How could the power of two extremes be so easy to block?
Even a Level 97 Titled Douluo would suffer a crushing loss with the slightest carelessness!
Amid the tornado of blades and fire, Lin Yang clearly heard a muffled grunt, laden with irrepressible shock and fury.
Immediately afterward, a figure flew backward out of the flames in utter disarray.
The King of Slaughter's enormous bat wings had been scorched black, their flesh rotted away until practically nothing but a framework of bones remained.
He staggered as he steadied himself, the wounds on his body filling his scarlet eyes with madness. "You're courting death!"
His hoarse roar nearly tore through the entire Slaughter City.
Hearing that venomous voice, everyone else in Slaughter City felt their hearts jolt.
Had he... lost his composure?
Indeed, at this moment, the King of Slaughter really was struggling to hold himself together.
Humiliation, rage, killing intent, and frustration churned endlessly in his chest.
Although he had parasitized Tang Chen, a Limit Douluo, he had only managed it through trickery, exploiting an opening while Tang Chen was undergoing the Asura trial.
Although his Soul Power and physique far surpassed those of ordinary Titled Douluo, he could not use Tang Chen's Martial Soul, Soul Skills, secret techniques, or other powers at all, and even had to divide his attention to suppress Tang Chen.
He could only wield seventy or eighty percent of his full strength.
In the past, with that seventy or eighty percent of his strength and Slaughter City's unique environment, no one had dared stroke the tiger's whiskers.
Yet today, of all days, he had run into a monster.
A mere Six-Ring Soul Emperor, yet stronger than an ordinary Titled Douluo.
His own domain could even resist Slaughter City's rules, directly rendering the King of