Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"You're seeking death!"

Upon hearing Qian Xunji's attempt to control the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter's eyes filled with murderous intent. His hands, wrapped in scales, were as hard as iron, and his sharp claws could easily split mountains and shatter stones. The blood-curdling aura of the Slaughter Domain erupted with immense evil energy.

The Angel Domain, which countered the Slaughter God's domain, had evolved to its peak and could rival the advanced version of the Slaughter God's domain. The clash between the golden light domain and the dark red light domain caused both to continuously cancel each other out, with the dissipating force draining the soul power of both the King of Slaughter and Qian Xunji.

Protected by the Slaughter Domain, the King of Slaughter remained untouched by the Angel's light. Thus, the blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King still retained control over Tang Chen's body, with no soul damage, and Tang Chen showed no signs of revival.

The Divine Sword and the dark red claws collided again and again, sending sparks flying and waves of terrifying energy radiating outwards, destroying the buildings of the Slaughter Town below.

The King of Slaughter grabbed the ten-meter-long, three-meter-wide Divine Sword with both hands. Opening his mouth, he emitted a strange shriek, releasing a powerful sound wave imbued with soul power.

This was the Nine-Headed Bat King's innate ability—ultrasonic waves. While normally harmless to the human body, the sound waves were now infused with the Bat King's soul power.

"Angel Assault!"

Qian Xunji's first soul ring lit up, and a golden shield formed around his left fist, allowing him to strike back the sound waves and purify the soul power of the King of Slaughter.

"Your Holiness!"

Juju Douluo, sensing the fierce battle at the entrance of the City of Slaughter, rushed over. Just as he was about to unleash his martial soul to assist, he was struck by the dark red, evil energy-filled domain. His martial soul emerged, but without soul rings to support him, it reverted to its original form: a single chrysanthemum, the Qi Rong Tong Tian Ju.

"How dare a mere ant interfere? In my domain, I am the supreme ruler!" The King of Slaughter sneered at Juju Douluo. His massive wings suddenly flapped, sending a fierce wind toward him.

Without soul rings, a Titled Douluo's combat power was barely greater than that of an ordinary person. This wind could easily blow Juju Douluo dozens of meters into the air, causing him to fall to his death.

Three pairs of angelic wings behind Qian Xunji also flapped, and several angel feathers fell, forming a barrier under his control to protect Juju Douluo and block the oncoming storm.

"Juju, without a domain, you cannot match the King of Slaughter. His domain is too domineering."

Qian Xunji's eyes reflected deep wariness. What kind of domain is this? It seals off soul rings, it's incredibly oppressive. Even though the King of Slaughter's strength is comparable to his own, this domain is so powerful that even a Golden Crocodile would be defeated on the spot. Qian Xunji was able to resist it mainly due to the counterbalance between the Angel Domain and this one.

"It's Your Holiness," Juju Douluo quickly retreated from the domain's range, and nine soul rings appeared beneath him.

"You've earned your life back," the King of Slaughter sneered, before engaging with Qian Xunji again.

The two battled from sunrise to sunset, completely destroying the Slaughter Town. The ground was pockmarked with craters, and the bodies of desperadoes littered the area. Even the gates of the City of Slaughter and the small tavern collapsed, spilling the Yellow Autumn Dew everywhere.

The long battle left Qian Xunji panting heavily. His armor had become drenched in sweat, while the King of Slaughter showed no signs of fatigue. His energy remained abundant, and his soul power was still overflowing.

The blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King occupied the body of the Ultimate Douluo, Tang Chen, but the level of possession was not yet sufficient to use the martial soul. However, relying on the semi-divine body to counter the Super Douluo-level combatants, the Bat King wielded the soul power of an Ultimate Douluo, which was four times that of Qian Xunji. In a battle of attrition, how could Qian Xunji possibly win?

The King of Slaughter sneered, "The Pope of the Spirit Hall? This is all the strength you have?"

Qian Xunji coldly responded, "I cannot kill you, but my father can easily annihilate you and destroy the City of Slaughter, avenging my son!"

Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter was enraged to the extreme. He roared, "You want to frame me for something I didn't do, huh? Fine, fine! From now on, the agreement between the City of Slaughter and the Spirit Hall is nullified. The City of Slaughter will declare war on the Spirit Hall. Anyone who dares enter the City of Slaughter, I will tear them apart!"

With that, both the King of Slaughter and Qian Xunji stopped fighting.

The King of Slaughter returned to the City of Slaughter, where he began making arrangements. Although the agreement with the Spirit Hall had been torn up, declaring war was just a joke. Ninety percent of the City of Slaughter's combat power had been wiped out by Qian Renhan, leaving only the elderly, sick, and weak—barely any useful forces. For now, he could only hold down the fort and wait to rebuild strength before engaging in war again.

With the City of Slaughter's evil, corrupted aura and the power of its rules, even if Qian Daoliu dared to come and cause trouble, the King of Slaughter was unafraid. What he needed now was to recuperate.

As for food, it was simple enough to send people out to seize it. The City of Slaughter's enforcement team, consisting of 101 elites, was more than capable of taking on opponents far beyond their level. The captain was a Titled Douluo, with the rest being Soul Douluos and Soul Saints. With this team, destroying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect wouldn't be a challenge. He had no fear of food shortages.

Meanwhile, Qian Xunji waited at the end of Hell Road, not believing that if the King of Slaughter had not set a trap, Qian Renhan would not have failed to emerge from the road.

After a month passed with no change, Qian Xunji finally despaired. He returned to the Spirit Hall with Juju Douluo.

During these three months, Qian Renhan remained in the Asura Temple, absorbing power, surrounded by a circle of crimson soul rings, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

Back at the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji had returned, and the atmosphere in the entire hall was heavy beyond comparison.

At the Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the angel statue. His gaze was profound, and his face showed no expression, but if one looked closely, they would notice that his tall frame had slightly hunched.

"Dad, did my brother really die in the City of Slaughter?" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and her face was streaked with them as well.

Qian Xunji's face darkened, and he gently rubbed Qian Renxue's head. "Xue'er, three months have passed. According to the City of Slaughter's message, it's been three months since Xiao Han entered Hell Road. Elder Ju Gui had been waiting there three months earlier. Hell Road is the most dangerous place in the City of Slaughter. If Xiao Han had truly been there for three months without emerging, this can only be the result."

"Brother! Wuwu, Brother—" Qian Renxue covered her face with her hands, and large tears fell from her fingers, dripping down her hands. She had listened to her brother's advice, changed from her playful ways, and after two years of hard training, had risen from Level 61 to Level 66. It should have been a good omen, but instead, it brought tragic news.

After a long while, Qian Renxue's overwhelming grief caused her to faint. She was carried back to her room by two maidservants.

Jin Crocodile Douluo's face was full of anger. "Big Brother, it must be the King of Slaughter who secretly plotted against us! With Young Master's strength, he could never have failed to leave the City of Slaughter. Let's go and destroy the King of Slaughter and the City of Slaughter!"

Qian Daoliu shook his head, his voice low and heavy. "We cannot do it. As long as the King of Slaughter remains in the City of Slaughter, we cannot kill him."

Qian Daoliu's words echoed the King of Slaughter's earlier statement: it was not the Spirit Hall, but the Slaughter God, who could threaten the survival of the City of Slaughter.

(End of Chapter)