While Zhang Tian was deeply, scandalously occupied with sharing his monumental news and his endless vitality with his beloved women, the geopolitical and cosmic landscape of the Douluo Plane began to fundamentally change. The intervention of the gods had begun, not with a thunderous descent of divine armies, but with subtle, deniable shifts in fate orchestrated by the Sea God.
Deep within the heavily guarded, impenetrable Imperial Treasury of the Heaven Dou Empire, resting atop a velvet pedestal, sat a mysterious, triangular artifact known as the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud. It was an object of immense power, capable of hiding an entire ship from the fiercest maritime predators. However, in the dead of night, entirely without anyone's knowledge, and without triggering a single magical alarm or breaking a single lock, the artifact simply vanished.
The place it reappeared was thousands of miles away, materializing upon the sacred, sun-drenched shores of Sea God Island.
The sudden, intense spike of divine energy immediately alerted everyone on Sea God Island. The seven Sea God Pillars, towering monuments dedicated to the island's supreme guardians, vibrated with a resonant, oceanic hum.
It was the High Priestess, Bo Saixi, who arrived first. Moving with the fluid, unstoppable grace of the tide, the breathtakingly beautiful, silver-haired Limit Douluo materialized on the beach. Her deep blue eyes widened in profound, unadulterated awe as she saw the triangular artifact hovering above the sand.
"High Priestess!" Sea Dragon Douluo, the strongest of the seven guardians, landed beside her, his breath catching. "That energy... it is familiar, yet impossibly ancient."
"It is the Sea God's Heart," Bo Saixi whispered, her voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement. She reached out, her pale hands gently grasping the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud. "It is the lost divine artifact of the Sea God's Legacy. And more importantly... it is the very core, the missing heart, of the Divine Artifact: the Sea God Trident."
The other Pillar Guardians arrived, their faces mirroring her awe.
"The Heart has returned?" Sea Star Douluo asked, her eyes wide. "But how? We have searched for millennia."
"It does not matter how," Bo Saixi stated, a brilliant, hopeful smile lighting up her flawless features. "What matters is what this signifies. The Sea God is finally willing to take personal, active action to pass down his legacy. The new Sea God will emerge soon."
She couldn't help but wonder, a fleeting, desperate hope blooming in her chest, if the chosen successor was herself. She had dedicated her entire, unimaginably long life to the island and the deity.
"We must secure it in the central temple immediately," Bo Saixi commanded.
However, the moment she firmly held the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, the world around her vanished. Her consciousness was violently, flawlessly pulled from her physical body, dragged into a strange, endless space full of churning, dark ocean. Yet, paradoxically, she could sense a strange, oppressive divine energy all around her that felt alien to the gentle tides she knew. She could not connect to her own oceanic spirit power at all. For the first time in nearly a century, the Limit Douluo felt greatly powerless.
Before her, the dark waters parted. An illusionary, towering figure composed of pure, azure light appeared. He wore majestic, flowing robes and held a massive trident.
Bo Saixi was startled for a fraction of a second before she immediately dropped to her knees, bowing so deeply her forehead touched the ethereal water. She recognized him instantly. He was the Sea God, the supreme entity whom their Sea God Island prayed to day and night.
"O Great Sea God," Bo Saixi murmured reverently. "Your humble servant greets you."
The Sea God did not offer pleasantries or comforting words. His ethereal projection was cold, his tone carrying the heavy, uncompromising weight of divine law. He calmly sent down a direct, absolute decree to his High Priestess.
"Bo Saixi," the Sea God's voice echoed like the deep rumbling of a tsunami. "You shall take the Sea God Trident from the central temple. You will depart this island and head straight towards the Douluo Continent. Your destination is the Slaughter City, located in the desolate regions of the Extreme North."
Bo Saixi's heart pounded. Leaving the island was an unprecedented command. "I hear and obey, Lord. What is my task?"
"You must use the Trident to remove a vile, parasitic beast currently possessing the ruler of that domain, the Slaughter King," the Sea God instructed. "You must unleash my Sea God's Light to forcefully purify that King's corrupted mind. After the true, original form of that Slaughter King emerges from the darkness, you must immediately return to Sea God Island. You are to let him continue his duties as the Slaughter King, and crucially, as the High Priest of the Asura God."
The Sea God paused, a swirling vial of glowing, golden liquid materializing in front of Bo Saixi. "The parasite has drained his vitality for decades. When his true mind awakens, his mortal vessel will be incredibly weak, near the point of collapse. You must force him to drink this divine medicine. It will rapidly restore his physical foundation, allowing him to endure the burden of his reinstated priesthood."
Bo Saixi carefully accepted the vial, though she was deeply confused by the Sea God's commands. She had absolutely no idea what this 'Slaughter City' truly was, nor what specific, bloody god was related to it. The names 'Asura God' and 'Rakshasa God' were entirely foreign to her isolated, oceanic existence. Furthermore, she had absolutely no idea why her benevolent Sea God seemed to want to actively help and restore a being called the Slaughter King.
However, as the absolute, devoted High Priest of the Sea God Island, she naturally didn't even think of questioning the logic or refusing the mandate. She bowed her head once more.
"I will go as quickly as possible, Great Sea God," Bo Saixi informed him, her voice ringing with absolute loyalty. "Your will shall be done."
The illusion shattered, and her consciousness snapped back to reality. She was standing on the beach, the Sea God's Heart still in her hands, surrounded by her worried guardians.
"High Priestess?" Sea Dragon Douluo asked cautiously.
"Prepare the Sea God Trident," Bo Saixi commanded, her blue eyes flashing with newfound purpose. "I have received a divine mandate. I leave for the mainland immediately."
Soon, she departed from the tranquil shores of Sea God Island. Even for a peerless Limit Douluo like her, the distance between the isolated island and the continent was quite massive. She flew over the waves, and it took her an entire, exhausting week of continuous flight to finally reach the mainland shore, specifically arriving near the bustling port of Vast Sea City.
After resting for a few brief days to replenish her vast spirit power, she took to the skies once more. She flew northward, cutting through the clouds towards the desolate, frozen expanses of the Extreme North, following the precise, divine coordinates provided by the Sea God's vision.
Since it was the Sea God's explicit, divine command, she had naturally brought the legendary Sea God Trident with her. The weapon was a massive, terrifyingly heavy artifact weighing one hundred and eight thousand catties. To anyone else, it would be an immovable mountain. But due to the Sea God's direct, lingering blessings upon her soul, she felt it was very light, handling it as easily as a common spear.
She finally arrived at the coordinates, descending into the dark, bloody maw of the earth.
As she stepped into the subterranean nightmare that was the Slaughter City, the oppressive, ancient arrays forged by the Asura and Rakshasa Gods immediately attempted to crush her spirit. The laws here dictated that all Spirit Ring abilities were sealed. However, the Sea God's Light radiating constantly from the massive golden Trident in her hand acted as an absolute, purifying shield. The divine light simply washed over her, completely ignoring and neutralizing the suppression of the city's laws.
She walked through the blood-stained, filthy streets, her silver hair and pristine robes an incredible, stark contrast to the depravity around her. She frowned deeply in disgust as she saw how truly vile this city was. The air reeked of rot, fear, and stale blood. It seemed to be a horrific, inescapable prison designed specifically for the most depraved Evil Spirit Masters, a meat grinder from which they could never, ever emerge.
At the exact same time, deep within his throne room, the Slaughter King detected an impossible anomaly.
An incredibly powerful intruder was effortlessly entering the Slaughter City. And moreover, through his connection to the city's arrays, he could feel the boundless, terrifying strength of the intruder. Even more horrifying was the fact that this intruder seemed to be able to completely ignore the absolute restrictions of flight and even the suppression of Spirit Ring abilities set up by the Asura God himself.
"Who dares to defy the laws of my city?" the Slaughter King hissed, his voice a distorted, screeching amalgamation of a man and a beast.
It didn't take long before the Slaughter King emerged from his dark sanctuary, flying towards the intruder while holding the massive, blood-red Asura Demon Sword.
The Slaughter King was a tall and unnervingly slim man, entirely covered in a high-collared, heavy scarlet coat. He possessed a sickly pale face and glowing, blood-red eyes that lacked any trace of human empathy. His pale skin showed very faint, pulsing bloodlines, and on his forehead was a glowing, dark magic mark in the shape of a downward-pointing sword. There was a pair of enormous, leathery blood-red wings attached behind his back, keeping him aloft.
Bo Saixi halted her advance, planting the base of the Sea God Trident firmly into the bloody cobblestones. She snorted in mild disdain when he appeared. She saw that this vile individual also held a terrifying Divine Artifact, the Asura Demon Sword, and seemed to be the corrupted inheritor of another, darker god.
Even though this dark, dry cavern was absolutely not the ocean where her power was at its absolute zenith, with the true Sea God's Trident in her grasp and her own foundational strength as a Level 99 Limit Douluo, she had absolutely nothing to fear. Her vast spiritual senses swept over him. She could clearly feel that this specific, winged individual was not currently operating as a true Limit Douluo, but rather possessed the aura of a high-tier Super Douluo, stagnating at Level 97 or Level 98.
"State your purpose, woman!" the Slaughter King screeched, pointing the massive, red-glowing demon sword at her chest. "You trespass in the domain of slaughter! Prepare to become a blood sacrifice!"
"I am here to execute a divine decree," Bo Saixi stated coldly, her blue eyes narrowing. "And to cleanse the rot from your mind."
The Slaughter King roared in fury, his blood-red wings flapping violently as he dove toward her, the Asura Demon Sword leaving a trail of crimson light in its wake.
Soon, a terrifying, earth-shattering battle between the two absolute powerhouses commenced in the center of the dark city, sending the lesser criminals fleeing in absolute, shrieking terror.
For the first few intense clashes, Bo Saixi, who had immediately summoned her majestic Martial Spirit, the Sea God Spirit, chose to test the waters rather than immediately unleashing the purifying Sea God's Light.
CLANG!
The massive, golden prongs of the Sea God Trident clashed violently against the jagged, blood-red edge of the Asura Demon Sword. The impact generated a horrific shockwave that shattered the surrounding stone buildings, kicking up a storm of dust and dried blood.
They did not unleash their massive, flashy Spirit Ring abilities. The city's laws were still a factor, and using raw elemental blasts in such a confined space was inefficient. Instead, they relied entirely on their profound, Self-Created Techniques—martial arts that seamlessly, flawlessly combined their immense physical spirit power and their vast mental power to clash against each other in close quarters.
"Die!" the Slaughter King shrieked, utilizing his wings to maneuver with impossible, jerky agility.
He swung the Asura Demon Sword in a rapid, devastating arc. "Blood Fiend's Crescent Slash!" he roared, channeling the dark, resentment-filled divine energy of the Rakshasa bat into the blade. A massive, blood-red wave of cutting force erupted from the sword, aiming to slice Bo Saixi in twain.
Bo Saixi remained incredibly calm, her footwork resembling the flowing, unpredictable tide. She stepped lightly to the side, allowing the bloody slash to carve a deep trench into the street beside her.
"Ocean's Wrath: Piercing Current," Bo Saixi countered, her voice ringing out like a clear bell.
She thrust the Sea God Trident forward with terrifying, localized precision. She concentrated a massive amount of her Level 99 spirit power entirely into the center prong of the trident. The golden weapon shot forward, a localized spiral of high-pressure, azure energy spinning around the tip, acting like a drill aimed directly at the Slaughter King's chest.
The Slaughter King recognized the lethal threat. He rapidly crossed the Asura Demon Sword horizontally before him, using the broad side of the divine blade as a shield.
BOOM!
The trident struck the sword. The sheer, overwhelming kinetic force of the Limit Douluo's thrust sent the Slaughter King skidding backward for dozens of meters, his boots carving deep grooves into the stone. The impact sent a painful, numb vibration up his arms.
Despite being at a lower Spirit Power level, it was entirely due to the absolute, unyielding durability of the Asura Demon Sword and the protective, aggressive divine energy contained within it that the Slaughter King was able to fight Bo Saixi in close combat without immediately losing his head or having his weapon shattered.
"You are strong, woman!" the Slaughter King hissed, his red eyes glowing brighter with manic bloodlust. "But you cannot match the endless hunger of this domain!"
He leaped into the air, his leathery wings propelling him toward the cavern ceiling. He raised the Asura Demon Sword high above his head. He began to forcefully draw upon the ambient, bloody aura of the entire Slaughter City, funneling the resentment of a million dead criminals directly into his blade. The sword pulsed with a sickening, blinding red light.
"Slaughter's Judgment: Crimson Guillotine!" he screamed, diving downward like a meteor of pure malice, bringing the massively charged sword down toward Bo Saixi's head with the force to split a mountain.
Bo Saixi looked up, her expression turning incredibly solemn. The sheer density of the murderous intent pouring from the attack was suffocating. She knew that simply blocking with physical force would cause unnecessary collateral damage to herself. It was time to fulfill the Sea God's decree.
"Your darkness ends here, beast," Bo Saixi declared.
She slammed the butt of the Sea God Trident into the ground. She closed her eyes, connecting her vast mental power to the divine core of the artifact.
"Sea God's Light: Absolute Purification!"
A massive, blinding, and impossibly pure pillar of azure and golden light erupted from the central gem of the Sea God Trident. The light shot upward, illuminating the dark, dismal cavern of the Slaughter City like a rising sun.
The purifying light slammed directly into the descending Slaughter King.
HISS! SCREECH!
The moment the Sea God's Light touched the blood-red energy of the Asura Demon Sword and the dark aura of the Slaughter King, a horrific, agonizing screech echoed through the city. It wasn't the sound of a man dying; it was the sound of a parasitic beast burning alive. The pure, oceanic light violently stripped away the gathered resentment, instantly neutralizing the 'Crimson Guillotine' attack and leaving the Slaughter King suspended in the air, completely bathed in the divine radiance.
It was then that the Slaughter King was truly, fundamentally affected.
Deep within his vast, suppressed consciousness, Tang Chen—who had been continuously, agonizingly corrupted by vile resentment, base desires, and endless bloodlust for decades—was instantly jolted awake. The suffocating, thick layers of dark, vile energies clouding his mind were violently, flawlessly purified and burned away by the uncompromising Sea God's Light.
And once his mind was finally, blessedly free from the dark fog, a powerful, familiar, and incredibly commanding message echoed directly in his head.
"Kill the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King that has been a parasite on your body and had taken over your mind. Purge the rot, Tang Chen."
The voice belonged to the Asura God. The dormant, sealed divine energy within Tang Chen's mind had finally been triggered by the purifying light, awakening his true self and delivering the final command.
With a roar that shook the very foundations of the city, Tang Chen unleashed his true, terrifying power. Internally, his massive Limit Douluo spirit power flared, actively crushing and incinerating the physical and spiritual remains of the parasitic bat from the inside out.
As the horrific internal battle concluded in a fraction of a second, the Slaughter King's external appearance drastically, violently changed. No longer was he taken over by a vile parasite.
Tang Chen fell to the ground, landing heavily on one knee. The dark, leathery wings on his back began to crack and break into dry fragments. They rapidly turned to ash, completely blown off and scattered by the lingering, purifying winds of the Sea God's Light.
His sickly, pale complexion also began to change, the corpse-like pallor gradually replaced by a flush of returning, human vitality. His chaotic, blood-red hair rapidly lost its color, going from a vibrant, unnatural red to a deep, natural black, the exact same dramatic change occurring in his irises at the same time.
All over his whole body, the vile corruption faded. Only one single place remained glowing red: only that intricate, divine magic sword mark resting proudly on his forehead.
He stood up slowly. Tang Chen was a tall, incredibly well-built man. He had spiked black hair reaching his broad shoulders, healthy skin, and a domineering, fearless grin that seemed to naturally belong on his face. He seemed to exude an aura of absolute confidence and effortless, overwhelming power.
His eyes were now black, an incomparably deep, intelligent black. His features also seemed to have changed back to their original state. Even though he still looked middle-aged, he'd become a lot more handsome, all the twisted evil and feral hunger entirely replaced by a healthy, majestic impression. The black hair behind his head moved without wind, charged by his immense aura. Standing there, holding the Asura Demon Sword, he no longer had the previous Slaughter King's fleeting, jerky form, but was as solid and unmovable as a mountain.
A heavy, dark red light rushed out from his wide hands, which were no longer twisted into unnatural, claw-like shapes. This power flowed without the slightest, lingering influence or targeting from the Sea God Trident's purifying light. In this moment, the imposing, world-shaking manner erupting from his body was already formidable to an indescribable degree.
The massive, terrifying shadow of a giant hammer—the ultimate symbol of his lineage—filled with infinite, righteous killing intent flashed brilliantly behind his back. Strangely, after that giant hammer appeared, it very quickly transformed under the influence of the divine mark. In the blink of an eye, the massive hammer seemed to have melted down, transforming effortlessly into a more than two-meter-long, incredibly heavy giant sword.
Tang Chen had naturally, fully regained his absolute strength as a Level 99 Limit Douluo.
He let out a long, heavy breath. His voice, when he finally spoke, was no longer sharp, vicious, or screeching. It became heavy with age and wisdom, and the voice that was originally like a middle-aged man became that of a dignified, immensely powerful elder.
"I... I am free," Tang Chen murmured, staring at his own hands in sheer disbelief.
However, the moment the euphoria of freedom settled, his vision swam. He stumbled, leaning heavily on the Asura Demon Sword to keep from collapsing. His physical body was incredibly, terrifyingly weak after so many long, agonizing years of being violently parasitized and drained by that bat. His internal organs were failing, his lifeforce flickering like a candle in the wind.
Fortunately, Bo Saixi had come perfectly prepared for that exact scenario.
She hurried forward, her own imposing aura retracting as she saw the man she recognized from decades past. She quickly produced the swirling, golden vial of divine medicine and potent herbs provided to her by the Sea God.
"Drink this, Tang Chen," Bo Saixi instructed urgently, uncorking the vial and pressing it to his lips. "It is a gift from the Sea God. It will forcefully restore your physical foundation and repair the damage the parasite inflicted upon your vessel."
Tang Chen didn't argue. He drank the glowing liquid. Instantly, a massive rush of warm, healing energy flooded his meridians, knitting his failing organs back together and solidifying his fragile lifeforce. The color returned fully to his cheeks, and he stood up straight, the weakness vanishing.
When Bo Saixi truly saw his face, cleared of the pain and corruption, she was startled, and then incomparably, profoundly delighted.
This was Tang Chen. The man, the legend, about whom she would secretly, wistfully think about in the quiet corners of her heart for the last fifty or so long years. The man who had promised to become a God and return for her.
Tang Chen looked at her, his deep black eyes widening in recognition. He was also incredibly, profoundly happy to see her beautiful face after decades of nightmares. But that joy was instantly clouded by a feeling of deep, complicated shame. He felt incredibly useless and foolish that, after all his boasting and ambition, it ultimately had to be Bo Saixi, sent as an errand runner for the Sea God, to come into this filthy pit and save him from his own tragic failure.
"Bo Saixi..." Tang Chen whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You... you look as beautiful as the day I left. I am deeply, profoundly ashamed that you had to find me like this."
Bo Saixi offered him a warm, surprisingly gentle smile, reaching out to briefly touch his muscular arm.
"Your survival is all that matters, Tang Chen," she told him softly, her blue eyes reflecting decades of unspoken longing. She truly wanted to talk more with him, to find a quiet place and spend hours reminiscing about their past and the paths they had walked.
However, her duty as a High Priestess overrode her personal desires. Her expression turned serious.
"As much as I wish we could speak freely, I must inform you that the reason for my appearing here was strictly under the direct, divine command of the Sea God," Bo Saixi informed him, stepping back slightly to maintain propriety. "And the Sea God had told me to pass on specific, unyielding words to you, messages delivered from the Asura God."
Tang Chen straightened up, gripping the Asura Demon Sword tighter. "I am listening."
"You must continue to act as the new, true Slaughter King of the Slaughter City," Bo Saixi relayed the divine decree, her voice echoing in the cavern. "You are to formally act as the High Priest of the Asura God's Legacy. Furthermore, when the time comes, you are commanded to completely pass down the position of the Asura God, along with the accumulated divine energy of all the trials you have previously completed, directly to the new, chosen inheritor of the Asura God."
She looked at him with a hint of pity. "The Sea God told me that this... this servitude is the explicit price you must pay for not having been able to successfully, completely complete the Eighth Trial of the Asura God's God Position within the required, divine time limit. You are now the gatekeeper, not the king."
Tang Chen was deeply confused, and then incredibly, somewhat indignantly angry. His pride flared. He had suffered for decades, fighting for the ultimate prize, and now he was being told that he would have to pass down all his hard work, his blood, and his suffering to some unknown, untested individual who would simply inherit everything, including all his hard work, on a silver platter.
But he swallowed his anger. He didn't dare to curse or criticize the Asura God, nor did he blame the Sea God. He knew the absolute, terrifying truth of the universe... It was utterly, entirely useless to complain in front of a God's decree. They held the strings of fate.
"I understand," Tang Chen sighed heavily, his broad shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. "I accept this assignment. I will be the High Priest."
As he accepted his grim fate, Bo Saixi smiled gently, her heart aching for him. She wanted to offer him a sliver of hope.
"When your duties allow it, Tang Chen," Bo Saixi told him, her voice returning to a soft, inviting tone, "you should come and visit the Sea God Island. The ocean breezes are much kinder than the air in this pit. I would be waiting for you there."
She relayed the final piece of the divine message. "After all, the Sea God had explicitly told me that as the new Slaughter King, you do not need to remain permanently stationed deep within the filth of the Slaughter City. As long as you can ensure that the basic order of the Slaughter City, however chaotic and bloody it may be, is generally maintained, you are free to travel."
Tang Chen nodded, a genuine, warm smile finally breaking through his grim demeanor at the prospect of seeing the ocean again. "I will come, Saixi. I promise."
They talked a bit more, exchanging brief, hushed words about the state of the world, before Bo Saixi finally turned and left, her silver hair flowing behind her as she ascended out of the nightmare city and back toward the coast.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, standing on the balcony of his towering mansion in Crimson Zenith City, Zhang Tian had a very somber, incredibly serious expression on his handsome face.
Although the roots of his Blood Silver Grass couldn't penetrate the ancient, divine arrays to reach directly into the subterranean depths of the Slaughter City, his network was absolute everywhere else. It had been deeply planted near Vast Sea City, across other coastal regions, in the sprawling cities of the Heaven Dou Empire, the heavily fortified Star Luo Empire, the grand Spirit City, the dense forests, and nearly the entire surface of the Douluo Continent.
When Bo Saixi had first arrived near Vast Sea City while holding the intensely radiating Sea God's Trident, Zhang Tian had immediately sensed the massive spatial anomaly. He was, initially, slightly shocked and deeply paranoid. He truly thought that the shameless, interfering Sea God had perhaps planned to launch a sudden, devastating attack against him, perhaps acting under the direct, vengeful command of the Asura God to eliminate the new Goddess of Life inheritor.
But then, as he tracked her rapid movements through his grass, he quickly realized the truth. Although this terrifying Limit Douluo, Bo Saixi, was flying relentlessly north, she was absolutely not heading towards his fortified territory in the Frostfall Province. She was flying on a completely different trajectory.
This realization made him change his expression. His icy blue eyes narrowed as he traced her flight path on a mental map. He understood exactly where she was going. It must be towards the Slaughter City.
And as the implications of that divine errand settled in his mind, it made him sigh out a long, heavy breath into the freezing northern air.
He understood perfectly well what had just happened. The Asura God had made his move, using the Sea God as a proxy. Tang Chen, the legendary founder of the Clear Sky Sect, had been freed from his torment. He would be restored.
'The board just became vastly more complicated,' Zhang Tian thought, resting his hands heavily on the stone railing of the balcony. 'With Tang Chen free and acting as the High Priest, he will undoubtedly groom Tang San perfectly. He will pass on his power and his trials without a hitch.'
The impending, massive threat from the Star Luo Empire, and especially the heavily armed, vengeful remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, had just greatly, exponentially increased in lethality. They now had a direct, unobstructed path to divine ascension, and they had a legendary Limit Douluo backing their plays.
He looked out over his sprawling, technologically advanced city, watching the steam rise from the factories and the spirit-trains moving along the tracks.
He knew, with absolute, chilling certainty, that the war was coming. And it was coming fast, riding on the wings of divine vengeance.
Fortunately, despite the terrifying escalation of enemy power, Zhang Tian was absolutely not that flustered or prone to panic. He possessed the Life Spirit Core. He possessed a God-Ranked martial spirit. He possessed the absolute loyalty of a Limit Douluo and an army equipped with modern weaponry.
He smiled, a dark, incredibly confident smirk touching his lips as the cold wind ruffled his red hair.
'After all...' Zhang Tian thought, his icy blue eyes gleaming with absolute, unwavering resolve. 'Since the war is inevitably coming, I will simply make sure to slaughter them all and win!'
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
Also, check out 20 Chapters Ahead for this fanfic on my P.atreon.
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