The Asura God Sword was horizontally placed, its killing intent so dense that even the air seemed to split apart. Its blade pointed directly at Xin, as if the very concept of judgment had taken physical form.
A suffocating silence spread.
"Lingling, do you know why your life-devouring power couldn't have much effect on him?"
Xin's voice broke the silence, calm and unhurried, as if he were merely explaining a simple principle rather than standing at the edge of life and death.
"His spirit power being far higher than yours is only one reason. Another reason is that his own vitality is simply incomparable to that of a Spirit Master."
His words carried no urgency, only certainty.
Behind him, Ye Lingling's breath trembled slightly as she tried to understand, her eyes still fixed on his back. That explanation alone felt like it belonged to a world beyond her understanding.
Xin, his figure shrouded in a heavy black robe, slowly turned his gaze toward the Slaughter King.
His voice became colder.
"A rat that once hid in the darkness by exploiting a flaw, now that you've gained so-called freedom, you should have left Slaughter City. Instead, you chose to indulge in its power and authority."
He paused slightly, the pressure in the air subtly tightening.
"Even going as far as to break the rules of the Hell Road to personally attack the Hundred-Victories Slaughter God."
His tone remained steady, but every word struck like a hammer.
"This path… will only lead you toward extinction."
The moment his voice fell, the entire Hell Slaughter Arena changed.
It was not a gradual shift, but an immediate and overwhelming transformation, as though reality itself had been overwritten.
The blood-red world shattered.
Crimson fog dissolved into drifting petals.
Instead of the suffocating scent of slaughter, a faint fragrance of blossoms filled the air.
Countless cherry blossoms bloomed out of nowhere, sweeping across the arena like a tide of spring. A towering cherry blossom tree rose from the ground, breaking through the corrupted sky of Slaughter City, its branches spreading wide as if to reclaim the heavens themselves.
At its crown, a radiant divine aura condensed into a dazzling coronet.
Cherry Blossom Immortal Crown.
Above Xin's head, it shimmered faintly, as if acknowledging his authority over the domain.
His voice echoed again, now carrying a faint resonance.
"Glory Immortal Master Domain."
The space trembled.
A visible surge of power swept through Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Ye Lingling.
"Domain Disciples—four."
"All attributes increased by eighty percent."
At the same time, nine spirit rings rose beneath Xin's feet one by one, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Black.
Red.
Red.
Red.
Red.
And a final ring—golden-red patterned, faintly shimmering like divine blood.
The pressure of those rings alone made the air collapse inward.
For a moment, even the Slaughter King's killing intent seemed to stall.
"Teacher… can use spirit abilities here?!"
Xiao Wu's voice broke first, disbelief overriding exhaustion.
"As expected of our Teacher!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed, wiping tears that had not fully dried.
"He can actually ignore the restrictions of Slaughter City…" Zhu Zhuqing murmured, her tone quiet but shaken.
Behind them, Ye Lingling could only stare, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.
"Spirit rings… outside the rules of Slaughter City…"
The disciples' voices rose in disbelief, overlapping in shock and awe.
"Five red spirit rings?!"
"Am I seeing wrong?! Red rings are hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, right?!"
"And black ones are ten-thousand-year spirit rings… how can his configuration even exist?!"
The spectator stands of the Hell Slaughter Arena erupted into chaos.
Some Slaughterers stood frozen, their minds unable to process what they were witnessing. Others muttered to themselves, questioning whether the very fundamentals of spirit ring classification had been distorted.
"Maybe… red is actually ten-thousand-year?"
"No… that doesn't make sense…"
"But then how does he have so many…"
Confusion spread like wildfire, replacing fear with a deeper, more unsettling emotion—doubt about reality itself.
And at the center of it all, Xin stood unmoving beneath the cherry blossoms, as if the entire world had been rewritten simply by his presence.
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