Douluo Continent: Reborn as Yuhao, Your Holiness, Please Behave Yourself

Chapter 358 The King of Slaughter is enraged!

Huo Yuhao stood in the center of the Slaughter City Palace, his gaze coldly fixed on the withered figure on the throne not far away. His voice, which had been somewhat nonchalant before, suddenly became icy and chilling.

His gaze was calm and undisturbed, yet carried an indifferent air of looking down upon all living beings. It fell upon the lifeless body of the King of Slaughter without the slightest ripple.

With his current strength, he has already reached the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent. His soul core is perfected, all his soul spirits have evolved, he cultivates both the ultimate ice and the ultimate spirit systems, his body is like a giant dragon, and he also controls the power of the Sea God and the God of Emotions. His strength has already reached a level that is difficult for others to reach.

Let alone the body of the King of Slaughter before him, which was ravaged by the backlash of the Asura God's power and had lost one-tenth of its strength, even if Tang Chen himself had come here back then, wielding the Asura Demon Sword and undergoing the Eight Trials of Asura, he would have been absolutely confident of defeating him!

Huo Yuhao's words were completely undisguised. His calm tone carried undisguised disdain and dominance, and his humiliating certainty instantly struck the deepest sore spot buried in the heart of the King of Slaughter.

As a king who has ruled the city of slaughter for hundreds of years, he has long been accustomed to the fear of the masses and the tyranny of deciding life and death with a single word. When has he ever been so despised? Even though his power has declined and his body is broken, the pride and ferocity etched into his bones will never allow others to look down on him like this.

The King of Slaughter's eyes suddenly turned as dark as ink, his already dim pupils instantly radiating intense resentment and killing intent. An extremely terrifying invisible killing intent erupted from his body, like an ancient ferocious beast suddenly awakening, sweeping wildly in all directions with a world-destroying power.

In an instant, this killing intent completely enveloped the entire gloomy and solemn killing palace, and the palace's stone pillars began to tremble faintly.

Trembling, fine cracks appeared on the surface, and drops of scarlet blood seeped from the obsidian on the ground. The air was filled with a suffocating aura of death. Anyone with slightly weaker cultivation would have had their heart meridian shattered and their soul scattered by this killing intent.

"It seems you know everything."

The King of Slaughter's voice was hoarse and deep, like two rusty iron plates rubbing together, each word filled with gritted teeth and fury. He slowly rose from his throne, his withered fingers slightly curled, his nails gleaming with a bluish-black light. "But do you really think you can subdue me with this? Don't think that just because you're powerful, you can act recklessly in my Slaughter City! Let me tell you the truth, I am not afraid of you at all!"

His words carried a manic confidence, as if he were still immersed in the glory of ruling the killing capital in the past.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up abruptly, only to be met with Huo Yuhao's clear yet indifferent eyes.

His gaze was calm, devoid of any murderous intent or anger. It was as if he were looking at a fool who was ignorant of his place and making a scene, his calmness carrying undisguised contempt, as if to say, "Your struggles are nothing but a futile farce."

Under Huo Yuhao's gaze, the King of Slaughter's expression froze, and his killing intent seemed to freeze at that moment.

An indescribable sense of shame and anger surged into his heart, burning away his reason and making his already unstable power even more violent.

He could clearly feel the disdain in Huo Yuhao's eyes, a contempt that emanated from the depths of his soul, more intense than any sharp blade.

More powerful weapons are more likely to cause harm.

The next moment, dense, blood-red patterns suddenly appeared on the King of Slaughter's originally pale, bloodless skin. These patterns, like living things, spread and moved around his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, from his neck to his limbs, from his chest to his cheeks, exuding a strange and violent Asura aura.

Wherever the lines passed, his withered body seemed to swell slightly, the power of decay began to surge wildly, and the blood-red mist around him became increasingly dense.

At the same time, a hideous sword-shaped demonic mark slowly appeared on his forehead. The mark was entirely crimson with black edges, as if it had been cast with blood and resentment. As soon as it appeared, it emitted an extremely dense aura of Asura's malevolence, making people's souls tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a violent cracking sound came from behind him, the "crackling" sound particularly jarring in the silent palace.

A pair of enormous, blood-red wings suddenly spread out, with a wingspan of several meters. Each feather seemed to be carved from blood crystal, with sharp edges like knives. The wings were covered with fine black patterns, and each flap brought up a gust of bloody wind and stirred up a cloud of bloody mist.

This is a sign that the power of the Asura God has completely gone berserk, and it is also the strongest power that the King of Slaughter can now mobilize. In order to maintain his last remaining pride and to defeat the boy who looked down on him, he has disregarded everything and is willing to burn his remaining divine soul to fight to the death.

"Successor of the Sea God, don't be so arrogant!"

The King of Slaughter's voice became sharp and violent, and the power around him surged wildly like a volcanic eruption. Crimson mist condensed around him into ferocious blood blades.

"I've said I'm not afraid of you. Today, I'll show you my true power! This City of Slaughter is the dojo of the God of Asura. As the king of this City of Slaughter, how can I allow you to act so presumptuously here!"

Before the roar had even faded, the King of Slaughter moved, its blood-red wings flapping violently behind it, carrying a stench and a ferocious killing intent, and charged towards Huo Yuhao like an arrow released from a bow.

Along the way, the blood blades formed from the crimson mist erupted, carrying the power to tear through space, and shot densely towards Huo Yuhao. Each blood blade contained a strong aura of death, enough to easily tear through the defense of a Title Douluo.

Faced with this ferocious attack, Huo Yuhao remained calm and did not move an inch. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint blue-gold halo appeared around him.

The power of the light of the sea god quietly spread, and the blood-red blades that were shot at it were instantly evolved as soon as they came into contact with the ice-blue aura.

He didn't even use his full strength; a mere trace of the residual power of the Sea God's Light easily neutralized the King of Slaughter's all-out attack.

Such a stark difference caused the King of Slaughter to abruptly stop halfway through his charge, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment. He simply couldn't imagine that his all-out attack would be so easily neutralized by his opponent.

Seeing his astonished expression, Huo Yuhao's contempt deepened. He said calmly, "Is that all you've got? You dare say you're not afraid of me? King of Slaughter, you're ultimately just a pathetic worm trapped in your past glories, not even possessing the rudiments of Asura God Power."

Uncontrollable, it's nothing more than a puppet corrupted by divine power.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yuhao's spiritual power quietly spread out, and his extreme spiritual power, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped the entire palace!