The Angel Martial Soul's purifying power furiously scoured the evil resentment within the King of Slaughter.
A moment of clarity came over the King of Slaughter. Two forces seemed to be fighting for control within him, and his voice came out hoarse and strained. "Tang Chen, I am Tang Chen! Not... the King of Slaughter!"
Qian Renxue did not withdraw her sword. She could feel the angelic sacred power continuing to break down the evil power within the King of Slaughter.
Suddenly, the King of Slaughter gave a muffled groan. His chest heaved violently, and a cloud of dark red mist poured from his mouth and nose, twisting and struggling in midair.
Like a blood-red bat forcibly stripped from its host, it let out a piercing shriek before dissipating in the golden light of the Angel Domain.
The blood-red color faded completely from the King of Slaughter's eyes. "I... am awake."
At this moment, he should have been called Tang Chen.
Tang Chen laughed. He took stock of his battered body, then looked up at Qian Renxue, his voice filled with an indescribably complex emotion. "The Angel Martial Soul? What is your relationship to Qian Daoliu?"
Qian Renxue nodded slightly. "My name is Qian Renxue. Qian Daoliu is my grandfather."
"That old bastard Qian Daoliu..." Tang Chen coughed a few times, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "He sent you to kill me?"
"No. I didn't know you were Tang Chen. I came to pass judgment on the King of Slaughter," Qian Renxue replied. "You're awake now, but the King of Slaughter's sins won't be wiped clean just because you've awakened."
Tang Chen froze, then slowly spoke. "I accept responsibility for the sins Slaughter City has accumulated over a thousand years. But that beast suppressed my true self for