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The King of Slaughter felt the overwhelming aura emanating from Li Luochen and immediately sensed an immense pressure.
This sensation was something he had only ever experienced with Tang Chen. Although he had taken over Tang Chen's body, he couldn't fully utilize Tang Chen's strength, only managing to exhibit the power equivalent to a Level 95 Title Douluo.
But the Li Luochen before him was a genuine Limit Douluo—how could he possibly fight him?
Most importantly, though Li Luochen was a divine-favored being, hadn't it been less than ten years since he left the City of Slaughter? How had he skyrocketed from a Soul King to a Limit Douluo?
Even leaping to become a Title Douluo would have been more reasonable than becoming a Limit Douluo! After all, the King of Slaughter himself had only gained his current overwhelming power by possessing Tang Chen's body.
"Has the Killing God come to our City of Slaughter for some grand purpose? I am at your service."
The King of Slaughter immediately surrendered in his heart. After all, facing a Limit Douluo who was also the Killing God, he stood no chance. He could only submit.
Li Luochen sneered, "Hmph, I've come to borrow something."
"Borrow something?"
"I'll be borrowing your life!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Li Luochen teleported in front of the King of Slaughter and delivered a straight right punch, sending the King of Slaughter crashing into the ground.
*Boom!*
Upon seeing their king struck down in a single blow, many of the fallen scattered in fear. They were unable to use soul skills, but both the King of Slaughter and the Killing God could.
If they were caught in the crossfire of their battle, their lives would be forfeit!
Most of the fallen fled, leaving only about a dozen who were confident in their abilities. They merely retreated to a safe distance to observe the battle between the Killing God and the King of Slaughter.
Among them was Tang San, the weakest of those who stayed behind. Yet, he dared to remain and watch.
At this moment, Tang San's expression grew solemn. He recognized that the person who had just knocked down the King of Slaughter was none other than the Discipline Master of Shrek Academy—the very same person who had caused countless headaches for him and Yu Xiaogang in the past.
It was also the leader of the Shrek team that had utterly defeated their squad. Moreover, this was the enemy who had nearly crippled him completely! Tang San believed this man deserved death!
However, his understanding of Li Luochen's strength remained vague. Though Yu Xiaogang had once told him that Li Luochen was a fallen soul master whose rapid cultivation was due to his corrupted path.
Tang San no longer believed that a mere fallen soul master could reach the level of a Title Douluo, let alone overpower the King of Slaughter.
This realization filled Tang San with a profound sense of helplessness—a helplessness that even his dual martial souls couldn't compensate for. After all, Li Luochen of Shrek Academy was only six years older than him.
Six years was merely the difference in age, but the gap in strength was far greater.
Tang San clenched his fists tightly. How could he possibly seek revenge when even a single Shrek Academy was so powerful? How could he stand against the Spirit Hall?
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On the Battlefield
Li Luochen stood suspended in midair, his hands clasped behind his back. Just moments ago, he had knocked down the King of Slaughter without using any skills, relying solely on his physical strength.
"How dare you! Whether you're a Limit Douluo or not, you'll stay here and become my nourishment!"
From the spot where the King of Slaughter had fallen, a blinding red light surged forth. Thick blood mist began to form—yes, blood mist. The overwhelming stench of blood was sickening.
The crimson blood mist before them resembled a domain-like presence. Its intense killing intent bore some resemblance to the Killing God Domain, but it was far more sinister. Moreover, the thick, bloody mist carried a highly corrosive venom, dissolving organic matter at its edges.
Li Luochen's eyes flared with crimson light as he unleashed his Killing God Domain.
"How's that? What do you think of my Killing Domain? Compared to the Killing God Domain you obtained, my Killing Domain is the strongest in the City of Slaughter. It's also a miniature version of the City's magic-nullifying effect.
The magic-nullifying trait is absolute. Better activate your Killing God Domain, or else all your spirit ring skills will be unusable. But even with your Killing God Domain, you'll barely manage to use your spirit skills. Hahaha!"
The King of Slaughter laughed mockingly. By now, he had undergone a significant transformation. Mysterious blood patterns had appeared on his pale skin, and a sword-shaped demonic mark glowed on his forehead. Behind him, a pair of massive blood-red wings unfurled, serving both offensive and defensive purposes—they could be used for attacks or act as shields.
"Hmph, is that so? Killing God Domain evolution—Asura Hell!" In the Asura Hell, killing intent became tangible. The blood mist domain unleashed by the King of Slaughter was mercilessly shredded by the sudden expansion of the Asura Hell.
"What?!" The King of Slaughter's face twisted in shock.
"It's not over yet—Asura Circular Kill Array!"
The Asura Hell instantly shifted its attack pattern, slicing directly toward the King of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter was stunned. At this moment, a powerful aura erupted from him, reaching an indescribable intensity. A crimson phantom brimming with infinite killing intent flickered behind him.
A blazing red light condensed in his palm, forming the shape of a hammer. An enormous red hammer, adorned with countless intricate demonic patterns, materialized. Strangely, the hammer rapidly transformed in the blink of an eye. Its body seemed to melt before reshaping into a blood-red sword over two meters long.
"Hoh, interesting. Is that the divine projection of the Asura Blood Sword formed from your martial soul? Quite fascinating."
Li Luochen spoke calmly while gripping a crimson staff engraved with nine-colored dragon patterns that appeared in his hand.
Normally, summoning a martial soul would reveal spirit rings, but what Li Luochen summoned wasn't a typical tool-type martial soul—it was a solid weapon.
Quasi-super artifact: Divine Dragon Pattern Staff!
*Whoosh—*
Li Luochen leaped forward, appearing before the King of Slaughter. With one hand, he raised the staff and struck down.
The King of Slaughter held the sword with both hands to block…
*Clang—*
A powerful wave of energy radiated from the collision of the two weapons, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
Tang San strained to peer through the dust using his Purple Extreme Devil Eyes, barely making out the figures within.
Within the dust…
The King of Slaughter knelt on both knees, his hands trembling. The second edge of the Asura Blood Sword was pressed against his shoulder, and streaks of crimson blood flowed from the wound.
On Li Luochen's side, however, the scene was entirely different. Li Luochen stood casually, one hand in his pocket, the other gripping the Dragon Pattern Divine Staff as he suppressed the King of Slaughter. The King of Slaughter trembled under the pressure, as if exerting every ounce of strength to resist.
In contrast, Li Luochen appeared to be exerting almost no effort, effortlessly pinning the King of Slaughter in place.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I haven't even used my full strength, and you're already kneeling? Are you really this weak? You're such a big guy, yet your strength is so pitiful?"
Li Luochen's taunting words made the King of Slaughter flush red with anger.
Yes, flush red. The King of Slaughter's previously pale face turned beet red!
The blood energy around him nearly solidified, a testament to how enraged he was.
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