The power originating from the very essence of the Slaughter City, amplified by the divine artifact Shura Sword, made the Slaughter King's unleashed power terrifying in an instant.
However, for Qian Renshang at this moment, it was nothing more than that.
After this period of honing his skills and engaging in battles, Qian Renshang's strength had reached a new level.
Now, he could even contend with a god head-on.
Recalling the fierce battle with the Slaughter King, though extremely dangerous, it had given him a clearer understanding of his own strength.
Qian Renshang looked down at the Fallen Angel Sword in his hand, its blade still radiating a cold, eerie light, seemingly celebrating his recent victory.
"So what if it's the Shura Sword? Before absolute power, nothing is worth fearing,"
Ge muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of confidence and pride.
At this moment, the Slaughter City, after this earth-shattering battle, was a scene of devastation. The survivors huddled in corners, looking at Qian Renshang with awe and fear.
In their eyes, Qian Renshang was like a demon god who controlled life and death, so powerful that it instilled despair.
Qian Renshang looked around, understanding that his purpose here was not yet fully achieved.
Although the King of Slaughter was defeated, he still needed to further absorb the remaining evil thoughts and soul power to complete the ninth trial of becoming a Fallen Angel.
He opened his arms again, circulating his soul power.
Dark power spread like a vast net throughout the entire Slaughter City.
The souls that had strayed during the battle, and the dense evil thoughts permeating the air, were all drawn by this dark power, converging towards Qian Renshang.
As the evil thoughts and soul power continued to surge into his body, Qian Renshang could feel himself one step closer to becoming a Fallen Angel.
However, the madness and evil contained within this power were constantly assaulting his mind.
Bloody and violent images flashed through his mind, as if countless voices were whispering in his ears, trying to drive him mad.
"I will not lose my way, I have my own principles!"
"I will become a god, I will take revenge, I will protect Nana!"
As more and more evil thoughts and soul power were absorbed, Qian Renshang's aura became increasingly powerful and mysterious.
A black halo gradually emerged around his body, within which the faint phantom of a fallen angel flickered.
In his sea of consciousness, the outline of the fallen angel's divine position became increasingly clear…
Qian Renshang was immersed in absorbing power, feeling the ever-growing and complex energy within his body.
He knew it was time to attempt to ascend to the fallen angel's divine position.
However, at this moment, a trace of worry and uncertainty inevitably arose in his heart.
Lucifer, the fallen angel god, was ultimately a foreign divine inheritance.
The divine realm of Douluo Continent had always had its own rules and order, and would most likely not easily accept the inheritance of such a foreign god.
In a sense, the path he was about to take was not much different from creating his own divine position; the difficulties and dangers involved were unimaginable.
But Qian Renshang had no way back.
To protect everything he cherished, and to break the current conflict among the various forces on Douluo Continent, he had to embark on this thorny path to godhood.
He slowly closed his eyes, expelling all distracting thoughts from his mind.
He focused all his energy on circulating his soul power and the evil thoughts and soul power he had just absorbed, guiding them to converge in one direction.
"Come!"
In Qian Renshang's sea of consciousness, the outline of the Fallen Angel's throne became increasingly clear.
It was a throne exuding a mysterious and dark aura, surrounded by twisted runes and shadows.
Qian Renshang attempted to establish a connection between his consciousness and the throne.
However, the instant his consciousness touched the throne, a powerful and repulsive force suddenly surged forth, attempting to blast his consciousness out of his sea of consciousness.
"Hmph!"
Qian Renshang grunted, gritting his teeth, desperately resisting this repulsive force with his tenacious willpower.
(End of Chapter)
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