Damn it, he actually dares to challenge the great King! And that soul power of his… so vast and oppressive. Just what level is this man? The black-veiled maiden had always thought Lin Fan's words were mere provocation.
Never had she expected him to truly declare a challenge!
"Hahaha… so that's it. I thought it was just ignorance that made you so bold. Turns out you came prepared, relying on something. Your strength may indeed be impressive. Outside the City of Slaughter, perhaps I couldn't guarantee victory against you. But here, I alone am King!"
"Not just you—even gods must obey my command in this place!"
"But since the words have been spoken, there's no room for you to back out. I can't even remember the last time I personally fought. Today, I'll play with you for a while!"
The King of Slaughter's voice fell, and the high-collared crimson cloak that shrouded him exploded into tatters.
His upper body was deathly pale, covered in strange, sinister blood patterns. A demonic mark shaped like a sword glowed at the center of his forehead. Slowly, a pair of massive blood-red wings stretched open behind him.
Lin Fan saw this and smiled.
This form revealed the truth—controlling the King of Slaughter was none other than the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
If it were Tang Chen himself, Lin Fan knew victory would be unimaginably difficult. But if it was just the Bat King, he had no fear at all.
After all, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King was nothing more than a hundred-thousand-year-level soul beast. Its control over Tang Chen was only possible because during Tang Chen's trial for the Asura God, the Rakshasa God's will had secretly corroded him, allowing the Bat King to take possession.
It wasn't true might—just parasitism.
"What is Elder Lin thinking? Facing such an eruption of power from the King of Slaughter… and he can still smile?" Hu Liena couldn't comprehend it.
"Finally getting serious, are you?" Lin Fan's face showed no fear.
"The so-called Killing God Domain you obtained is nothing but the lowest tier in this city. Let me show you what a true Killing God Domain is!"
"Slaughter Domain—open!"
In an instant, the King of Slaughter was enveloped in blood-red light, dyeing even the colors of the city itself.
That scarlet radiance expanded, covering the entire inner city.
"Compared to your so-called Killing God Domain, my Slaughter Domain is the strongest in this place. It is the very origin of the City of Slaughter's anti-spirit-skill suppression. The most tyrannical domain under the heavens! Fortunately for you, your domain still lets you use soul skills—but its effects are useless against me!"
What he didn't know was that Lin Fan's domain wasn't just the Killing God Domain, but its evolved form—the Asura Domain.
The difference was stark. His domain reeked of corruption and twisted malice, its killing aura tinged with nauseating filth. Lin Fan's, however, was pure, unadulterated slaughter intent.
Moreover, Lin Fan noticed the King of Slaughter still displayed no spirit rings, confirming his suspicion: he wasn't fighting Tang Chen, but the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King itself.
"Is that so?" Lin Fan sneered. His aura surged, his Killing God Domain instantly evolving into the Asura Domain.
The difference between the two domains was like murky sewage compared to crystal-clear spring water.
"Impossible! How has your Killing God Domain advanced?!" For the first time, the King of Slaughter sounded uneasy.
"You thought my year and a half in the Hell Slaughter Arena was meaningless?" Lin Fan replied coldly.
Sword in hand, Lin Fan struck first.
A gale of blood-sword energy howled toward the King of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter flared his colossal wings, using them both as weapons and shields. Razor-sharp talons extended from his hands, glowing with blood-red light as he shredded Lin Fan's strike apart.
Then, with frightening speed, he lunged. His claws slashed straight for Lin Fan, aiming to tear him in half.
The King's fighting style was raw, primal, and violent—pure beastlike brutality.
Lin Fan remained unshaken, countering with his Undying Sword Aura.
The clash sent shockwaves outward. The King, with his monstrous body, endured the rebound, but weaker Fallen nearby weren't so lucky—the violent energy bursts made their bodies explode on the spot.
When gods battle, mortals suffer.
The strange thing was, the structures of the Hell Arena itself remained intact, as though protected by some mysterious power.
"So strong!" Hu Liena fled with the crowd, retreating from the inner city to the outer, her heart pounding.
The black-veiled maiden and the hundreds of enforcers also withdrew, standing guard at the outer city gates with grim expressions.
Chaos consumed the City of Slaughter.
Within the inner city, Lin Fan and the King of Slaughter clashed like gods of destruction. Their power and aura shook heaven and earth, sparks brighter than the blood moon above bursting with every collision.
"The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King… its strength really does surpass that of the Titan Giant Ape and Azure Bull Python. Drawing from the underground blood pools, plus Tang Chen's peak-level soul power, it truly is troublesome."
After several exchanges, Lin Fan had gauged its strength—it was roughly equivalent to a level 98 Titled Douluo.
"Though I can borrow some of the blood pools' power, this so-called 'Devil King' is far too dangerous. In the outside world, he would be at the very pinnacle!" The King of Slaughter secretly cursed.
Breaking apart from another clash, Lin Fan raised the Sword of Slaughter high.
The sky split with thunder. Black-and-crimson lightning gathered into the form of a colossal greatsword above them.
"Fourth Soul Skill—Heaven-Sundering Annihilation Thunder Sword!"
It was the soul skill from his hundred-thousand-year Azure Bull Python ring, a blade formed of thunder and killing intent.
The colossal thunder-sword screamed through the air, its speed breaking the sound barrier. The sonic booms echoed through the City of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter's face twisted—lightning restrained him, and this attack was devastatingly strong.
He spread his wings to their fullest, shrouding himself in condensed blood mist as a shield.
BOOOOM!
The world itself seemed to dim. The blood moon's light paled like a flickering candle.
Buildings in the inner city collapsed instantly, though the Hell Arena and its stone gate remained untouched.
"Cough—cough!"
Amid the smoke and ruin, a figure hacked up thick blood.
Lin Fan still floated in midair.
The King of Slaughter lay at the bottom of a massive crater, his mouth streaming with dark red blood.