Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

The King of Slaughter remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Thank you for your reminder."

His voice was low and slow, carrying a hint of helplessness. Although he knew he had no better choice, he still felt a sense of resentment. Leosley smiled slightly upon hearing this and remained silent.

Siegwen had been observing the situation between Leosley and the King of Slaughter from the sidelines, her eyes showing both surprise and curiosity.

In Siegfried's eyes, Leosley seemed to have anticipated the state of the Scarlet Hydra Bat King all along and had been preparing for what would happen from the very beginning.

This is not surprising, given that her recent examination showed that this product does indeed have significant side effects.

The atmosphere in the room gradually eased. The King of Slaughter collapsed to the ground, his body trembling from the intense pain.

His consciousness gradually blurred, as if it had been forcibly ripped from his body. An indescribable pain enveloped him, and his soul seemed on the verge of collapse.

Although the King of Slaughter was unwilling to believe it, he knew that there was no better option at the moment.

Although he didn't fully trust Leosley, he had no other choice. If he couldn't get rid of Tang Chen's soul, he would never be truly free.

The King of Slaughter's voice was low and slow, tinged with a hint of helplessness: "I will continue to do as you request."

"Your Excellency need not worry. Since we have chosen to cooperate with you, we will naturally not play any tricks."

Leosley's voice echoed in the room, carrying a hint of sincerity.

“Then, we’ll take our leave.” Leosley nodded to the King of Slaughter, his eyes calm as still water.

His voice remained as cold as a mountain spring, as if he had already foreseen what was to come. The atmosphere in the room instantly ignited, the air trembling slightly as the blood-red nine-headed bat king landed heavily.

"Wait." The King of Slaughter's voice echoed in the room, his eyes showing a hint of hesitation.

"Do you have any further questions?"

"The God of Asura has also sent down another first-level god this time. Could you help me kill him as well?"

The King of Slaughter's eyes flickered, revealing a suppressed desire. He could no longer tolerate Tang Chen's soul continuing to occupy this body, nor could he accept the divine realm continuing to send people down to deal with him.

“That won’t do.” Leosley refused without hesitation.

"Why?" The King of Slaughter's voice was deep, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"This is outside the scope of the transaction."

Upon hearing this, the King of Slaughter frowned slightly.

"You mean..." Its voice was as deep as a mountain spring, and its eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

A bone-chilling cold instantly filled the room, and the air trembled slightly from his heavy landing. The room fell silent, save for the fading footsteps of Leosley and Siegfried.

The King of Slaughter's face gradually darkened, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

His body collapsed to the ground, his breathing rapid with intense pain. His consciousness gradually blurred, as if forcibly ripped from his body. An indescribable agony enveloped him, and his soul seemed on the verge of collapse.

The room fell silent, save for the Lord of Slaughter's rapid breathing. He collapsed to the ground, his body trembling with intense pain.

The King of Slaughter was stunned by the shock, his heart churning with turmoil. He never expected that there was such a powerful being in the world.

This power far surpassed Tang Chen's, leaving him far behind. This was not merely a strong individual, but a near-godlike being, radiating a suffocating pressure that seemed to subdue even the laws of heaven and earth, inspiring fear in all who beheld him.

He was so easily pinned down with just one finger!
The King of Slaughter was filled with surprise, confusion, and a deep sense of resentment. It hadn't expected Leosley to be so powerful, nor had it imagined that it wouldn't even have the courage to fight him.

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly. Leosley's calm voice was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples.

The King of Slaughter stopped in his tracks, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

It did not expect that Leosley would notice its actions so quickly, nor did it expect that the other party seemed to have anticipated its actions.

The room fell silent, with only the footsteps of Leosley and Siegwen fading into the distance.

The King of Slaughter collapsed to the ground, his body trembling with intense pain.

The King of Slaughter was filled with resentment and helplessness. He had not expected Leosley to have such great strength, nor had he expected that he would not even have a chance to make a move.

"Let's go, head nurse. The matter is settled. The next time I see Zhu Zhuqing will probably be at least two years from now."

Leosley glanced at the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, who had fallen into a complete coma, and nodded to Siegwen.

"Duke, won't you take another look?" A look of surprise flashed in Siegwen's eyes.

She never expected that Leosley would leave so suddenly, without any intention of lingering.

"Didn't the God of Asura send down two first-level gods? This isn't exactly a safe place."

Leosley's voice was low and slow, with a hint of helplessness in it.

There are more and more troubles now, and if I stay any longer, who knows what trouble might come my way.

I just wanted to enjoy life peacefully, but in the end...
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As time went by, Zhu Zhuqing also made a name for herself in Hellfire.

"Let's congratulate Miss Demon Cat on winning the 90th match of Hell's Killing Arena!"

With Leosley as her protector in the early stages, and the King of Slaughter providing escort, Zhu Zhuqing was virtually unstoppable in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

In just two years, Zhu Zhuqing has defeated numerous opponents and become one of the most powerful beings in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Of course, it's not that Dai Mubai and Tang San didn't make a name for themselves, but after their last encounter, in order to avoid accidentally running into each other again, they chose a strategy of fighting one day and then the other the next.

After all, as long as you win once in the inner city, you have a safe period of one day. So, going back and forth like this is not bad.

Furthermore, it allows for backup outside the hellish killing field, providing a contingency plan should someone be foolish enough to commit murder.

"Today is the 90th match again." A young man in the audience of Hell's Slaughter sighed.

His words resonated with those around him, and everyone was amazed by Zhu Zhuqing's achievements.

"Miss Demon Cat's strength is indeed formidable; she has defeated so many people in just two years," another young man echoed, his tone tinged with admiration.

The young people around Zhu Zhuqing were all amazed by her achievements, marveling at her strength and hard work.

"Is he just another killing machine?" (End of Chapter)