Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 137: Harosa Instantly Kills the King of Slaughter, Tang San Goes insane
On the western border of the Holy Spirit Empire, war raged, but the scene was one-sided slaughter.

Zhao Zilong's 300,000-strong Great Snow Dragon Cavalry was like a red-hot steel razor, fiercely scraping through the seemingly surging and violent "torrent of flesh and blood" of the slaughtering people!

Where the iron hooves trampled, severed limbs and broken weapons flew everywhere!
With each roar of the God-Slaying Cannon, it cleaved through the dense ranks of the slaughtering people, creating horrifying paths of death! Countless frenzied killers didn't even have time to utter a scream before turning into charred remains and minced flesh!

Feng Ling, Ma Xiaotao, Shui Bing'er, and Kadan, four powerful imperial consorts, are like four sharp swords soaring through the heavens, accurately and efficiently hunting down the leaders of the killers who are slightly stronger and trying to organize a resistance.

Feng Ling's Evil Fire Burns the Sky, Ma Xiaotao's Phoenix True Flame is Domineering and Unparalleled, Shui Bing'er's Ultimate Ice Freezes All Life, and Kadan's Thunder Hammer Shatters Everything!
Wherever they went, the killers fell in droves, unable to mount any effective resistance.

Harosa, on the other hand, was like a grim reaper shrouded in shadow; he did not participate in the large-scale slaughter on the front lines. He had only one goal—the King of Slaughter!
Guided by intelligence from the Luo Wang network, this most mysterious Shadow Commander of the Holy Spirit Empire had already located the command center of the King of Slaughter's massive army.

It was a mobile fortress built from countless skeletons and dried flesh, exuding a nauseating stench and a chilling aura.

The King of Slaughter sat atop the fortress on a blood-red throne crafted from the skull of a colossal beast. Beneath his menacing golden mask, his crimson-gold eyes glared furiously at the retreating army of slaughter on the battlefield.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

He roared, his voice filled with unbelievable rage.

He couldn't understand why his fearless, blood-soaked killers were as vulnerable as newborn infants in the face of the Holy Spirit Empire's army!
What kind of army was that? What kind of weapons were those? That overwhelming torrent of steel, that terrifying artillery fire that tore through the sky, and those terrifyingly powerful warriors who could take the heads of generals from among thousands of troops as easily as taking candy from a baby!
"Tang San! What happened to the surprise you promised? What happened to your promise to sweep across the continent?!"

The King of Slaughter furiously turned his anger towards Tang San, the "Asura King," who was standing not far away, his face also pale and his eyes filled with horror and despair.

Tang San was terrified and felt ice-cold all over.

He had anticipated that the Holy Spirit Empire would retaliate, but he never expected the counterattack to be so swift and so devastating!
This is not a war at all; it is a one-sided crushing defeat!

His so-called "killing army" is a huge joke in the face of Xue Lingxiao's true imperial machine!

"Your Majesty...we..." Tang San's lips trembled as he tried to say something, but found his throat dry and unable to utter a single word.

Right now!

A gray sword beam, without any warning, like a death proclamation piercing from the deepest hell, appeared silently behind the King of Slaughter, aiming straight for his vital heart!
fast!
Extremely fast!

So fast that even a being like the King of Slaughter could only sense a deadly danger through instinct!

"Roar!"

The King of Slaughter sprang up from his throne, his bloodthirsty power erupting wildly as he tried to withstand the sudden attack.

However, the gray sword light was like a blade of law that ignored all defenses, easily piercing through the blood-fiend shield he had hastily assembled!
laugh!
A faint, almost inaudible cutting sound rang out.

The King of Slaughter's hideous golden mask cracked open from the center, then shattered with a bang, revealing a pale, distorted face filled with shock and pain.

He slowly looked down and saw a gray sword tip protruding from his chest. The tip was spotless, yet it exuded a terrifying death aura that devoured all life.

"you……"

The King of Slaughter turned his head with difficulty and saw the gray-robed man who had appeared behind him at some point.

Harosa!
He remained as calm and composed as ever, as if he had merely crushed an insignificant ant with a casual flick of his wrist.

“How…is this possible…” The King of Slaughter’s eyes were filled with resentment and despair.

He felt his life force being frantically devoured by that eerie gray longsword. His newly restored strength, even greater than before, was utterly powerless against this sword!
“Nothing is impossible.” Harosa’s voice was hoarse, cold, and devoid of any emotion. “His Majesty’s only enemy is death.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist!
Bang!
The King of Slaughter's body exploded like a detonated powder keg, turning into a cloud of blood mist and shattered bones!

This once-powerful figure, who made the City of Slaughter tremble and attempted to sweep across the continent, was killed by Harosa with a single sword strike before he could even leave behind a complete last word!

Completely annihilated, body and soul!

Tang San watched all of this with a feeling of utter despair, as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
escape!
He had to escape immediately! This was the only thought in Tang San's mind.

He didn't even dare to look at Harosa, fearing that the man, who was like the embodiment of death, would point that deadly gray sword at him the next moment.

Without any hesitation, Tang San suddenly activated the last of his soul power, unleashing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps, transforming into a blurry afterimage, and frantically fled towards the edge of the battlefield!

He didn't even dare to walk in a straight line, but instead, like a frightened rabbit, he weaved and twisted through the chaotic battlefield, trying to use the scattered, slaughtering masses to conceal his whereabouts.

Harosa glanced coldly at the direction Tang San had fled, but did not immediately give chase.

A few days later.

Covered in blood and in a sorry state, Tang San finally escaped back to Wuhun City with a narrow escape from death.

He dared not linger and barged straight into the Papal Palace.

Inside the Papal Palace at this moment, Bibidon was sitting on her throne.

Standing beside her were no longer Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, but two figures with even colder and more powerful auras.

The man was tall and thin, with a face covered in a layer of bluish-black keratin, and narrow eyes that gleamed with a venomous light. He was none other than Ghost Leopard Douluo, the newly promoted Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall.

The other man was exceptionally burly, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his skin had an abnormal dark purple color. His arms were thick and powerful, and his fingertips gleamed with a metallic luster. He was none other than Demon Bear Douluo.

"Tang San? You look like you've been to hell!"

Bibi Dong looked at Tang San, who had barged in, looking disheveled and miserable, and a playful smile appeared on her lips. Her tone was full of undisguised sarcasm.

Tang San collapsed to his knees with a thud, his voice hoarse and filled with endless despair and resentment: "Your Holiness the Pope... has lost... has lost everything..."

"The King of Slaughter...is dead..."

"Tens of thousands of killing soldiers... completely wiped out..."

"Xue Lingxiao... Xue Lingxiao, he..."

Tang San was rambling incoherently, his mind on the verge of collapse. Bibi Dong's smile gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

She anticipated that Tang San's trip would not go smoothly, but she did not expect that he would be defeated so thoroughly and so quickly.

"The King of Slaughter is dead too?" Bibi Dong frowned slightly. "At whose hands did he die?"

"It was one of Xue Lingxiao's subordinates... a gray-robed man..." Tang San's voice trembled, "One sword... he only used one sword..."

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted!
One sword strike to instantly kill the King of Slaughter?
He's the guy who killed Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo before!
(End of this chapter)