I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

After leaving the Heaven Dou Empire, Lin Yuan took Zhu Zhuqing directly to the Slaughter City. Although Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat resistant to the restrictions here, she thought that with her teacher there, nothing too serious would happen.

The young man, dressed in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat, stared coldly at the distant city of slaughter before stepping into it without hesitation.

In an instant, a thick, blood-red soul power suddenly surged, surging like a fish entering a river or sea.

Two rows of soldiers stood before the passage in the distance. They were all clad in black armor, their faces completely obscured by helmets, and one hundred of them held heavy swords.

There was only one person sitting on the tall war horse. His horse was also covered in thick black armor.

The man on the horse is none other than Scott, the terrifying knight.

Scott had already noticed Lin Yuan, who was wearing a straw hat. He quickly jumped off his horse, ran to Lin Yuan, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said, "Greetings, Senior!"

As Scott's voice rang out, two rows of soldiers knelt on the ground in perfect unison and shouted, "Greetings, sir!"

The fallen ones in the outer city stared wide-eyed, and the moment they saw Lin Yuan, they let out a piercing scream:

"Kill! The God of Slaughter! The God of Slaughter is back!"

"Run! The God of Slaughter is back!!!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Lin Yuan's name had long been known throughout the entire City of Slaughter. Any fallen soul would tremble upon hearing the name of the God of Slaughter, Lin Yuan, and some would even kneel on the ground begging for their lives.

This is enough to demonstrate how significant the name of the God of Slaughter is in the City of Slaughter.

The last incident had already terrified them, and now, only a few years later, that guy is back—it's absolutely terrifying.

Lin Yuan ignored the group's fear and turned to walk towards the main hall of the Slaughter City. If they knew that the current King of Slaughter was a cripple, the Slaughter City would probably be engulfed in an epic battle.

In recent years, the King of Slaughter has never appeared in anyone's sight, precisely to prevent the exposure of his cultivation level.

Leading Zhu Zhuqing through several ruthless streets, they arrived at the villa where the King of Slaughter resided.

"Brother Lin Yuan, I was right after all, you have finally come."

A strong, resonant voice rang out leisurely.

A tall figure appeared out of thin air and sat down on the giant chair.

In the darkness, his features were not clearly visible; one could only vaguely discern that he was tall and thin.

It is none other than the King of Slaughter from the City of Slaughter!
Looking at the King of Slaughter before him, Lin Yuan smiled calmly. He hadn't expected that the old man's body had become increasingly weak over the years.

It seems that the battle back then severely injured the King of Slaughter, and now it is extremely difficult for him to unleash even one-tenth of his original power.

Even the King of Slaughter probably couldn't believe that someone of his strength was completely helpless; perhaps his fate had already begun to end.

At this moment, the King of Slaughter had become a cripple, his face pale. If it weren't for Bloody Mary sustaining his life, he would probably be dead on the spot.

The King of Slaughter sat weakly in his chair, picked up the Bloody Mary beside him, and took a large gulp before finally recovering from his weakness. The King of Slaughter was now completely parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King; if he wasn't exterminated soon, his body would likely be gradually devoured, eventually turning him into the new Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

With one hand behind his back, Lin Yuan instantly appeared in front of the King of Slaughter. At the same time, he gathered special energy in his right palm and slapped it directly onto the top of the King of Slaughter's head.

Following this, Lin Yuan slowly raised a finger and pointed it at the center of the King of Slaughter's forehead. The surging soul power spread outwards like a raging storm, distorting the air wherever it passed.

At this moment, the King of Slaughter clutched his head, and the recent painful memories made him kneel on the ground.

The fallen ones around him exchanged glances, wondering what was wrong with the King of Slaughter, and why he was suddenly in such agony!

After an unknown amount of time, the aura emanating from the King of Slaughter suddenly changed, and all his agitation and struggle ceased.

"I never expected that I would regain my original memories in this way. Thank you, Brother Lin Yuan."

As the original body of the King of Slaughter gradually disappeared, it was replaced by Tang Chen, one of the current peerless Douluo!

Tang Chen was tall, with black hair and black eyes, handsome features, deep-set eyes, and a deep, aged voice, like a dignified old man.

His voice had changed drastically compared to before. It was no longer sharp and sinister, but had become old and deep, sounding nothing like the voice of a middle-aged man, but rather like that of a dignified elder.

The Slaughter Messenger stared blankly at the changes in the King, somewhat at a loss, not understanding why the King had changed.

In the center of the Killing City, where crimson mist surged, a dazzling golden light exploded, and the originally sinister and terrifying figure of the Killing King collapsed with a bang.

Instead, there was a tall and upright old man!
Tang Chen, the once-renowned powerhouse of Douluo Continent, has reappeared in the world in his true form.

Tang Chen's long black robe fluttered in the wind, his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his deep black eyes held the vicissitudes of time.

His face was sharply defined, and although he looked old, he could not hide his innate kingly aura.

When he spoke, his voice was no longer sharp and sinister, but deep and resonant like a great bell, carrying the dignity of someone who had experienced the world.

Did I win? Or did I lose?

Tang Chen's words were full of self-mockery as he gazed at the blood-red sky: "Everything has lost its meaning for me. Was I wrong? Was I wrong? Decades have passed like a dream. Yet I have incurred such sins. Asura, what a Asura. In the end, I still failed your test. This is not a matter of right or wrong, perhaps it is a matter of timing and fate."

Tang Chen looked up at the sky, let out a long howl that tore through the air, and two lines of bloody tears rolled down his cheeks.

His body trembled violently, and his soul power surged like a raging storm, as if it wanted to completely raze this city of evil and slaughter to the ground.

"If it weren't for your soul power impact, my true nature wouldn't have been able to awaken."

Tang Chen's voice was hoarse, and tears streamed down his face: "I will always lose myself in that evil bloodshed, and be controlled by evil thoughts."

Although I have now achieved this demigod status, it's all too late... However, I am content to have awakened.

Tang Chen turned to look at Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with deep regret, not blame: "Although you broke through to the demigod body, your soul power is completely dissipated. Lin Yuan, you did all of this, didn't you?"

(End of this chapter)