The Holy Sword Shatters Evil! Asura Descends! The King of Slaughter Is Their Grandfather?

The King of Slaughter's expression changed drastically. Qian Daoliu had appeared several times sooner than he had anticipated.

He abruptly pushed Tang Hao and Tang Xiao behind him. Dark-red divine sense surged wildly around him, and an enormous phantom of the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat appeared at his back, its spreading wings carrying a thick reek of blood:

"Qian Daoliu! Don't think being a Quasi-God lets you do whatever you please! The lord backing me won't let you get away with this! Let us leave if you know what's good for you, or bear the consequences!"

"The lord backing you? The Asura God, correct?"

A cold smile curled Qian Daoliu's lips. Golden angel soul power gathered in his hand, forming the phantom of a Holy Sword over three meters long. Its sacred radiance blazed like the scorching sun, instantly evaporating the surrounding blood mist.

"Let's see whether the Asura God descends in person, or whether you parasitic bat are merely bluffing! Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving!"

The Ice Empress struck at once as well. Pale-blue Ice Spikes shot up from the ground, sealing off the King of Slaughter's retreat like a fence. The chill radiating from them sent the surrounding temperature plummeting:

"Surrender! In Spirit City, no one can escape us, much less take Spirit Hall's prisoners away!"

The King of Slaughter stared at the two before him, despair filling his eyes-he knew he was no match for Qian Daoliu and the Ice Empress.

Yet he dared not give up. If his mission failed, the Asura God would surely scatter his soul to the winds.

He drew a deep breath. The dark-red divine sense around him surged once more as he prepared for a desperate fight:

"Want to capture me? It won't be that easy!"

Holding Tang