Four Spirit Recovery Pills landed in the hands of Hu Liena and his three students. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong both stuck out their tongues and took them without hesitation. Their spirit power indeed recovered rapidly.
The warm medicinal energy spread through their bodies almost instantly. Exhaustion that had clung to their limbs like chains began to loosen, replaced by a steady flow of renewed spirit power. Even Ning Rongrong, who had nearly depleted herself completely, felt her breathing stabilize as her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile energy resumed circulation.
However, Xin looked solemnly at the blood sword.
Unlike the students who were still adjusting their condition, Xin's attention never left the crimson blade suspended in the air. The sword's presence was suffocating, as if the space itself had become thinner around it. Every pulse of its aura carried an ancient, violent resonance that made even the ruins beneath tremble faintly.
Xin knew that this blood sword was even more terrifying than the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King. In the entire Douluo Continent, it would be very difficult to find anything more powerful than this sword.
Power was not the only issue. It was the nature of its existence. This was not a creature that relied on instinct or parasitic survival—it was a divine weapon that had been bathed in slaughter and judgment for countless years. Its will alone could distort weaker spirits.
If it weren't for the fact that the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King was a Parasite on the Slaughter King's body and had not truly gained the demonic sword's recognition, his chances of winning would have been very slim.
The blood-colored longsword looked extremely excited, and a strange blood-colored liquid was seeping from its blade. It kept flying around Xin in the air, emitting a ringing sound, forcing Xin to treat it with caution.
That sound was not random. It was rhythmic, almost like a call, or a trial being repeated endlessly. Each pass of the sword left faint distortions in the air, as though reality itself was being tested for weakness.
"Child… don't be nervous. The Asura Demon Sword doesn't want to attack you; rather, it recognizes you… it likes you very much and wants to stay by your side… cough cough…"
Just then, the fallen Slaughter King, leaning against a step, half-lying with a face full of exhaustion and clothes soaked in blood, looked vaguely at Xin and the Asura Demon Sword, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes:
"Such a handsome man, enough to rival me in my youth. No wonder he can gain the Asura Demon Sword's recognition."
His voice was hoarse, yet carried an inexplicable nostalgia, as if he were recalling a time long buried beneath endless killing.
"It's been so long, so long since I've felt the outside World… Asura Demon Sword, old friend, even I am seeing you in this state for the first time, excitedly releasing Asura Demonic Blood. It seems you have found your inheritor."
The Slaughter King coughed again, his body barely holding together. Yet despite his weakened state, his gaze remained sharp, locked onto the sword as though speaking to an old companion rather than a weapon.
"…"
"Teacher, be careful, the Slaughter King is still alive."
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, having recovered some spirit power, turned to look cautiously at the Slaughter King.
Their instincts had sharpened after the recent battle. Even injured, the man before them carried an oppressive aura that could not be ignored. It was the remnant pressure of someone who had once stood at the peak of mortal power.
Xin waved his hand, not nervous:
"I didn't participate in the Asura assessment. Why would it recognize me?"
His tone was calm, but his eyes remained fixed on the blood sword. He was analyzing it, not emotionally but structurally—its intent, its resonance pattern, and the strange affinity it was displaying toward him.
Xin knew that the current Slaughter King should now be under the control of Tang Chen's consciousness.
That's right, there were two powerful consciousnesses within the Slaughter King's body. The true owner was Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect, and also Tang San's great-grandfather.
Tang Chen, a Level 99 Limit Douluo, was a peer of Qian Daoliu back then, hailed as invincible on land. Due to a promise, he came to the Land of Slaughter to seek an opportunity to become a God, participating in the Asura God's Nine Trials. However, during the eighth trial, after expending a great deal of mental energy, he was affected by multiple factors and was ultimately Parasited by the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King, who seized control of his body, making him the Slaughter King of Slaughter City.
Xin's gaze slightly narrowed as he pieced the situation together more clearly. What stood before them was not a simple wounded enemy, but a layered existence—consciousness stacked upon consciousness, will intertwined with corruption.
The sword's "interest" in him was not random. It was responding to something deeper, something tied to judgment, compatibility, or perhaps even destiny itself.
Xin's action against the Nine Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King was also a form of liberation for him.
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