The Idiot System Mistook Even Killing Intent, Emergency Demon King Protection Mode!

Within the sea of blood and spirit, Qian Sha Yu was so furious he nearly jumped to his feet on the spot.

One hand pressed against his temple while the other pointed at Qian Renxue outside, and he cursed nonstop.

"Good lord, just good lord!"

"You sanctimonious little bitch, did a door squeeze your brain flat?"

"I've been fighting and killing on the front lines for you, shielding you from the wind and rain, and you turn around and stab me in the back?"

"There's no guarding against this. Absolutely no guarding against this!"

"A pig teammate was right beside me. The ancients truly did not deceive me!"

Qian Sha Yu frantically ruffled his black hair, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching violently.

He had originally thought that when Qian Renxue returned to Spirit City, she would casually come up with some excuse to brush things over.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected this girl to pull off such a hardcore self-destruction stunt.

Right in front of every member of the Worship Hall, she had slapped him with the title of "Extreme Slaughter Second Personality."

"Fine, you really are something, you little saint!"

"You really think dragging your grandfather out here means you can use a Peerless Douluo's power to purify me?"

"Just you wait!"

"The next time I take over this body, if I don't raise hell in Heaven, I'll take your surname!"

Qian Sha Yu's roar shook the Sea of Spirit.

The crimson ocean surged with towering waves beneath his fury.

At the center of the hall, Qian Renxue felt as though she were sitting on pins and needles.

As she watched her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, slowly withdraw the finger pressed against her brow, his expression full of confusion,

a deep sense of helplessness rose within Qian Renxue.

Even the most powerful Peerless Douluo on the entire continent had been unable to detect the slightest trace of that man.

Listening to Qian Sha Yu's overwhelming stream of obscenities and furious curses in her mind, Qian Renxue's expression turned extremely ugly.

Yet the situation had reached a point where there was no turning back. She could not retreat even half a step.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and did her utmost to keep her voice steady.

She braced herself and met the confused, scrutinizing gazes of Qian Daoliu and the several worshippers.

"Grandfather, esteemed worshippers, Xue'er has not uttered a single false word."

"That Second Personality truly is rooted deep within my soul."

"It is merely hidden too deeply for ordinary methods to reach."

Qian Renxue spoke clearly and distinctly, trying her best to make her words more convincing.

"Only when my emotions fluctuate intensely, or when I am driven into a desperate situation and lose control of my mind, does he forcibly tear apart my consciousness and take over this body."

"And once he takes control, this body can display terrifying killing intent and combat power comparable to that of a Titled Douluo."

Her words drifted through the solemn golden hall.

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo stared blankly, then raised a hand and smacked his broad forehead.

"What the hell?"

"One body has two souls inside it?"

"When someone gets emotional, they can turn from a Soul Sage into a Titled Douluo?"

"Is there really such a bizarre kind of mutation in this world?"

Third Worship Azure Luan Douluo and Fourth Worship Mighty Lion Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing utter disbelief in the other's eyes.

This sounded even more absurd and bizarre than the secret arts of fallen soul masters.

Yet Qian Daoliu's focus was entirely different from that of the other worshippers.

He stood before the golden steps, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

An unparalleled killing god?

Addicted to slaughter?

Xue'er was the most gifted genius the Qian Clan had produced in centuries, and she was also the one blessed by the gods, destined to inherit the Angel God's divine seat.

The Angel God represented supreme light, purity, and holiness.

If her body contained a bloodthirsty personality overflowing with killing intent, would that not be like driving a deadly poisonous thorn into the pure Source of Holiness?

During the future Angel God Trial, this would undoubtedly become a fatal weakness waiting to explode.

This was no longer a simple bodily abnormality. It was a fundamental hidden danger concerning the Qian Clan's millennia-long legacy and divine inheritance.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu's aura changed.

He slowly raised his eyes, and all warmth and affection vanished from their depths.

The supreme aura unique to a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo rose into the air.

An immense pressure as vast as heavenly might sealed the entire hall.

Along with that pressure came an icy killing intent so dense it seemed tangible.

That killing intent locked onto Qian Renxue at the center of the hall like a sharp blade.

"Grand... Grandfather?!"

Qian Renxue's entire body froze in place.

This was the first time in her life that she had experienced such terrifying killing intent from the grandfather who loved her most.

At that instant, she felt as though all the air around her had been sucked away.

A suffocating pressure, as heavy as Mount Tai bearing down on her, crashed over her from every direction.

Her heart contracted, even missing a beat beneath the extreme pressure.

Grandfather... wanted to kill her?

To eliminate that potential hidden danger to the divine trial, was her grandfather actually willing to erase her with his own hands?

Fear wrapped around Qian Renxue's heart like wildly spreading poisonous weeds, draining the last trace of color from her face in an instant.

[ Ding! Detected that the host is under a super-level threat of death. Crisis level determined: Fatal!]

[Life-preservation mechanism triggered. Emergency Demon King Protection Mode activated!]

[Duration: Seven days!]

Qian Sha Yu, who had been sitting on the crimson throne and cursing to his heart's content, stared in utter disbelief.

He turned to stone on the spot.

"What?"

"Emergency Protection Mode?"

"And it lasts seven days?"

Qian Sha Yu's mouth twitched violently. He wanted nothing more than to slap this artificially stupid system straight into a crack in the ground.

"You artificial moron! Did you mess up your judgment logic code?"

"That old man is obviously just releasing his aura to test his own granddaughter!"

"How could he possibly slap his only biological granddaughter to death?"

"Something this obvious, and you actually classified it as a death threat?"

Qian Sha Yu was nearly angered to the point of vomiting blood by this trash system's rigid judgment.

This was truly a case of being unable to dismount from a tiger's back.

He was not remotely prepared to face the entire Worship Hall head-on yet.

If he appeared directly while occupying Qian Renxue's body, would that not confirm that he was some peerless old demon?

"Stop! Stop right now!" Qian Sha Yu roared madly deep within his consciousness.

Yet the system refused to listen to his commands.

Once the Demon King Protection mechanism activated, it became like a runaway wild horse that had leapt the tracks, with no path back.

A violent force erupted from the deepest part of the sea of consciousness.

Qian Sha Yu's consciousness was forced out of the Sea of Spirit by an irresistible power, and that power instantly seized complete control over the body.

The mutation erupted without warning!

First, the tips of the two outermost wings behind Qian Renxue

suddenly seemed to have been soaked in blood, the gilded feathers spreading dark crimson patterns at a visible speed.

The gentle holy light around her abruptly stalled.

Then crimson waves surged forth, and the temperature in the hall plummeted.

Killing intent so dense it was nearly viscous spread outward from the altar.

Even the air carried a rusty, bloody stench.

"Hm?"

Golden light flared brightly in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

He had just raised his hand to suppress her when his movement came to an abrupt halt.

Because Qian Renxue's body was rapidly transforming.

Her six angel wings completely shed their sacred gold, turning into a dark, blood-red hue.

The edge of every feather was sharp as a blade, while strange black patterns spread across their shafts.

When they unfurled, they stirred faint tearing sounds through the air. Not a trace of holy gentleness remained—only frigid killing intent.

Her Angel Battle Armor, once white and gold-trimmed, became covered in a layer of dark crimson bloodlight.

Twisted slaughter patterns emerged across her breastplate and shoulder armor.

A bloody crack ran straight through the Angel mark on her forehead.

Her clear golden pupils transformed completely into crimson vertical pupils. The corners of her eyes tilted slightly upward, blooming with an eerie red.

She lowered her head slightly. A thread of blood-red killing intent coiled around her fingertips, and when she gently clenched her hand, a crisp burst of compressed air rang out.

Her face, once dignified and cool with the divinity of the Angel God, was now covered in a cold, wicked charm.

There was no longer the slightest trace of the Angel lineage's light aura.

Only the indifferent savagery and viciousness of slaughtering all living beings remained!