Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 204 The Asura God's Attention, the King of Slaughter and Two Gods of Slaughter

The city of killing.

Vast, dark mountains.

A rugged mountain road winds its way up from the foot of the mountain to the summit.

The servants, carrying the blood offerings, silently climbed upwards.

Mountain top.

On the throne made of piled skulls.

A figure three zhang tall leaned against the wall, enveloped in thick, impenetrable darkness.

The face was not clearly visible.

Only a vague outline of an unusually tall figure could be discerned.

A servant nervously placed the blood offering on the stone platform in front of the throne.

Then they crawled back.

A pale, giant hand slowly emerged.

Looking up from below.

The giant hand was so large that it seemed to cover the sky.

He grabbed the fresh entrails on the stone platform and retreated into the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling chewing sound could be heard.

The next servant stepped forward.

The pale, giant hand reached down again.

The servant was so frightened that he dropped the blood-soaked food, spilling crimson blood all over the ground.

Without hesitation, the giant hand, with its hook-like fingers, seized the screaming servant and dragged him into the darkness.

After counting the interest.

A shriveled human skeleton was carelessly tossed out.

The woman in black veil standing below had her face lowered.

She appeared as obedient as ever.

But those slightly taut shoulder lines.

But their fear was unspoken.

Half an hour later.

A hoarse voice drifted from the throne:
"What is it you wish to report?"

"The great king..."

The woman in black veil bowed respectfully and said:

"Less than half a year..."

"Blood Slaughter Sword has won nearly forty consecutive matches."

"That's all?"

The woman in black veil took a deep breath and continued:

"Not only that."

"Blood Slaughter Sword joined forces with the Angels of the North District to set a trap and kill more than 3,000 people in the East District of the Inner City."

"Um?!"

This time.

The King of Slaughter's hoarse voice finally stirred a ripple.

The figure on the throne seemed to straighten his back slightly.

It was just this subtle movement.

This caused the thick darkness that enveloped him to surge endlessly.

"Three thousand people were massacred?"

"Yes."

"Among them are many top players with more than 20 wins."

"Moreover, in the course of slaughter, the Blood Slaughter Sword seems to have mastered a sword technique with extremely terrifying power."

She paused, then tentatively asked:
"Great King, should I try to make contact with the Blood Slaughter Sword?"

"The City of Slaughter has not seen a true powerhouse for far too long."

The King of Slaughter remained silent.

The woman in black veil continued:
"In terms of technique..."

"In my opinion, even among titled Douluo, those who can defeat Blood Slaughter Sword are few and far between."

The King of Slaughter showed no emotional fluctuations.

"So do you think he can win every battle and challenge the Hell Road?"

The woman in black veil replied without hesitation:
"Becoming king after a hundred battles is absolutely no problem."

"The chances of getting through Hell Road are not small either."

The King of Slaughter's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Then we'll continue to monitor it, but leave it for now."

"The great king..."

The woman in black veil hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:
"My subordinates don't understand."

"Don't you want the City of Slaughter to become stronger?"

"Although the City of Slaughter has an agreement with the Spirit Hall, they tacitly allow us to take in the corrupted."

"But what if one day the Spirit Hall breaks the agreement..."

boom--

A wave of darkness, streaked with crimson blood, crashed down.

The woman in black veil's expression changed drastically as her knees were slammed into the ground by terrifying pressure, and the excruciating pain of her bones shattering instantly overwhelmed her.

She gritted her teeth, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but dared not utter a single cry.

All that could be heard from the throne was...

The King of Slaughter hissed:

"The coming days will be a turbulent time for the city of slaughter."

"The two great killing gods of this era each sent a successor, along with that angel and the Blood Slaughter Sword..."

"The number of killing gods is about to surge."

A look of horror flashed across the woman in the black veil.

"The great king..."

"Adding another God of Slaughter does no good for the City of Slaughter." "If that's the case, why not put them all in the same killing field..."

Finished saying this.

"idiot!"

boom--

Another burst of crimson energy shot out from the darkness.

The woman in black veil was violently blasted away, plummeting to the foot of the mountain!

She crashed down, vomiting blood violently, and struggled to stand.

"You are questioning my decision?"

The woman in black veil lay limp on the ground, too afraid to answer.

"Listen..."

The King of Slaughter slowly withdrew his oppressive aura, his voice hoarse and dangerous.

"The capital of slaughter has its rules."

Just as seeds cannot grow in the same place.

"in addition……"

"The God of Slaughter can use his soul skills in the City of Slaughter."

"Although I am not afraid of those two killing gods, I have no intention of making enemies with them."

The woman in black veil struggled, staggered to her feet, and bowed deeply.

"My subordinate understands."

After the woman in black veil left.

On the entire solitary peak.

Only the King of Slaughter remains.

He tapped his fingers on the skull on the armrest of the throne.

clatter--

clatter--

Accompanied by this monotonous tapping.

The entire mountain began to tremble violently.

Immediately, starting from the mountainside, the mountain collapsed inward with a deafening roar.
Boom boom——!
Boom boom——!
The entire mountaintop, along with the skull throne, sank into the mountain's belly.

Inside the mountain, there was a vast and boundless expanse.

The surging, boiling, blood-red ocean exuded a pungent, bloody stench.

The figure of the King of Slaughter was slowly and completely swallowed up by the crimson in the boundless sea of ​​blood.

The clouds and mist surged beneath my feet like flowing silver.

In the distance, a majestic palace complex floats suspended in the clouds.

A towering figure stood with his hands behind his back, clad in dark red demonic armor covered in jagged barbs, his long purple hair billowing like burning flames.

The two sides of his front face.

Two other faces with their eyes closed could be faintly seen.

"evil……"

He spoke.

This caused the vast sea of ​​clouds to churn and disperse.

"Thank you for finding me a successor. I am very satisfied."

"You're too kind, Shura."

Another man with short silver hair responded.

He was also clad in towering divine armor, with two distinct clusters of divine flames burning on each of his shoulders and ribs.

"I have no intention of giving Li Zhexian to you."

"Um?!"

The Asura God turned his head to the side.

In an instant.

All six eyes on the three faces opened simultaneously.

The crimson, blood-red power of the Asura God flowed wildly across the dark red armor, as if alive.

Ji Dong showed no fear.

Calmly meet the gaze of those three pairs of eyes that held endless killing intent.

At this time.

A woman shrouded in a holy halo appeared silently behind Ji Dong.

The two god-kings stood side by side.

Its overwhelming divine power rivaled the oppressive aura of the Asuras.

The aura of the Asura God did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even more imposing and intimidating.

"This Li Zhexian comprehended the sword intent of slaughter amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

"My Asura Divine Sword is his destined home."

“As long as he is of sound mind, he will never abandon the position of the Asura God to inherit your evil godhood.”

Ji Dong's eyes were deep, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Shura, do you dare to gamble with me?"

"bet?"

"Based on my understanding of Li Zhexian, he would never abandon his own sword for your Asura Divine Sword!"

The Asura God's gaze fell upon the misty, swirling cloud mirror before him.

Reflected in the mirror.

It was a scene of bloodshed and carnage in the killing capital.

A moment of silence.

The Asura God's three voices rang out again.

"I know that Li Bai is a swordsman."

"However, if you desire supreme power, how can you resist my Asura Divine Sword?"

Ji Dong remained noncommittal.

"Wait and see."

(End of this chapter)