with displeasure.

The figure of the Asura God appeared at the hall entrance, his body radiating violent killing intent, his eyes blood-red; he was clearly enraged to the extreme.

He stared fixedly at Qian Shangyi, gritting his teeth as he spoke: "Qian Shangyi, you actually dared to let your successor destroy the Capital of Slaughter! That was my place of inheritance!"

He only wanted to trip that brat up, didn't he? He hadn't even truly made a move, yet this madwoman Qian Shangyi was actually determined to fight him to the death.

Qian Shangyi sat upon her divine throne and let out a soft laugh: "Asura, a place of sin like the Capital of Slaughter should have been destroyed long ago. What right do you have to question me?"

"Wasn't my former place of inheritance also destroyed under your schemes? This is what one calls a fair exchange."

She lifted her hand slightly, and several massive ice spikes suddenly coalesced in the air, hovering around the Asura God and radiating a bone-chilling cold.

"Asura, either leave, or let us do battle once more." Qian Shangyi watched the Asura God coldly.

Looking at the massive ice spikes surrounding him, a flicker of wariness crossed the Asura God's eyes.

The Asura God remained silent for a moment, finally let out a cold snort, and turned to leave the Snow God Hall.