Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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A single sword strike had killed more than thirty people. The sheer horror of the scene brought the surrounding battle to a standstill. All eyes turned toward Qian Renhan, filled with confusion and fear of the unknown. 

"What happened? What's going on? Why are so many people dead?" 

The crowd's focus shifted to the more than thirty corpses sprawled across the ground. Some of the bodies had been cleaved in half, their entrails and organs seemingly chewed apart by some unknown force. Meanwhile, the wounds on those slain by sword intent were even more bizarre. The gashes looked jagged and irregular, resembling meticulously carved mountain ridges rather than cuts from a weapon—almost as if crafted by a master sculptor. 

At that moment, a massive Fallen Angel spirit appeared, releasing a domain of overwhelming darkness with a faint trace of red. The domain enveloped everyone in the plaza, suppressing their movements and locking them within a confined space. 

Beneath the towering Fallen Angel, Qian Renhan's right hand gathered black spirit power, condensing it into a pitch-black holy sword. Holding the weapon firmly, he glanced at the remaining few hundred fallen ones within the domain. His lips curled into a chilling smile. 

"Becoming the nourishment for my Sword Intent of Slaughter is an honor for trash like you." 

"Ah—" 

"Ah—" 

"Ah—" 

Within the dark domain, screams echoed endlessly. If the Slaughter City had been considered a human purgatory by the outside world, then this domain was the true hell. 

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In the dark and spacious chamber of the Slaughter City, the atmosphere was grim. 

A particularly massive chair stood in the room, inlaid with blue and purple crystals arranged in the shape of a pagoda. Aside from this chair, everything else was bathed in a deep crimson hue. 

"The Sword Demon has unleashed his domain. None of the hundreds of fallen ones left in the grand plaza will survive," a cold female voice remarked from the shadows. 

"I know." 

A tall figure sat on the enormous chair, shrouded in darkness. His features were indiscernible, but his thin, lanky frame was faintly visible. 

The figure exuded a mix of anger and helplessness. 

"Great King, why don't you send the Enforcement Team to eliminate him? If this continues, the Slaughter City will suffer irreparable damage. The Sword Demon kills indiscriminately, without regard for who his victims are. This riot among the fallen ones was deliberately orchestrated by him using a spirit bone. His Fallen Angel spirit easily bypasses the trial of Hell's Path. If this continues, he will undoubtedly become the next God of Slaughter." 

The King of Slaughter responded coldly, "Do you think I don't want to destroy him entirely? But the Angel Spirit—have you considered which faction he might belong to?" 

"An Angel Spirit? The Angel Clan of the Spirit Hall!" The icy female voice grew even colder. "Great King, doesn't that make it even more imperative to kill him? Although we had an agreement with the Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows when they might break it? Killing a mortal enemy of the Angel Clan would greatly benefit us. Besides, other members of the Angel Clan wouldn't dare set foot in the Slaughter City." 

The King of Slaughter let out a frosty snort. "Indeed, the Angel Clan cannot enter the Slaughter City. But do you know how much of our supplies come from the Spirit Hall? If we kill him and the Spirit Hall cuts off our resources, how will the Slaughter City function?" 

"Every generation of the Angel Clan has a Level 99 monster. Their Six-Winged Angel Spirit is our natural nemesis. If the Spirit Hall halts our supply chain, and we leave the Slaughter City, that Level 99 monster will not sit idly by. Do you want to see the kingdom we've built over the last millennium destroyed overnight?" 

The King of Slaughter's tone shifted, tinged with anger. The surrounding air grew thick and oppressive, filled with the stench of blood. In a dark corner, a voluptuous figure trembled violently, as though terrified of the King of Slaughter. 

"Let's take it one step at a time for now. Once we find a new source of supplies that doesn't rely on the Spirit Hall, I can deal with him properly. There's no need to act until then. Let his progress in the Hell's Killing Field slow down a bit." 

"As you command, Great King." The cold female voice slowly faded away. 

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In the plaza of the Slaughter City, the dark domain slowly receded. Compared to before it was activated, the red part of the domain had deepened and expanded, now nearly half again as large. This showed just how many people Qian Renhan had slaughtered. 

Not only that, but if anyone were observant enough to examine the Fallen Angel spirit behind Qian Renhan, they would see that it had torn apart, as if something was trying to emerge. However, it seemed that due to insufficient energy, it was still in an embryonic state. 

The plaza was covered with bodies, densely packed together. Qian Renhan stood amidst them, holding a soul bone emitting a blue glow. This was the soul bone he had thrown out earlier as bait to lure the fallen ones, and now that all the "fish" had been killed, the bait had to be retrieved. 

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Nearly a year had passed, and Qian Renhan was meditating in his luxurious room, his Fallen Angel spirit hovering behind him, glowing with energy. 

If a fallen one were to see him now, they would be utterly astonished. The light surrounding him wasn't just any light—it was composed of soul rings. Three purple, three black, a total of six soul rings surrounded him. From the Fallen Angel spirit, a black and red domain erupted, suppressing the rules of the Slaughter City and making the soul rings visible. 

After reaching ninety battles in the Hell's Killing Field, the black-and-red ratio of Qian Renhan's Fallen Angel spirit's dark domain officially reached four to one. This created a far more powerful domain, one strong enough to rival the power of the Slaughter City's rule-based force—the Killing Domain. 

According to the Slaughter King, his Killing Domain was the most powerful and domineering in the world. The soul ring sealing effect across the entire Slaughter City was essentially the expanded Killing Domain, enveloping the entire city. To use a soul skill, one had to either possess the God of Slaughter's domain or a field powerful enough to rival it. 

Initially, Qian Renhan's dark domain couldn't contend with the Killing Domain, but after the Fallen Angel absorbed the enormous killing intent from the countless people he had slaughtered, the domain evolved, reaching a level capable of matching the Killing Domain in strength. Thus, under the protection of this domain, his six soul rings became visible. 

At the same level, only a domain can oppose another domain. This is not an exaggeration. 

For this reason, Qian Renhan had given his domain a resounding name: the Dark God of Slaughter's Domain. 

Though the Killing Domain within the Dark God of Slaughter's Domain was only a partial version, nowhere near the full power of the real Killing Domain, the domain would absorb vast amounts of killing intent as Qian Renhan continued down the Hell's Path. The killing intent would be absorbed into him, merging with the domain. So, it wasn't wrong to give it this name in advance. 

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