Chapter 290: Tang Chen Awakens
Slaughter Town. As a one-time Killing God, Bibi Dong had the freedom to enter and leave the Slaughter City at will. But upon entering, she frowned in puzzlement.
The entire Slaughter City was shrouded in a dense layer of blood-colored mist, so thick that an ordinary person could barely see three meters ahead. This reek carried an overpowering, nauseating stench of blood, like vapors of evaporated blood. On top of that, the entire city had grown unbearably hot; ordinary people couldn't survive here. Even the city itself appeared to have sunken somewhat.
At the city gate, where once a full team of over a hundred Spirit Saints or higher served as enforcers, now most were gone. The few who remained looked agonized, their auras weak.
"How did the Slaughter City end up like this? This poison..."
As the most adept poison master on the continent, Bibi Dong instantly discerned the toxin saturating the air. It was dozens of times more savage than what was found in Bloody Mary.
Suspicion flickered across her gaze. Nonetheless, she made directly for the Killing King's palace. Hidden beneath that magnificent black castle was a passageway linking to the blood river.
The blood within that river was siphoned like running water, distributed throughout the Slaughter City. The enforcer squad also tossed corpses—any blood wrung from the fallen—into the blood river. Its mysterious powers then refined the fluid into Bloody Mary. Incoming bodies, outgoing drinks—an entire supply chain.
But now, the blood river was evaporating and drying up. Its water level was dropping. The Killing King, utterly deranged, tore apart the Slaughter City's fallen in piles of flesh and flung them into the blood river in a futile bid to save that dying flow—and thus rescue his Slaughter City. From time to time, he gnawed at a fallen one, sucking them dry to replenish his own blood, which just like the river was constantly evaporating.
For decades, toxins had corroded the Killing King's marrow and infected every drop of his blood. With Snowy Swan Kiss acting as a catalyst, the venom in his body multiplied hundreds of times, making him a literal toxic man. Compared to him, even Dugu Bo killing himself with serpent venom was child's play.
Only Tang Chen's robust physique could endure such corrosion and torment. Qian Daoliu or Bo Saixi in his place would have collapsed long ago.
But even so, the Killing King's frenzied behavior was mere drinking poison to quench thirst. By the looks of the blood river's volume, in six months it would completely dry, taking the Slaughter City with it.
"Who—who poisoned my Slaughter City?!"
The Killing King roared in mania, hoisting a shriveled fallen whose throat sported two blood holes. Gripping him in both hands, he savagely ripped that fallen in half. Fresh blood spurted everywhere, drenching the Killing King. He tossed the two halves into the blood river below.
"Killing King!"
"It's you—the Hell Spider Emperor! Why have you come? Were you the one who poisoned my Slaughter City?!"
Behind the Killing King spread two pairs of fleshy wings. Indeed, a bat possessed high intelligence, but with his domain collapsing, he was in a wrathful rage, wholly irrational, attacking anyone he saw.
"Hahaha, I have no idea who poisoned your domain. But if your kingdom is doomed, then you'll join it in destruction! Hand over the Shura God inheritance!"
Bibi Dong's beautiful gaze locked on the blood-colored sword pattern on the Killing King's forehead, unequivocally the symbol of Shura's legacy. In her previous life, she knew how Tang San and Xiao Wu merged to gain Shura Godhood. If she wanted that inheritance, she would have to kill the Killing King.
Under her feet, two red, three black, one red, one black—seven spirit rings—lit up. With her Rakshasa God Spirit possessed, her once-elegant countenance turned sinister and fanged, though only a hint remained of the earlier monstrous traces. At Sea Illusion Douluo's illusions, at the many times Qian Xunji had hammered her, at the death of Yu Xiaogang, at the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—through these events she had cultivated an extreme malice that bit by bit consumed her. Just one final shred remained. Once it was fully gone, Bibi Dong would achieve the Rakshasa Godhood, wielding the might of a god-king.
Sensing her terrifying aura, the Killing King shuddered. His right hand glowed with bloody light, forming a roughly five-hundred-jin Clear Sky Hammer absent any ring aura. Blood patterns coiled around it, murderous intent roiled, and barbs stuck from the hammer's head.
"That's the Clear Sky Hammer—are you from the Clear Sky Clan?"
Though its shape and markings were altered, the fundamental look of the Clear Sky Hammer was still recognizable. The Killing King's weapon swelled with scarlet radiance, crackling with bloody lightning, quickly morphing into a two-meter blade that he grasped in hand.
"The Shura Demon Sword!"
Bibi Dong's eyes sparkled. She activated her first spirit ring, conjuring a two-meter scythe of pure spirit power, and charged. The half-meter crescent blade glowed with purple-black flames.
Scythe clashed with demon sword, generating a deafening blast that instantly blew the Killing King's towering hundred-meter castle to dust, flinging him into the blood river as he traced a bloody arc. For now, he was only capable of fighting at around rank 95–96 Title Douluo, plus the Shura Demon Sword's power. That might suffice against an ordinary rank 97, but Bibi Dong's spirit, ring configuration, and overall level let her, at rank 98, burst with rank 99 strength. He was no match.
"Puh!!"
Huge waves rose over a hundred meters high as the Killing King splashed into the blood river, then sank to its depths.
Hovering above the water, Bibi Dong smirked. Overwhelming advantage meant that one strike had left the Killing King heavily wounded. The Shura Godhood would be hers.
"Puh—!"
Suddenly, a wave towering hundreds of meters geysered up, releasing an immense surge of spirit power. Bibi Dong's face changed in shock. Such power she'd only ever sensed from Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu, or Bo Saixi. The Slaughter City concealed an Extreme Douluo?
"Killing King!"
Rocketing from the blood river like a cannonball, the Killing King's aura was no longer pure evil, but rather a tyrannical might dominating all. Eight black, one red—nine rings—circulated around him. The Killing King's appearance stayed the same, except for his eyes: once blood-colored, they turned deep black.
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