A platinum streak of light cut through the night sky and gathered above Spirit City.
Qian Renxue landed on the stone steps before the Worship Hall and folded her eight wings, the night breeze gently lifting her long golden hair.
The Worship Hall was brightly lit.
Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, the long table before him covered in blueprints and half-finished products.
There were metal components of various sizes, crossbow bolt samples, and several fully assembled hidden weapons.
Several sheets of draft paper covered in annotations lay scattered nearby, ink smeared here and there. Clearly, this Level 99 Peerless Douluo had been staying up late quite often recently.
Hearing footsteps, Qian Daoliu raised his head. The moment he saw Qian Renxue, the wrinkles on his aged face instantly relaxed. He set the half-finished piece in his hand on the table. "Xue'er, you're back? The King of Slaughter..."
"Taken care of." Qian Renxue walked up to the long table and casually pulled over a stool to sit down. "Grandpa, guess who the King of Slaughter was?"
Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow. "Who? Someone worth making such a mystery of, Xiao Xue?"
"Tang Chen."
Qian Daoliu's smile froze on his face.
"...What did you say?" Qian Daoliu's voice sounded a little unsteady. "Tang Chen? Tang Chen, the former sect master of the Clear Sky Sect?"
"Yes. The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King had parasitized him, and he had been ruling Slaughter City as the King of Slaughter all along." Qian Renxue briefly recounted what had happened. "When I passed judgment on him, my Angel Sacred Power purified the resentment within him, and he briefly regained his senses."
Qian Daoliu sat on his cushion, overwhelmed by conflicting feelings. "I waited for him for so many years. I thought he had long