Zhu Zhuqing was the fastest.
Her leg bones erupted with explosive force as dark shadow feathers spread from her back, merging seamlessly with her movement technique—Body Movement "Shunpo". Her figure no longer simply moved through space; she stepped on top of the Slaughter King's blood domain itself, using its violent energy as footholds to accelerate further.
Even her arms had completely darkened, as if devoured by shadow itself.
"Earth Nether Hand—Blood Bodhi!"
A single drop of dark red light condensed between her fingers.
It was not an ordinary attack.
It was a true hidden trump card.
A demonic artifact forged by Xin himself using blood-colored medicinal herbs and a massive quantity of high-grade evil beast essence blood. There were only two in existence.
One had been given to Meng Yiran.
The other… to Zhu Zhuqing.
The Blood Bodhi tore through space.
No sound.
No delay.
Only absolute speed.
It ignored airflow, ignored suppression, ignored domain interference—piercing directly toward the Slaughter King's exposed right side.
At that moment, the Slaughter King's right arm was already condensing a blood sword capable of tearing apart Ning Rongrong's defenses.
But—
He was too slow.
The Blood Bodhi arrived first.
BOOM!
Blood exploded outward.
The Slaughter King's body was forcibly pushed back half a step by the sheer inertia of the impact. A clear hole had been pierced through his right arm, crimson energy scattering uncontrollably.
For the first time, a wound appeared on the ruler of Slaughter City.
From the outer spectator stands, Tang San froze.
"…Impossible."
His voice trembled slightly.
"Zhu Zhuqing is only level sixty…"
"Yet she actually injured the Slaughter King?"
His gaze locked onto the lingering crimson residue of the Blood Bodhi.
That single drop of energy was terrifyingly dense—so compressed, so refined, that it felt less like an attack and more like a concept of destruction given physical form.
"If Ning Rongrong hadn't blocked the Slaughter King's main body earlier…"
Tang San swallowed.
"The Slaughter King might have actually been killed."
A cold realization crept into his mind.
"This… this isn't a hidden weapon technique…"
"This is something beyond the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record."
His hands tightened unconsciously.
"If Zhu Zhuqing had used this against me a year ago…"
"I wouldn't have survived."
But even as shock spread through the arena, reality remained unchanged.
The Slaughter King was wounded—
Not defeated.
"Charming Fox!"
"Qimen—Heavenly Wood Lock!"
"Withered Nether!"
"Inch Punch—Mountain Split!!"
At the same moment, all remaining attacks erupted simultaneously.
Hu Liena's innate charm surged outward, attempting to disrupt the Slaughter King's mental focus.
Xiao Wu's Five Elements Qimen activated again, wood energy spiraling into a binding structure that locked down space itself.
Ye Lingling's Ten-Grade Black Lotus expanded further, devouring life force like an endless abyss, attempting to erode the Slaughter King's vitality layer by layer.
Ning Rongrong's fist descended once more, carrying condensed physical destruction capable of splitting mountains.
A perfect coordination.
A synchronized strike that could overwhelm even Spirit Douluo-level beings.
But the Slaughter King only raised his hand.
"Naive."
A wave of crimson erupted outward.
The Heavenly Wood Lock shattered instantly, as if it had never existed. Xiao Wu's formation collapsed in mid-air, backlash forcing her back.
Hu Liena's charm dissolved like smoke against iron will.
Ye Lingling's black lotus was forcibly suppressed, its devouring effect halted as if the very concept of "life absorption" had been overwritten.
Even Ning Rongrong's second strike—
Was crushed mid-air.
The arena trembled.
The Slaughter King slowly straightened, blood still dripping from his right arm, his expression darker than before.
"This level of cooperation…"
"Is indeed troublesome."
His gaze locked onto them one by one.
"But still not enough."
A low, chilling aura spread outward again.
"The gap between us…"
"Is not something numbers can bridge."
The blood domain surged once more, deeper and more violent than before—
As if the wounded king had finally begun to take this battle seriously.
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