Chapter 31: In a flash, the nine heads shattered, ready to heal Tang Chen! (1 / 2)
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"I'm looking for Tang Chen."
Chen Luo's voice echoed in the blood-red palace, and every word was as clear as an ice spike falling to the ground.
The blood in the King of Killing's eyes suddenly froze, and his pupils slowly shrank, like a poisonous snake locking onto its prey.
The murderous intent spread throughout the hall like a substance, and even the air became sticky.
He suddenly chuckled, tapping the throne armrests lightly with his fingertips:
"Interesting... Even Tang Chen's grandson couldn't recognize this body. Tell me your name."
"This king doesn't like to kill nameless people."
Chen Luo stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes spotless in the blood-red mist:
"You are not worthy to know my name."
"If you know what's good for you, get out of Tang Chen's body, or else... die."
The King of Slaughter suddenly tightened his knuckles, and spider-web-like cracks instantly spread across the armrests of the throne.
He laughed in anger, and blood mist surged around him like boiling magma:
"Good...very good! I want to see how much strength is mixed in with your arrogance!"
The next moment,
The King of Slaughter slowly stood up from the throne, and the sound of metal clashing was heard as his blood wings spread out.
The power of the domain poured out like a tide, and all the candles in the hall solidified in the air at the same time.
"Killing Field, Open!"
The Killing Domain was bestowed by the God Shura himself, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the domain of God.
The most domineering and heaven-defying thing about this area is that any soul master in this area cannot use soul skills!
If a soul master is unable to use soul skills, he is no different from an ordinary person.
The killing field is arguably the most domineering field.
It is also the foundation that maintains the existence of the City of Killing.
"Boy, in the killing field that I personally opened, even if you are a Titled Douluo, you cannot use your spirit skills."
"In this city of slaughter, I am the master of everything, hahahahahaha!"
The King of Slaughter laughed wildly, his words full of arrogance.
"Have you laughed enough?"
"When you have laughed enough, you can die."
Chen Luo's voice was icy cold, without a trace of emotion.
The King of Killing was stunned. Before he could react, Chen Luo took a step forward and appeared in front of him in an instant like a ghost.
"Why... can you still use your soul skills?!"
The King of Slaughter's pupils shrank sharply, and his voice was full of horror.
He wanted to flap his wings and retreat, trying to distance himself from Chen Luo.
But in front of Chen Luo, his speed was as slow as a snail.
I saw,
Chen Luo punched out, hitting the King of Killing in the abdomen!
"puff!"
The King of Killing's eyes bulged out, his body bent like a bow, bitter water gushed out of his mouth, and his facial features were completely distorted by the severe pain!
"You…you…"
Just as the King of Killing was about to say something, Chen Luo's fist came roaring again.
boom--!
"ah--!"
"I...I admit..."
"Ugh—!"
The Slaughter King's howls echoed throughout the palace.
He flew backwards like a cannonball, crashed through several palace walls, and finally fell heavily in the middle of the street in the City of Slaughter!
The fallen and desperate criminals in the City of Slaughter heard the commotion here and gathered over to watch.
When they saw the miserable appearance of the King of Slaughter and his swollen face, they were all horrified.
"Isn't this the great King of Slaughter?"
"Who on earth could have hurt him like this?!"
The King of Slaughter struggled to get up from the ground. The constant glances from all around him made him feel unprecedented humiliation.
A bunch of ants... dare to talk about me?
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!
Who is this young man in white?
Not only was he not affected by the killing field at all, but his strength was something he had never seen in his life.
Even the two legendary gods of death cannot be compared with him!
This shame...I will repay you a hundredfold...
Let's start with you.
The King of Slaughter's gaze swept across the crowd around him like an icy blade. The blood wings behind him suddenly spread out, and his figure suddenly rose into the air, hanging high under the blood-red full moon.
"For this king—give your lives!"
The next moment,
All the desperate criminals showed pain on their faces at the same time, and the soul power and blood in their bodies were forcibly drained away bit by bit!
More than that,
The blood and energy that permeated the entire city of slaughter was like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, surging towards the body of the King of Slaughter!
The King of Killing holds the Shura Sword in his left hand and the Clear Sky Hammer in his right hand.
He felt the crazy surge of soul power in his body and laughed loudly:
"Hahahahahaha… This king has everything he needs now!"
"Even if it's a Titled Douluo, I can easily kill him now!"
Chen Luo raised his head, a strange look flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he said in a calm voice:
"Oh? Really?"
"I was originally worried that I would use too much force and break Tang Chen's body."
"But now it seems that you are more resilient than before."
Chen Luo slowly spread out his palms and slightly bent his five fingers.
In an instant,
The King of Killing's body was sucked in uncontrollably.
"What?"
The King of Killing tried to resist, but he couldn't shake this power at all!
It's like a speck of dust against the ocean!
The gap between the two sides is as huge as the sky and the earth!
This time, the King of Killing truly felt panic.
God... This young man in white is definitely a god!
A god that is even more powerful than Rakshasa and Shura!
Chen Luo gripped the throat of the King of Slaughter with his five fingers like iron pliers and slammed him down!
Boom!
The ground shook violently, cracks spread like spider webs, dust flew, and gravel scattered everywhere.
Before the dust settled, he had already grabbed a blood-red wing with his right hand and exerted force with his arm.
Swish!
With a shocking tearing sound, the wings were torn off!
"Aaaaaaaaaaa——!"
The Lord of Slaughter's shrill screams pierced the sky, echoing for a long time under the dim blood-red sky, shaking every inch of the dead air.
I saw a ray of blood shooting out from the Slaughter King's brow, and suddenly turned into a nine-headed giant bat, with its wings spread out, ready to tear through the sky and escape.
"Finally he's willing to reveal his true form."
Chen Luo's eyes were indifferent. "This farce should end."
His mind moved slightly,
The whole world suddenly stopped.
Time has frozen!
The nine-headed bat king remained frozen in mid-air, flapping its wings as if ready to fly. Even the surging blood mist was as still as a sculpture.
After three breaths,
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Nine heads exploded one after another, and blood mist bloomed in the sky like sad and beautiful fireworks.
The huge body crashed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dead dust.
The Killing Messenger hid in the distance and witnessed all this. He subconsciously covered his mouth tightly, his eyes full of horror and disbelief.
The King of Killing...was killed instantly like that?!
There's not even a chance to escape!
Just when her heart was trembling, Chen Luo's gaze had already swept over her lightly.
A suffocating pressure instantly enveloped them.
The Killing Messenger's whole body stiffened, he could hardly breathe, and he knelt on the ground without hesitation, kowtowed and begged for mercy towards Chen Luo.
Chen Luo just glanced at the other person, then turned around and walked towards the unconscious Tang Chen.