A group of Spirit Hall experts watched helplessly as Qian Renshang was completely unresponsive to their all-out attack.
Their excitement intensified, as if they could already see Qian Renshang's demise and even fantasize about the hefty rewards that awaited him.
The attacks carried a devastating force, like ferocious beasts about to strike Qian Renshang in the blink of an eye.
"Great!"
"It's going to succeed!"
"Hahaha..."
However, at this critical moment, Qian Renshang suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of blood-red pupils appeared, the black center as deep as ink, seemingly capable of sucking in one's soul.
A strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips, a half-smile, yet radiating endless sinister chill.
With just that one glance, all the Spirit Hall experts present felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
A powerful aura of death swept over them, their blood seemingly freezing in that instant.
Every hair on their bodies stood on end, and a profound fear welled up from the depths of their hearts, as if death itself would descend at any moment to mercilessly reap their lives.
"This… what kind of gaze is that! It's terrifying…"
The Platinum Bishop, who had been the first to rush forward, trembled involuntarily with his longsword, his voice sharp with fear.
He never expected that Qian Renshang, whom he thought was utterly powerless, would open his eyes at this crucial moment, and the power contained within those eyes filled him with unprecedented terror.
The two Title Douluos instantly turned deathly pale.
They knew Qian Renshang was powerful, but they had never imagined that a single glance could instill such a strong premonition of death in them.
The ice-type Title Douluo's condensed ice cones began to melt slightly, clearly indicating that his soul power had fluctuated due to this sudden fear.
"Not good, we might have fallen into a trap!"
Another Title Douluo with the Flame Qilin martial soul shouted, trying to calm himself and his companions.
But his voice also carried a hint of barely concealed panic.
"Hehehe... I finally succeeded."
Qian Renshang, or rather, Lucifer, now occupied this body.
He let out a sinister and eerie laugh, which echoed in the blood-soaked and dark air of the Killing City, sending chills down one's spine.
Lucifer, feeling the new and powerful body, was filled with smugness and greed.
Facing the attacks from the Spirit Hall members, which were like ants, he simply waved his hand casually.
In an instant, an invisible yet incredibly powerful dark force surged from his hand, like a surging black tide, instantly shattering the spirit skills that were suspended in mid-air.
All attacks vanished like bubbles before this power.
"What!"
"How is this possible!"
The experts from the Spirit Hall were shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.
The two Title Douluos looked extremely grim.
They never expected that Qian Renshang (Lucifer) would be so powerful, neutralizing their full-force attacks with just a wave of his hand.
Qian Renshang slowly stood up, the dark power around him like tangible tentacles dancing wildly.
He walked step by step towards the Spirit Hall members, leaving a black footprint with each step, as if even the earth feared his power.
"You...you think you can kill me?"
"A bunch of ants, daring to attempt to slay a god?"
Qian Renshang's voice was deep and cold, as if it came from the deepest hell, echoing in everyone's ears.
As his voice rang out, the soul skills that had been attacking him seemed to encounter an invisible, powerful resistance, all halting in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch.
Only now did the experts of the Spirit Hall truly realize that they seemed to have made a grave mistake.
The Qian Renshang before them was far from as weak as they had imagined; rather, he was like a terrifying beast awakening, and they, like overconfident ants, had willingly trespassed into the beast's territory…
(End of Chapter)
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