Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"A month has passed. Why hasn't the hundredth Hell's Killing Field match begun yet?"

Qian Renhan muttered as he put away his martial soul. Half a year ago, he had completed ninety matches in the Hell's Killing Field, but it had taken another six months for only nine more matches to occur. Even though each new match had opponents who must have participated in at least five fewer battles than he had, with the Slaughter King's usual methods, he would no doubt send out strong individuals who hadn't yet reached the required number of victories.

Because if the final match featured the top ten killers, each with ninety-four wins or more, the death toll would likely exceed the total number of fatalities across the entire Slaughter City.

"Could it be that the Slaughter King is deliberately keeping me here?"

Realizing this, Qian Renhan slowly rose, narrowing his eyes. His interest in the fallen ones of the Slaughter City had faded. Now, all he wanted was to reach the end of Hell's Path and devour the deadly waves of killing intent there. The small fry of the Slaughter City no longer appealed to him. If the Slaughter King wouldn't let him leave, he would simply obliterate all the small fry. With enough of them, they could still fill his hunger.

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In the Hell's Killing Field, as usual, the stands were packed with spectators. Outside the arena, countless fallen ones waited for the exhausted, injured victors to emerge, hoping to take advantage of their weakness and eliminate them as potential threats.

At that moment, a flash of black light appeared, and a figure with six black wings silently stood atop the Hell's Killing Field arena. His arrival stirred up a gust of wind.

One of the fallen ones murmured, "The Sword Demon, it's the Sword Demon. Why is he here? Is he preparing to compete in the hundredth Hell's Killing Field match? But why didn't I get any notice?"

For the fallen ones of the Slaughter City, witnessing the hundredth match was a rare opportunity. After reaching one hundred victories, the ultimate idol of the Slaughter City, the Slaughter King, would appear. Every fallen one wanted to witness the Slaughter King's presence.

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The Dark God of Slaughter's Domain activated, and six soul rings—three purple and three black—materialized. The fifth soul ring illuminated, and a holy sword, forged purely from dark soul power, appeared in Qian Renhan's hand.

Looking down at the fallen ones, stunned by his martial soul and the soul skills he was about to unleash, Qian Renhan coldly declared, "Everyone, die."

A black sword light slashed downward, and a chasm several dozen meters long appeared on the ground. Black energy, the unspent soul power of the Fallen Angel, swirled within it, while faint red energy, Qian Renhan's Killing Intent, shimmered throughout.

One after another, astonishing sword energies slashed through the air. In an instant, the entire Slaughter City trembled, and the number of fallen ones wounded or killed rose at an alarming rate.

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In a black castle, the same dark, vast room. The Slaughter King sat lazily on his throne, holding a bottle of Yellow Autumn Dew. A beautiful woman knelt at his feet, her head bowed, doing who knows what.

At that moment, a young girl in black veils rushed in, panic-stricken. "This is bad! A great disaster, Great King!"

"Quiet!" 

Her intrusion disrupted the Slaughter King's enjoyment. His eyes suddenly snapped open, two blood-red beams of light shooting from them. The air grew thick with tension, and a strong smell of blood filled the room. The girl in the black veil froze as two deep gashes appeared on her pale neck, causing her to tremble violently.

The woman still kneeling before the Slaughter King remained unaffected, continuing her task.

The Slaughter King rested his head on one hand, his blood-red eyes narrowing slightly. He coldly spoke, "Why are you so flustered? Do you think you can act recklessly just because I indulge you?"

The girl in the black veil knelt on the ground, her voice trembling as she said, "Great King, the Sword Demon is currently slaughtering in the Slaughter City."

The Slaughter King furrowed his brow. "What is that lunatic doing again? Let him kill. He can't use soul skills, and his domain is limited to only a few dozen meters under the suppression of the Slaughter City's rules. How much can he really kill?"

The black-veiled girl quickly replied, "No, Great King, for some unknown reason, the Sword Demon is able to use soul skills. His domain has expanded to over a hundred meters, and thousands of fallen ones have already died at his hands."

"What?" The Slaughter King was somewhat disbelieving. The most powerful killing domain in the world—what domain could possibly counter it? The Killing God's domain was only a degraded version of the Killing Field's domain, which was why soul skills could still be used.

The Slaughter King closed his eyes, sensing the situation in the Slaughter City. In an instant, he leapt to his feet, and the maid kneeling before him suddenly began coughing violently, but the Slaughter King ignored her.

"The Sword Demon dares do this? How is he not restricted by the rules of the Slaughter City?"

The Slaughter King saw that Qian Renhan, using his dark domain to manipulate the evil heart, was drawing all the fallen ones from the Hell's Killing Field, those in their homes, and even those wandering the streets and alleys into his vicinity. Then, with an eighty-meter-long, thirty-meter-wide massive black sword, he was annihilating them all.

"Great King, you must act quickly to suppress the Sword Demon, or the entire Slaughter City will be destroyed."

Two maids, one on each side, hurried to the Slaughter King, kneeling and adjusting his attire.

Then, a pair of blood-colored, meteor-like wings appeared behind the Slaughter King, and he shot toward Qian Renhan's location.

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At this moment, the inner city of the Slaughter City was littered with corpses. In the sky, a massive, eight-winged Fallen Angel continued to swing its sword in a relentless slaughter. The aura around the Fallen Angel had shifted from four parts black and one part red to seven parts black and three parts red.

"Die!"

Qian Renhan, holding the massive eighty-meter sword, slashed downward at a line of fallen ones below, their hollow-eyed bodies crumpling to the ground.

Just as he was about to deliver another strike, a blood-red figure with a pair of fleshy wings suddenly descended. With arms covered in scales as tough as steel, it firmly grasped Qian Renhan's dark holy sword. A black-red killing field, filled with evil and bloodlust, erupted around it, pushing back Qian Renhan's Dark God of Slaughter's Domain. The fallen ones below, who had been entranced, suddenly regained their senses.

However, this awakening was not to their admiration of Qian Renhan, but rather their renewed worship for the Slaughter King.

"Slaughter King, Slaughter King..."

The fallen ones who had regained consciousness let out earth-shattering shouts, their voices full of intense fanaticism.

The Slaughter King—he was Tang Chen.

Qian Renhan furrowed his brow slightly as he looked at the tall, thin, pale figure with no muscles, blood-red eyes, and long blood-red hair. His appearance was both inhuman and monstrous. He murmured to himself, "What happened to this body? How much suffering has it endured?"

(End of Chapter)