The Angel and the Blood Slaughter Sword — two "Hundred Battles Kings" seeds — were locked in a ferocious battle.
The surrounding crowd retreated in panic, afraid of being caught in the waves of terrifying energy spilling outward.
Countless horrified eyes fixed on the two entangled figures.
"Are Angel and Blood Slaughter Sword really fighting to the death?!"
"What kind of deep hatred drives them? They didn't even exchange a word before going straight for the kill!"
"So this is the power of a seed-level fighter? Truly terrifying!"
Hu Liena's expression froze in shock.
"What kind of grudge does she have with the Blood Slaughter Sword to fight like this?"
"Could it be… the Blood Slaughter Sword holds a grudge against the Spirit Hall?"
As the thought surfaced, understanding flashed across her face.
"So that's it."
"No wonder—every time I mentioned Spirit Hall, the Blood Slaughter Sword would grow even more vicious in his pursuit of me!"
Tang San lurked in the shadows,
his deep blue-black eyes surging with gravity and burning battle intent.
——
Boom—
Energy erupted like a volcano.
A tide of Spirit Power at the Spirit Douluo level detonated, sending Li Zhexian hurtling backward. His sword blade carved a trench dozens of meters long before he barely managed to stop himself.
Qian Renxue was likewise shaken by the crimson sword intent — her radiant wings scattered, her holy light dimmed.
Their gazes met again, filled with murderous intent. In the next instant, their figures blurred, colliding once more like falling meteors.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Li Zhexian's sword intent surged wildly, every strike lethal.
Qian Renxue's Spirit Power was vast and blazing, shining like the sun.
For a time—
Sword intent and holy light tangled together, neither yielding an inch.
The battle soared higher, breaking through dust and smoke as their forms shot skyward. Qian Renxue drove Li Zhexian upward, their power colliding with thunderous force,
painting the purple moonlight scarlet and blinding white.
RUMBLE—
Li Zhexian crashed violently to the ground,
earth and dust surging sky-high.
"The Blood Slaughter Sword lost?!"
Before the shout faded—
A crimson sword light split the dusk, soaring upward against gravity,
cutting straight toward the six-winged angel in the heavens.
Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan and fell from the clouds, feathers scattering as she crashed to the ground, sending up another wave of dust.
Before the haze could settle,
two blood-drenched figures clashed again, carrying with them a madness that would not rest until one lay dead.
Boom—
Boom—
Their battle had gone beyond reason.
Every strike aimed to kill.
Their eyes held nothing but bloodlust.
They fought from the long streets into the heavens, and from the skies down into ruins.
Wherever they passed—
buildings collapsed one after another.
Li Zhexian crashed into the rubble once more.
He lifted his head sharply,
his cold gaze locking onto Qian Renxue, who staggered in the distance, blood spilling from her lips yet still seething with killing intent. His voice, icy and cutting, pierced through smoke and ash:
"To keep tangling with you is a waste of time!"
"When I walk the Hell Road, I'll cut you down on the path of the Underworld!"
With that, his blood-clad figure flickered several times and vanished into the distant streets.
"You stole the Supreme Treasure of the Worship Hall!"
"Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I'll still kill you!"
Ignoring the blood at her lips, Qian Renxue wrapped herself in holy light and gave chase without hesitation.
"The Worship Hall's… supreme treasure?!"
Those five words struck like thunder, freezing the chaos into silence.
One after another, eyes filled with shock and greed locked onto the blood-clad youth who had suddenly stopped, his expression twisting.
The Blood Slaughter Sword…
Carries the supreme treasure of the Spirit Hall's Worship Hall?!
Li Zhexian's cold gaze swept across those predatory eyes.
He snorted coldly, leapt several times, and disappeared into the maze of narrow streets.
Qian Renxue pursued him for a while,
but as her injuries worsened, she turned back at last, hatred burning in her eyes as she became a streak of light vanishing into the night sky.
At the gates of the Slaughter Arena—
Bloodshot eyes glanced at one another, silent messages flickering in the air.
A suffocating mix of greed and unrest spread through the atmosphere.
The crowd dispersed quietly, like a receding tide.
Beneath the seemingly calm night sky,
dark currents churned—
killing intent everywhere.
——
Hu Liena also withdrew quietly, her foxlike eyes glimmering with sharp light.
"So that's it…"
"The Blood Slaughter Sword carries the Worship Hall's treasure—no wonder she hunted him so relentlessly!"
She didn't doubt Qian Renxue's words in the slightest.
That life-and-death duel—each move drawing blood, each strike risking their lives—
was too fierce, too real to be an act.
No one would even think that the Angel and the Blood Slaughter Sword were pretending.
And with her current standing,
she was far from the level where she could glimpse the affairs of the Worship Hall.
Thus—
the claim of a supreme treasure,
she had no grounds to question.
——
In a shadowed alley,
Tang San's silhouette melted into the darkness like spilled ink.
"The news that the Blood Slaughter Sword carries a treasure has leaked."
"Even a seed-level combatant won't escape the wolves that circle him."
"In the Slaughter City… the one thing it never lacks—"
"is the desperate."
——
Deep within the inner city of the Slaughter City,
in a courtyard that could almost be called elegant,
the two who had just battled to shake the heavens—
the Angel and the Blood Slaughter Sword—
now sat facing each other.
"Does it hurt?"
Qian Renxue anxiously looked Li Zhexian up and down.
"Did I go too hard on you?"
Li Zhexian smiled and shook his head.
"No."
"Today's performance—we've honed it for a month."
"It looked deadly, but every strike was within control."
His gaze lingered on Qian Renxue's pale yet stunningly beautiful face, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Wait — did my sword intent cut too deep?"
Qian Renxue had meant to shake her head, but when she saw the anxious look in his eyes, she quickly covered her lips and gave two soft, deliberately weak coughs.
"Cough… cough…"
"Your sword… was a little sharper than I expected."
Li Zhexian abruptly stood and leaned closer.
"You really got hurt?"
Qian Renxue bit her crimson lip lightly, her slender hand resting on his offered arm as she rose to her feet.
"It's nothing serious. A bit of rest will be enough."
Li Zhexian supported her as they walked into the house.
After a short period of meditation, Qian Renxue's exquisite face regained a hint of color.
She looked at Li Zhexian, who stood by the window gazing out at the eternally dim sky above the Slaughter City, and asked softly:
"Will the plan work?"
Li Zhexian's lips curved faintly—
but the smile never reached his eyes.
In the dim light, his features seemed sharper, like the edge of an unsheathed blade.
He raised his hand toward the distance, his sleeve stirring up a faint, iron-scented wind.
"Look."
Outside the window, the darkness churned like a thick mist — as though countless slumbering beasts had opened their eyes.
"The inner city has begun to stir."
——
A single rumor swept through the entire inner city of the Slaughter City:
The Blood Slaughter word carries the supreme treasure of the Spirit Hall's Worship Hall!
At first, many scoffed.
But within a single day—
Amidst countless whispers and rumors,
that "treasure" had already taken on a hundred terrifying forms:
"The Blood Slaughter Sword's treasure is a fifty-thousand-year Spirit Bone!"
"Bullshit! A mere Spirit Bone? My info's solid! The treasure is his sword itself—that's why it's so sharp!"
"Nonsense! That treasure's a rare artifact unseen across the entire Douluo Continent! It can make a nobody soar to the heavens!"
"With that treasure, the Hell Road would be child's play! Whoever holds it might either see daylight again, or remain here forever as the Slaughter King's honored guest!"
"A supreme treasure… should belong to the strong—and above all, to the survivor…"
In the inner city—
this den of sin forged from blood and desire—
greed spread like wildfire.
And at last—
The Slaughter City boiled over.