Rakshasa God

Within a magnificent palace constructed from dark red crystals, radiating an aura of endless bloodshed and majesty, deep inside the inner city of Slaughter City.

The King of Slaughter reclined lazily on a throne carved from colossal bones, a cup of blood-red liquid held in his hand, which he slowly swirled.

Before him floated a massive mirror of dark red light, clearly reflecting everything that was happening outside.

When he saw Qian Qizhou instantly crush several elite guards and their heavy armor into powder.

For the first time, a clear look of astonishment and confusion appeared in those scarlet eyes.

"Hmm?" The King of Slaughter straightened his body slightly, set down the wine cup, and his scarlet pupils fixed intently on Qian Qizhou's figure in the light mirror.

"What is this thing?"

"The Slaughter Domain can't suppress him?" The King of Slaughter frowned deeply. He could clearly feel that the Slaughter Domain had no effect on the young man.

"Interesting... truly interesting!" A sinister smile curved the King of Slaughter's lips.

"How many years has it been? Finally, a decent opponent has arrived. It seems this Slaughter Arena won't be so boring."

His scarlet gaze swept over Engulfing Lightning in Qian Qizhou's hand, a flicker of greed in his eyes: "That blade is also extraordinary. This kid has many secrets."

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and waved.

A dark red figure appeared silently beneath the throne, kneeling on one knee.

"Go, keep an eye on that kid," the King of Slaughter commanded indifferently.

"Yes, My King," the figure replied in a low voice, then vanished into a wisp of blood smoke.

The King of Slaughter picked up his wine cup again: "Let's see how far he can get in this hell, and don't disappoint me."

However, in the very next second—

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar erupted without warning.

An incredibly thick, violent pillar of lightning tore through space, ignoring the layers of barriers outside the palace and the suppression of the Slaughter Domain, and blasted directly through the roof!

The sturdy dark red crystal dome instantly turned to dust! Debris mixed with lightning fell.

The wine cup in the King of Slaughter's hand shattered with a crack, splashing the blood-red liquid all over him.

He shot up from his throne, the playful smile on his face instantly freezing, utterly stunned.

How was this possible?!

His palace! The core of Slaughter City! Reinforced by the Slaughter Domain! Had been blasted through by a single strike?!

Before he could recover from this sudden turn of events—

"WHOOSH—!"

A figure flew in through the gaping hole.

It was the newcomer he had just been observing in the light mirror—Qian Qizhou!

Qian Qizhou slowly raised his head and looked at the dumbfounded King of Slaughter: "Open the gate, I want to leave."

The King of Slaughter: "???"

Clearly, he was completely stunned, his mind unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

What the hell was going on?!

After a brief silence, the King of Slaughter's face was instantly filled with boundless rage and brutality.

"ROAR—!!!"

A roar, as if from the depths of hell, erupted from the King of Slaughter's throat.

The terrifying sound wave, mixed with tangible killing intent, spread out like a tsunami in all directions.

His scarlet eyes burned with furious flames as he stared intently at the audacious human in the center of the hall.

"Insignificant ant! You court death!!!"

The King of Slaughter's figure vanished instantly, appearing above Qian Qizhou the next moment, a massive claw slashing down towards Qian Qizhou's head.

Seeing this, the naginata in Qian Qizhou's hand flashed, and he met the claw.

"BANG—!!!!! "

Lightning and claw collided fiercely!

The deafening explosion echoed throughout Slaughter City.

A terrifying energy shockwave spread in a ring, further devastating the already ravaged hall.

Qian Qizhou's figure sank slightly, having endured the blow head-on.

But a flicker of disbelief flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes.

His enraged strike had been blocked head-on by a mere Soul Emperor...?!

Was this right???

Even though the opponent had used that strange blade, this was still too unbelievable.

"Who exactly are you?" The King of Slaughter descended, temporarily setting aside some of his contempt as he asked with vigilance.

This human is abnormal. He looks like he has a background; better be cautious.

At this moment, outside the Douluo Continent, in the God Realm, within a gloomy palace filled with endless resentment, hatred, jealousy, and the aura of death.

A blurry, distorted female figure, shrouded in dark purple evil light, was lazily leaning against a divine throne woven from countless wailing souls.

She was the Rakshasa God.

Suddenly, her eyes, filled with malice and indifference, shifted slightly.

The Rakshasa divine thought on the Nine-Headed Bat King had attracted her.

A gaze carrying a hint of playfulness and curiosity pierced through layers of space and the barriers of laws, casting itself toward Slaughter City.

"Oh?"

She sensed the exceptionally intense and uniquely natured energy collision in Slaughter City.

"Interesting..." A wicked arc curled the Rakshasa God's distorted lips. "There is such pure thunder in the lower realm? And it can even contend with the Slaughter Domain?"

Her gaze penetrated the void, seeing the shattered palace and the youth holding a naginata, confronting the King of Slaughter.

"A human... a Soul Emperor?" The interest in her eyes grew stronger. "Yet he can wield such power. Is it because of that blade? Or is there something special about him himself?"

A trace of extremely subtle Rakshasa Divine Power, carrying the force of corrosion and temptation, spread silently toward Slaughter City like an invisible spider thread...

Just then, that divine power entered the depths of the King of Slaughter's soul without a sound.

It was not meant to control him, but rather, like dropping a bead of water into boiling oil, it instantly detonated the already seething murderous intent and violence within his heart.

"Argh--!"

The King of Slaughter's body shuddered violently, the scarlet light in his eyes surging abruptly as his reason was instantly overwhelmed by an even more insane, more bloodthirsty desire for slaughter.

Only one infinitely magnified thought remained in his mind--

Kill him! Tear him apart! Crush this ant who dares to provoke me! Use his blood and wailing to wash away this humiliation!

"DIE!!!"

The terrifying slaughter aura around the King of Slaughter erupted like a volcano!

Dark red blood light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire shattered palace like a sea of blood in hell.

He slammed his hands together, and a massive, dark red greatsword, seemingly condensed from countless wronged souls and bones, instantly appeared in his grasp.

Roaring, he gripped the greatsword with both hands and struck down fiercely at Qian Qizhou.

The power of this strike far exceeded the previous one; he had already utilized the power of Asura within his body, vowing to completely annihilate Qian Qizhou.