Storming Slaughter City

"Oh, fresh Bloody Mary!"

"And he's a pretty boy, too."

"So young, and he dares come to Slaughter City? He's in for some suffering!" The fallen ones of Slaughter City watched as the black-veiled woman led Qian Renchu along, assuming he was a new fallen one, and mocked him relentlessly.

"What a pity. This kid's still under newbie protection. Can't touch him." One fallen one sighed.

Hearing the idle chatter of these fallen ones, the black-veiled woman normally would not have cared, but now she trembled even more fiercely.

At that moment, Qian Renchu slowly came to a stop, then glared fiercely at those fallen ones wagging their tongues.

"What are you looking at?" A fallen one who seemed to be their leader held a Bloody Mary in his hand and sneered. "You're under newbie protection right now, so I can't touch you."

"But remember this, once it ends..."

"Ah!"

The fallen leader had barely finished speaking

when Qian Renchu's eyes turned dark, and in the next moment, he had been reduced completely to ashes.

The remaining fallen ones were stunned at first, then their faces filled with rage as they glared furiously at Qian Renchu.

Even more fallen ones gathered around, preparing to watch the spectacle.

The Slaughter City patrol in the distance was also alerted and immediately rushed over.

"Quick, he killed the Terror Knight Scott and even tried to assassinate the King of Slaughter!"

"All fallen ones, unite and defend the glory of the King of Slaughter!" Seeing the Slaughter City patrol appear, the black-veiled woman shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, both the Slaughter City enforcers and the fallen ones became worked up, aiming their weapons and hostile gazes at Qian Renchu.

In Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter was the most sacred being in their hearts.

Qian Renchu had dared threaten the King of Slaughter's envoy. He had to die!

"Young man, you may be powerful, but this is Slaughter City!" The black-veiled woman instantly found her courage. "You want to assassinate the King of Slaughter? Dream on!"

"I originally intended to spare your life." Qian Renchu smiled coldly. "I was going to let you live a little longer, but it seems you don't know how to cherish that chance!"

As soon as Qian Renchu finished speaking, his hand shot straight toward the black-veiled woman's ample chest.

In an instant, he tore out the black-veiled woman's heart. Then Qian Renchu gently clenched his hand, crushing it into ash!

"What? Ah..." The black-veiled woman stared in despair and terror at the bloody hole in her chest before breathing her last.

At the sight of this, all the fallen ones were startled.

She was the King of Slaughter's envoy, yet Qian Renchu had truly dared to kill her.

"You dare kill the King of Slaughter's envoy? Give me your life!" This was a Soul Saint patrol captain. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black—seven Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet, while a massive black tiger martial soul appeared behind him.

This man had once been a member of the Black Tiger Sect on Douluo Continent. After falling into depravity, he had become an enforcer under the King of Slaughter.

He was over seventy years old. Though his Soul Power was only rank seventy-eight, the King of Slaughter had granted him permission to activate Soul Rings. Thus, even a Title Douluo would have no choice but to kneel before him here!

Qian Renchu had actually killed the King of Slaughter's envoy right in front of him. How could he not be enraged?

"Sixth Soul Skill: Tiger Descends the Mountain!" The Black Tiger Soul Saint gave a low shout. The sixth ten-thousand-year Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up, transforming into a black tiger that charged savagely at Qian Renchu.

"Trifling trick!"

But in the next moment, Qian Renchu extended a palm.

His immense Soul Power instantly shattered the Black Tiger Soul Saint's attack, and his palm pierced directly through the man's chest and out his back!

Clearly, although the Black Tiger Soul Saint could disregard a Title Douluo, before Qian Renchu, a Demigod, he was still utterly vulnerable!

"Ah!!"

Seeing the Black Tiger Soul Saint die, the fallen ones were terrified beyond measure!

The way they looked at Qian Renchu had completely changed.

The Slaughter City enforcers were also stunned for a moment. Then the vice captain roared wildly, his voice empowered by Soul Power, "Someone has killed the King of Slaughter's envoy! Everyone, assemble! Assemble!"

At that moment, the Death Bell of Slaughter City rang out.

All the fallen ones revealed terrified expressions.

The Death Bell of Slaughter City only rang in times of danger, when Slaughter City faced a grave threat. It signified that something major was about to happen in Slaughter City, so they all rushed toward the outer city.

All the Slaughter City enforcers hurried toward the outer city to assemble as well.

Qian Renchu watched the Slaughter City enforcers constantly rushing toward him, yet his gaze remained calm and still, like an ancient well without a ripple. He seemed not to regard these enforcers as a threat at all.

"Who are you, to dare cause trouble in Slaughter City?" A tall man stood against the wind, dressed in black armor with a cape draped behind him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight Soul Rings flashed clearly beneath his feet. He was Dracula, the highest-ranking enforcer under the King of Slaughter in Slaughter City.

Dracula was a rank eighty-eight Soul Douluo, and in Slaughter City, where Soul Skills could not be used, even a Super Douluo might not be his match.

Behind him stood four more Soul Douluo enforcers!

Every one of them was fully armed, imposing and fierce, carrying an aura of majesty and martial might!

"Then listen carefully. I am Qian Renchu, the newly appointed Pope of Spirit Hall!" Qian Renchu smiled faintly. "Where is the King of Slaughter? Tell him to get out here!"

"The Pope of Spirit Hall!" At these words, both the enforcers present and the fallen ones were shocked.

They had all once been soul masters of Douluo Continent. How could they not know the title of the Pope of Spirit Hall?

None of them dared underestimate him any longer, and grave expressions appeared on their faces.

The fallen ones even subconsciously took several steps back.

The Pope of Spirit Hall was the leader of the soul master world. No matter how powerful Qian Renchu was, that title alone was enough to intimidate countless living beings!

"Wasn't Bibi Dong the Pope of Spirit Hall?" A Soul Douluo enforcer asked, his expression darkening slightly.

"I judged her." Qian Renchu replied calmly. "Enough. You are no match for me, and you still have some use to me. Have the King of Slaughter come out!"

Qian Renchu had already made his plans. He would not destroy Slaughter City.

The fallen ones of Slaughter City were all the most vicious criminals of Douluo Continent. Without Slaughter City, who knew how much more slaughter there would be outside?

These Slaughter City enforcers still had some use.

"Hmph!" Dracula snorted coldly. "Never mind whether you truly are the Pope of Spirit Hall. Even if you are, so what? This is not Douluo Continent. This is Slaughter City, the territory of the King of Slaughter! All soul masters, except Slaughter Gods, cannot use Soul Skills. Even if you are the Pope of Spirit Hall, you are merely a ferocious tiger with its fangs pulled!"

"Come, Pope of Spirit Hall. Let me first experience your strength and see what you're made of!"

The Pope of Spirit Hall might command great prestige outside, but here in Slaughter City, Dracula did not care whether he was the Pope of Spirit Hall or the Grand Worshipper.

The King of Slaughter was the only ruler!

He had to teach this Pope of Spirit Hall a lesson!