The Rakshasa God

Deep in the inner city of Slaughter City stood a magnificent palace built from dark-red crystal, exuding an endless aura of bloodshed and majesty.

The King of Slaughter lounged lazily upon a throne carved from enormous bones, holding a cup of crimson liquid that looked like blood and slowly swirling it.

A huge dark-red mirror of light floated before him, clearly reflecting everything happening outside.

When he saw Qian Qizhou crush several elite guards and their heavy armor to dust in an instant,

the first hint of shock and confusion appeared in his scarlet eyes.

"Hmm?" The King of Slaughter sat a little straighter and set down his cup, his crimson pupils fixed on Qian Qizhou's figure in the mirror.

"What the hell is that?"

"The Slaughter Domain can't suppress him?" The King of Slaughter furrowed his brows. He could clearly sense that the Slaughter Domain had no effect whatsoever on the boy.

"Interesting... Truly interesting!" A wicked smile curled the King of Slaughter's lips.

"How many years has it been? Someone halfway decent has finally shown up. Looks like this time, the Slaughter Arena won't be so boring."

His scarlet gaze swept over the Engulfing Lightning in Qian Qizhou's hand, and a trace of greed glimmered in his eyes. "That blade is no ordinary weapon, either. This kid has plenty of secrets."

He pondered for a moment, then raised a hand and gestured.

A dark-red figure silently appeared beneath the throne and dropped to one knee.

"Go. Keep an eye on that boy," the King of Slaughter ordered coolly.

"Yes, my king," the figure murmured, then dissipated into a wisp of blood-red smoke.

The King of Slaughter lifted his cup again. "Let's see how far he can get in this hell. He'd better not disappoint me."

But the very next second—

"RUMBLE—!!!"

A deafening crash rang out without warning.

A massive pillar of violent lightning tore through space, ignoring the palace's layers of barriers and the suppression of the Slaughter Domain, and blasted straight through the roof!

The sturdy dark-red crystal dome instantly turned to dust! Shards of stone rained down with the lightning.

The cup in the King of Slaughter's hand shattered with a sharp crack, splashing crimson liquid all over him.

He sprang to his feet, the amused smile on his face instantly frozen. He was completely stunned.

How was this possible?!

His palace! The heart of Slaughter City! Strengthened by the Slaughter Domain! Someone had blasted straight through it in one strike?!

Before he could recover from the sudden upheaval—

"Whoosh!"

A figure flew in through the gaping hole.

It was the very newcomer he'd been watching in the mirror—Qian Qizhou!

Qian Qizhou slowly raised his head and looked at the stunned King of Slaughter. "Open the gates. I'm leaving."

The King of Slaughter: "???"

He was clearly dumbstruck, his mind utterly unable to process what was happening before him.

What the hell was going on?!

After a brief, dead silence, boundless fury and savagery flooded the King of Slaughter's face.

"ROAR—!!!"

A roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell burst from the King of Slaughter's throat.

The terrifying sound waves, mixed with a palpable aura of slaughter, surged in every direction like a tsunami.

His scarlet eyes blazed with towering fury as he glared at the audacious human in the center of the hall.

"You ant! You're asking for death!!!"

The King of Slaughter vanished in an instant, then reappeared above Qian Qizhou. A massive claw slashed viciously toward his head.

At the sight of it, the Naginata in Qian Qizhou's hand flashed, and he swung it up to meet the claw.

"BANG—!!!!!"

Lightning and claw crashed together!

A deafening explosion thundered through all of Slaughter City.

A terrifying shock wave spread in a ring, further reducing the already ravaged hall to utter ruin.

Qian Qizhou's figure sank slightly, but he held firm and took the blow head-on.

Yet disbelief flashed through the King of Slaughter's eyes.

His strike, delivered in a fit of rage, had been blocked head-on by a Soul Emperor kid?!

How did that make any sense???

Though the other boy had borrowed the power of that strange blade, this was still utterly inconceivable.

"Who are you, exactly?" The King of Slaughter landed and, for the moment, let go of some of his contempt. He asked warily,

This human wasn't normal. He looked like he might have powerful backing, so better to be cautious.

Beyond Douluo Continent, in the Divine Realm, a shadowy palace brimmed with boundless malice, hatred, jealousy, and the aura of death.

A vague, twisted female figure, shrouded in dark-purple, baleful light, lounged against a divine throne woven from countless souls wailing in agony.

She was the Rakshasa God.

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

The Rakshasa Divine Sense on the Nine-Headed Bat King had caught her attention.

A gaze tinged with amusement and curiosity pierced through layer upon layer of space and laws, settling on Slaughter City.

"Oh?"

She sensed the unusually violent and distinctive clash of energy in Slaughter City.

"Interesting..." The twisted corners of the Rakshasa God's mouth curled into an eerie smile. "The lower realm has such pure lightning? And it can even stand against the Slaughter Domain?"

Her gaze pierced through the void. She saw the palace blasted open, and the boy holding a Naginata as he faced off against the King of Slaughter.

"A human... a Soul Emperor?" Her interest deepened. "And yet he can wield such power. Is it because of that blade? Or is there something special about him?"

A thread of Rakshasa Divine Power, carrying a hint of corruption and temptation, crept silently toward Slaughter City like an invisible strand of spider silk...

Just then, that divine power silently entered the depths of the King of Slaughter's soul.

It wasn't meant to control him. Rather, it was like a drop of water tossed into boiling oil, instantly igniting the murderous fury and savagery already surging within him.

"Gah—!"

The King of Slaughter shuddered, and the scarlet light in his eyes suddenly flared. His reason was instantly drowned by an even more frenzied, bloodthirsty urge to kill.

Only one thought remained in his mind, magnified beyond all measure—

Kill him! Tear him apart! Crush the ant who dared defy him! Wash away this humiliation with his blood and screams!

"Die!!!"

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

Crimson light surged into the sky, illuminating the shattered palace like a hellish sea of blood.

He brought his hands together, and an enormous dark-red greatsword appeared in them, seemingly formed from countless vengeful spirits and bones.

Roaring, he gripped the greatsword in both hands and brought it crashing down on Qian Qizhou.

The strike was far more powerful than before. He had already drawn on the power of Asura within him, determined to annihilate Qian Qizhou completely.