Asura God, You're Courting Death!

The King of Slaughter was incredibly fast, arriving before Mo Lin in the blink of an eye.

Without a word, he raised his sword and slashed at his opponent.

The other party's actions have completely violated the rules of the Slaughter City.

If the other side isn't made to pay the price, the entire Slaughter City might be completely overthrown.

Furthermore, the opponent did not possess the aura of the Divine Slaughter's Domain.

Those without the Divine Slaughter's Domain cannot use their Soul Skill here; no matter how strong the opponent is, they are just a mortal with Soul Power but no skill.

Faced with the Asura Blood Sword's strike, Mo Lin simply sidestepped, easily dodging it.

"You're too slow."

He dodged, raised his fist, and brought it down—the movements were executed in one fluid motion.

The King of Slaughter didn't even have a chance to react before he was sent flying.

However, compared to the previous people, his defense was significantly higher.

That punch didn't even cause much damage.

The bat-shaped blood wings unfolded from behind, and the flapping of the wings created a gale that neutralized the force acting on the body.

The King of Slaughter landed steadily on the ground, his scarlet eyes fixed on Mo Lin not far away, his expression solemn.

He couldn't understand why someone could defeat him with sheer force.

Also, it seems like the opponent didn't use Soul Power in that last attack.

Pure brute force could send him flying; is this guy even human?

"Who are you?"

"It's that kind of question again. Seriously, don't you guys have any other lines?"

Mo Lin was speechless and too lazy to waste words with the other party.

Tang Chen isn't quite right in the head these days; let's beat him up first.

"We need to hold back, or we'll get killed."

They didn't dare use the power of the Dragon Talisman and the Pig Talisman.

Those two things are too destructive. Tang Chen is just a mortal; if he's not careful, he could really be turned to ashes.

Right now, he only uses three Talisman: the ox, the rabbit, and the chicken.

Furthermore, some restrictions need to be added; it can't be used at full power.

Otherwise, extreme speed combined with extreme power would not result in much less destructive force.

With a flash, Mo Lin arrived in front of the King of Slaughter.

"Can you withstand the power of eighteen years of accumulated skill in this punch?"

The force of the punch was so strong that the surrounding space twisted and deformed under its force.

The King of Slaughter's expression changed drastically; he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Just as the fist was about to land on the opponent's face, a furious roar echoed throughout the entire Slaughter City.

"Stop!"

In an instant, divine power descended, and the entire space of the Slaughter City was frozen in time.

Mo Lin's fist stopped less than an inch from the King of Slaughter's face, unable to advance even an inch further.

"Tch, spatial containment, what a cheap trick."

"Break!"

Mo Lin let out a low roar, and his aura surged.

Then fine cracks began to appear in the surrounding space, before it exploded.

In the shadows, the Asura God was completely stunned by what he saw.

"No? Stop!"

The Asura God realized what was about to happen, but Mo Lin's fist had already smashed into the King of Slaughter's face.

Because the Asura God Space sealed off the entire Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter didn't even have time to dodge.

That face took a solid hit from Mo Lin's punch.

His body flew backward and crashed into the ground with a muffled thud.

"You fucking bastard, didn't you hear me tell you to stop?!"

Seeing the King of Slaughter smashed into the ground, the Asura God was furious.

What kind of monster did Evil choose? Why is it so temperamental?

It's obvious that the Asura God has chosen Mo Lin as the successor of the God of Evil.

After all, he still carried the aura of God of Evil.

"You tell me to stop, and I stop? Don't I have any pride?"

"So what if you're God King? Go ahead and show me your true form. I've never even beaten God King before."

Holy crap? This kid wants to beat him up again.

They've gone too far, haven't they?

There is no law anymore!

Is this how Evil teaches you?

The Asura God suppressed his anger. After all, this was a lower plane, and the Divine Realm had rules against attacking beings from lower planes. As an enforcer of the law, he could not break it.

"Who does he think he is? Call him over and I'll still give him a piece of my mind."

Is this Asura God out of his mind? When did the God of Evil become qualified to teach him?

"You are not the chosen successor of Evil?"

Good heavens, the Asura God has finally realized something is wrong.

After all, what successor would dare to speak ill of their superior like that?

"Don't mention that annoying guy to me. I haven't seen him for a few days. If you see him, please tell him to stop bothering me, or I might just go to the Divine Realm and beat him up one of my bad luck."

At this moment, the Asura God was already somewhat confused.

A mere mortal dared to boast about beating up God King? And even sent another God King to deliver a message to him?

Is this reasonable?

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever encountered something so outrageous.

"Oh, by the way, I'll take this guy. You can't save him anyway. Maybe you could just give him to me; my neighborhood needs a doorman."

Seeing that the Asura God remained silent, Mo Lin assumed that the other party had agreed.

Thinking to himself, this Asura God is quite sensible, much better than that annoying God of Evil.

Just as he was about to walk toward the King of Slaughter lying in the deep pit, the Asura God stopped him.

"Kid, you'd better stop now."

The Asura God raised his hand and pressed it on Mo Lin's shoulder, his tone unusually cold.

Mo Lin turned his head.

"What do you mean."

He sensed the chill emanating from the other person; clearly, the other person wasn't as sensible as he had imagined.

Kneel down!

The immense pressure caused Mo Lin to sink downwards.

But it only sank a little bit.

The Asura God was shocked; the opponent was actually able to withstand his divine power head-on with his physical body.

"You're asking for it!"

Boom--!

Violent lightning bolts shot out from Mo Lin's eyes.

Sensing danger, the Asura God instantly fled.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough that the lightning laser beams shooting from Mo Lin's eyes barely grazed his scalp.

The Asura God may be able to escape, but the Slaughter City will not.

With Eye Lasers, a large section of the Slaughter City was leveled.

The building was destroyed; those caught in the Eye Lasers strike were instantly reduced to ashes.

Even those who managed to escape were often crushed into a bloody pulp by the collapsing buildings.

This was all thanks to the Asura God himself sealing off the space, leaving these people with no chance to escape.

Seeing this horrific scene, the Asura God felt a surge of anger.

"Mortal, you have angered me!"

Fuck you!

Mo Lin started cursing right away, and you're the one who's angry?

So what if he's the God King? If you mess with him, you'll still regret it!

At this moment, Mo Lin was completely enraged, his mind filled with thoughts of tearing the idiot in front of him who dared to lay a hand on him to pieces.

As for the agreement Good Side earlier on not to destroy the Slaughter City, he had long since forgotten about it.

Mo Lin flipped his hands and fired two Dragon Blast at the Asura God beside him.

In terms of destructive power, the Dragon Talisman is far more terrifying Pig Talisman.

The entire Slaughter City trembled as the Dragon Blast.

Even Xiao Hei, who was cleaning up the mess on the ground, felt the tremors beneath his feet.

"What happened? An earthquake!"

"Wait a minute? This aura belongs to the boss!"

"The boss has lost his temper!"