Yu Tianheng's pupils shrank sharply, his grip on the sword hilt tightened slightly, and his face was filled with astonishment. He stared blankly at the hundred-foot-deep ravine, his heart churning with shock. "I clearly didn't use any cultivation, just a light slash... yet it has such power? As expected of the Asura God, such terrifying sharpness is far beyond what ordinary Soul Tool can compare to!"
Thick, blood-red fog churned through the streets and alleys of the Slaughter City, and the stench of blood in the air seemed to solidify into a tangible substance, stickily Entanglement to Yu Tianheng's body.
When the Asura God's test instructions echoed in his mind, the Asura God Sword in his hand trembled violently, its cold light nearly piercing the mist before him— the Eighth Trial: slay the King of Slaughter and grant him liberation.
The moment Yu Tianheng heard the words " King of Slaughter," his pupils contracted slightly, and the memory of Tang Chen in his mind suddenly became clear.
He knew that Tang Hao, the legendary figure of the Clear Sky Sect who had long since disappeared, had found the inheritance of the Asura God in this very Slaughter City, but was ambushed by the Rakshasa God at the final hurdle. Parasite by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, the once towering powerhouse was reduced to a puppet controlled by his killing instinct, sinking into bloodshed day after day, a suffering more painful than death.
"To be freed by killing... I see." Yu Tianheng murmured to himself, his fingertips tracing the patterns on the Asura God Sword, the hesitation in his eyes gradually turning into determination. Rather than letting Tang Chen continue to suffer in endless slaughter, it would be better to end it all by himself and truly free him from the shackles of the " King of Slaughter ".
Without lingering any longer, Yu Tianheng gripped the Asura God Sword tightly, his figure sweeping through the blood-stained streets like a gust of wind. Following the densest stench of blood and oppressive aura in the air, he strode towards the deepest part of the Slaughter City —the stronghold of the King of Slaughter.
The crimson floor tiles stretched deep into the palace, the stench of blood in the air several times stronger than outside. The tattered curtains hanging from the ceiling moved without wind, vaguely reflecting the sleeping figure on the throne. Yu Tianheng stepped over the last step, his steps light yet carrying an undeniable determination. The Asura God Sword gleamed with a cold silver light in his palm, the Asura patterns on its blade seemingly echoing the murderous aura within the palace.
Just as he approached within three zhang of the throne, the figure on the throne suddenly moved.
The King of Slaughter slowly opened his eyes, eyes completely stained with blood, devoid of any human clarity, only filled with unfathomable violence and killing intent. When his gaze fell upon Yu Tianheng, he paused for a moment, fragments of memories flashing rapidly through his mind—the boy who had once traversed the Hell Road and possessed the Divine Slaughter's Domain had grown to the point where he could step into his palace, his aura far surpassing that of ordinary Titled Douluo.
What brings you here?
A deep, hoarse voice, carrying the distinctive hiss of a bat, echoed through the empty King of Slaughter. He remained seated on his throne, yet exuded a suffocating aura, like a Ferocious Beast about to awaken.
Yu Tianheng didn't waste any words. He slightly raised his arm, and the Asura God Sword pointed directly at the throne. The cold light of the sword tip landed precisely between the brows of the King of Slaughter. "I grant you death, to help you find liberation." His voice was as cold as ice, yet it concealed a trace of unwavering determination—this was not slaughter, but a final act of redemption for Tang Chen.
"Relief?"
The King of Slaughter seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, his deep laughter echoing throughout the hall. The next second, he abruptly stood up from his throne, his massive body instantly casting a large shadow. Two pairs, three pairs... six bat wings covered in dark red scales suddenly unfolded from behind him. With each flap of the wing membranes, a terrifying surge of energy swept across the entire hall like a tsunami, cracking the floor tiles and sending dust billowing everywhere.
He was originally Tang Chen, a legendary figure of the Clear Sky Sect and Titled Douluo Level 99. After obtaining the inheritance of the Asura God, his strength reached a new level. Even though he was Parasite the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King and became a killing puppet, his Demigod body was still incomparably powerful. Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, he was undoubtedly the number one person below the gods.
"Arrogant!"
The King of Slaughter's roar exploded with a crimson light. He clenched his right hand in the air, and a crimson halberd covered with ferocious barbs appeared out of thin air. Before the blood droplets dripping from the halberd tip could even hit the ground, they were evaporated into blood mist by the violent energy surrounding him.
Almost the instant the weapon was formed, his figure flashed out like Gui Mei, the halberd whistling through the air as it slashed straight at Yu Tianheng's face.
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed, and he held the Asura God Sword horizontally in front of his chest. With a loud clang, the shockwave from the clash of metal spread out instantly.
Where the two terrifying forces collided, the throne shattered, and the roof tiles rained down like a storm. In an instant, the entire palace was reduced to rubble amidst the deafening roar.
But the fighting is far from over.
Yu Tianheng touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air. His Asura God Sword unleashed streaks of silver-red sword energy, directly targeting the King of Slaughter. The latter was not to be outdone. With the flapping of his six wings, his blood-red halberd danced out an impenetrable array of halberd shadows, each strike carrying a world-destroying power.
The two fought their way from the ruins to the streets and alleys. Wherever their sword energy and halberd light passed, houses collapsed and the ground cracked. The city, which was already filled with the bloodshed of Slaughter City, instantly turned into a living hell. Half of the city was engulfed in the flames of war. Residents who did not have time to escape were either caught in the aftershocks or died in the chaos. Countless people were killed or injured.
Yu Tianheng glanced at the carnage below, his eyes unwavering. Those who could survive in this place where killing was a source of pleasure were mostly villains with blood on their hands; their deaths were merely deserved and not worth mentioning.
The King of Slaughter frowned. He didn't care about the lives of these people, but if they all died, this "paradise" where he could vent his bloodlust would lose its meaning. A hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly flapped his wings, his massive body rising abruptly into the sky.
"Boy, do you dare to fight me in the sky?" The King of Slaughter's voice, filled with provocation, echoed between heaven and earth. His six wings spread out like a blood-red curtain that blotted out the sun, clearly intending to move the battlefield to the high sky to prevent the Slaughter City being completely destroyed.
"What is there to be afraid of!"
Yu Tianheng threw his head back and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with heroic spirit, showing no sign of being intimidated by the King of Slaughter's aura. Before he finished speaking, a burst of silver-red light erupted around him, and Asura Divine Power flowed into his legs, propelling him into the sky like an arrow released from a bow, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as he chased after the King of Slaughter's figure.
High above, the wind howled. When the King of Slaughter saw that Yu Tianheng had indeed come after him, a fierce glint flashed in his blood-red pupils. He flapped his six wings and suddenly turned around, sweeping out his blood-red halberd. The shockwave from the tip of the halberd was like a blood-red storm, heading straight for Yu Tianheng's face.
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed, and the Asura God Sword spun rapidly in his palm. The Asura patterns on the sword shone with a dazzling red light, forcefully slicing through the oncoming air wave.