Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"Do you need me to take action?"

"Higwen said in a low voice."

Leosley merely shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on the charging red-clad law enforcement officers. Just as the first officer's weapon was about to touch him, Leosley's figure blurred again.

"Don't let him intimidate us! Let's attack together!"

"where is he?"

"I see him! Get out of the way!"

The officer's pupils contracted sharply, his blade missed its mark, and his body lurched forward from the impact. The next second, a chilling coldness spread from his spine throughout his body.

The chill was tangible, traveling up his spine and piercing his bone marrow, as if countless tiny ice needles were crawling inside him. The red-clad law enforcement officer's breathing quickened instantly; the world before him seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice, his vision blurring.

He tried to turn around, but found his body stiff, his limbs trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't even grip the weapon in his hand.

"No"

His voice abruptly stopped, and he collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, like a frozen statue. A thin layer of ice quickly formed on the ground, fixing his body firmly in place, rendering him completely immobile.

In just a breath or two, only the burly leader remained standing, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His hands gripped the giant axe tightly, his knuckles white from the strain, and the ferocious expression on his face was gradually replaced by an undisguised fear. His gaze was fixed on Leosley, as if he were looking at an invincible Grim Reaper.

The red-clad law enforcement officers around them had all fallen, some frozen in place, others knocked unconscious, leaving the scene a complete mess. A thick chill filled the air, and the frost on the ground continued to spread, making a slight cracking sound.

Even though he had killed so many people in the past, when faced with an unparalleled figure like Leosley, the burly man felt a fear he had never experienced before.

Sweat streamed down the burly man's forehead, soaking his brows and dripping onto the cold ground. His fingers gripped the handle of the giant axe tightly, his knuckles white from the strain, as if he were pouring all his strength into this final strike.

His gaze was fixed on Leosley, as if he were looking at an invincible Grim Reaper.

"Impossible... How could you..."

His voice trembled, filled with disbelief and deep fear. The giant axe swayed slightly in his hand, as if even he himself could not fully control the weapon's weight. The surrounding air seemed to grow colder, and the frost on the ground crackled softly, as if mocking his powerlessness.

"I do not believe!"

He suddenly raised his giant axe, veins bulging on his arms, a mad glint in his eyes.

Perhaps he had become so used to things going smoothly all these years that he didn't choose to run away immediately when he faced Leosley.

The burly man's body trembled slightly with rage. He suddenly raised his giant axe, veins bulging on his arms, and the scars on his face appeared even more ferocious due to his distorted expression.

However, just as the giant axe was about to fall, Leosley used his hand as a blade, with a layer of ice forming on his hand blade, and slashed it directly across his neck.

The burly man's movements suddenly stopped, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, which then turned into endless fear.

Before his giant axe had even fully struck, a thin, hair-like icicle appeared on his neck. The icicle spread rapidly, the chill seeping into his blood vessels, muscles, and bones like a venomous snake. His body began to stiffen, and even the most basic breathing became difficult.

"dying?"

For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

His gaze was fixed on Leosley's cold, unyielding face, as if it were the final mark of his life. Leosley stood to the side, his expression still indifferent, as if the battle just now was nothing more than an insignificant game. He gently lowered his right hand, the icy blue light at his fingertips gradually dissipating.

"ended."

Hitchcock sighed.

This person, like the others below, had almost been assimilated by this killing city. Although he was naturally bloodthirsty, he hadn't gone to this extent.

It can only be said that the city of slaughter itself is also influencing these fallen ones.

Those who were only trying to escape the disaster will gradually go crazy in this atmosphere, and even if they don't go crazy, they will probably have a hard time getting out.

"Let's go. With such a commotion, they're probably already waiting for us."

Leosley stood silently in the center of the King of Slaughter's palace, the air thick with the stench of blood and a chilling cold.

His gaze shifted to the depths of the palace.

From the darkness came the faint sound of suppressed footsteps, accompanied by the low echo of metal clashing.

The darkness deep within the palace was like an abyss, swallowing all light. The oppressive footsteps grew closer, each landing like a heavy, slow drumbeat striking the heart. The clanging of metal mingled with the sounds, their low echoes like whispers from hell, sending chills down one's spine.

The King of Slaughter slowly stepped out of the shadows, his voice low and menacing: "It's you?"

Is that the guy from the Asura God looking for him?

Even with a bit of the divine power of Asura and Rakshasa in his body, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King couldn't see anything different about Leosley.

"Hello, should I call you Mr. Bat, or Mr. Tang Chen?" Leosley's voice was calm as still water, with a hint of sarcasm. His gaze was fixed on the King of Slaughter, as if he could see the truth hidden behind those scarlet eyes.

The King of Slaughter sneered, paused for a moment, and his red eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"It seems you know a lot."

A playful smile appeared on the King of Slaughter's face, but his aura remained unchanged. On the contrary, the temperature of the entire palace seemed to be quietly rising, and a scorching heat filled the air.

With a slight twitch of his finger, the red-clad law enforcement officers beside him retreated, leaving a clearing area.

These law enforcement teams are fearless in the killing capital, except for one person: their superior.

"Come with me."

The King of Slaughter knew that now was not the time to make a move. Moreover, he was someone that even the God of Asura had taken notice of. If he were to fail, it would be a loss of face in front of so many of his subordinates. Besides, he really wanted to see who this person was that the God of Asura valued so much.

Besides, this is his home turf, how could he possibly make a mistake?

The King of Slaughter's voice was deep and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if it were nothing more than an insignificant statement.

His figure disappeared once more into the darkness of the palace, with Lyosley and Siegfried close behind. (End of Chapter)