Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Bone Spirit, Head Bone Spirit!"

Numerous fallen ones gasped in shock, their eyes filled with greed. Bone Spirits were rare treasures, and the Head Bone Spirit was an extraordinary gem, second only to the Six God Equipment in terms of value. In a place like the City of Slaughter, where madness could erupt at any moment and where people had to constantly drink Yellow Autumn Dew to stay awake, the Head Bone Spirit was the most coveted item—ranking first in the Six God Equipment and driving everyone into a frenzy.

The news spread quickly—one passed it to ten, ten passed it to a hundred. Countless fallen ones from the City of Slaughter rushed toward the Grand Plaza, desperate to claim the Head Bone Spirit. With it, they wouldn't need to run around constantly searching for Yellow Autumn Dew.

On the rooftop of a building not far from the plaza, Qian Renhan observed the growing crowd of fallen ones, a satisfied glint flashing in his eyes. "Come, come! The more of you, the better. Through your corpses, I'll finally comprehend the third layer of the Sword Path."

A year had passed, and Qian Renhan had completed 75 rounds in the Hell Slaughter Field. His hearing, vision, reflexes, combat awareness, and sword skills had all been significantly enhanced. Although he was still stuck at level 70 due to lacking soul rings, he could now easily defeat five versions of his past self, who had not yet entered the City of Slaughter for their trials. His new title was—*Sword Demon*.

As his fame grew, fewer fallen ones dared to ambush him. Most would run upon seeing him, and he couldn't be bothered to chase them. As a result, aside from the battles in the Hell Slaughter Field, his sword had not tasted blood in quite a while.

To pursue the third layer of the Sword Path, the ten-person battles in the Hell Slaughter Field were no longer enough for him. Nine enemies were quickly dispatched, leaving little room for comprehension—he hadn't even had time to enjoy the fight before it ended.

Thus, Qian Renhan devised a plan: he threw out a 50,000-year-old Head Bone Spirit as bait, hoping to trigger a riot in the City of Slaughter. During the ensuing chaos, he would join in, feigning participation, and massacre his way through the frenzy.

This kind of large-scale, personal competition and random killing would likely be even more brutal than the Hell Slaughter Field, providing the perfect opportunity to comprehend and break through to the third layer of the Sword Path.

That was the first reason. The second reason was more personal—over the past year, Qian Renhan had lost track of how many people he had killed, but he knew that the more people he killed, the more killing intent the Fallen Angel Martial Soul absorbed from him. His once pitch-black and lightless Dark Domain was gradually tinged with a chilling crimson killing intent—nine parts black, one part red. This killing intent seemed to be merging with his Dark Domain, as if a new domain was being born.

However, it was still not fully formed, mainly because there was not enough killing intent. And the best way to gather more killing intent? Of course, it was through continuous slaughter. The difficulty in doing so, as mentioned earlier, was the only obstacle.

"Soul Bone! Soul Bone! Why is my Soul Bone floating in the sky? Why hasn't it fallen yet?" A muscular fallen one, with a savage face, stared fiercely at the glowing Head Bone Spirit hanging in midair.

"Shut up! That Soul Bone is clearly mine! Dare to snatch it from me, and I'll chop you into pieces!" another fallen one shouted angrily.

"Damn you! Are you looking for death? How dare you talk to me like that? I'll chop you right now!"

With a slash of a large blade, blood splattered, and the previously noisy crowd of fallen ones broke into small-scale fighting.

"Tch, their self-control is really poor. Though not all of them have arrived, it's close enough. Let the slaughter fest begin."

Qian Renhan retracted his Fallen Angel's feather that was dragging the Head Bone Spirit. The Soul Bone now floated in the air, and in an instant, the entire plaza in the City of Slaughter erupted in chaos. Everyone nearby rushed toward the floating Soul Bone.

A fallen one grabbed the Soul Bone, only for a large blade to sever his arm. The Soul Bone fell into another fallen one's hands, but that person was quickly hacked to death by a flurry of blades.

"My Soul Bone is mine!" 

"It's mine!" 

"Kill!" 

Qian Renhan casually tied his long hair behind his head, gripped his blood-stained long sword tightly, and charged into the frenzied crowd. "Your lives are mine!" 

Blades flashed, and the cries of battle echoed through the air. From a high vantage point, one could see the entire plaza consumed by slaughter. Except for himself, everyone was an enemy. Bodies fell one after another, and the ground was littered with corpses. The sight was more terrifying than the bodies themselves—organs were scattered across the ground, blood staining the entire plaza crimson. 

Even the skeletal figures from the outer city of the City of Slaughter appeared. They weren't after the Soul Bone; instead, they sneaked around collecting bodies, hoping to extract a bit of Yellow Autumn Dew to survive. 

Time passed in a blur. The fallen ones gathered in the plaza had long forgotten their initial purpose. Their eyes were clouded with murderous intent, and their only thought was to kill everyone in sight. 

Qian Renhan, who had always kept his attire relatively clean, was now drenched in blood. Even though his Fallen Angel Martial Soul constantly absorbed the killing intent he accumulated, his mind was nearly consumed by it. Yet, with the help of his Martial Soul, part of his consciousness remained clear. As warm liquid splashed onto him, the constant sounds of battle raged in his ears, and pain shot through his body, he suddenly found himself slipping into another world. 

This world was empty, devoid of anything, until he saw, in the distance, a figure cloaked in a blood-red robe with long blood-red hair. The figure wielded a blood-red sword, and around him were piles of corpses, with blood flowing into a river. 

At that moment, the blood-red figure raised his left hand—the one not holding the sword—and waved it in Qian Renhan's direction. There was no fluctuation of soul power, only an overwhelming wave of killing intent. Suddenly, Qian Renhan felt as if his entire body was pierced by countless sharp blades. 

"Do you understand?" 

A voice, familiar yet cold and detached, echoed in his mind. The blood-red figure turned toward him, and when Qian Renhan focused, he realized that the figure looked exactly like him. No—more accurately, it was him. The blood-red sword in the figure's hand was the one that had been soaked in more blood—the very sword he was wielding in the massacre. The blood-soaked appearance was the same as what he had become in the midst of this slaughter. This was Qian Renhan's inner world, his state of mind. 

In the world of swordsmanship, the merging of sword and body is called "Sword Unity," where the blade becomes an extension of oneself. The third level of the Sword Path is the fusion of the sword and the heart. The stronger the heart, the stronger the sword intent. And the sword intent Qian Renhan had comprehended was—*killing*. 

Back in the external world, Qian Renhan suddenly opened his eyes. Looking at the numerous blades, swords, and axes descending toward him, he let out a savage grin. His blood-red sword swung down, and the men in front of him were all cleaved in half. The sword intent within the blade swept through, and more than thirty enemies fell in an instant, blood splattering everywhere. 

Suddenly, a clear space opened up around Qian Renhan. 

(End of chapter)