The burly man felt the increasingly powerful pressure emanating from Qian Renshang, and his fear reached its peak.
He turned to run, but found his legs seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move.
"You...you stay away!" the burly man cried out in despair, his voice filled with terror.
Qian Renshang walked up to the burly man, coldly looking at him, and said,
"In this City of Slaughter, strength is the only rule of survival. Since you chose to challenge me, you must pay the price."
With that, Qian Renshang reached out and grabbed the burly man's head, a dark power surging from his hand, instantly invading the burly man's body.
The burly man felt as if his soul was being torn apart by countless cold hands, screaming in agony.
In a short while, his body withered like a dried corpse, and his soul was completely devoured by Qian Renshang.
After dealing with this group, Qian Renshang felt the newly gained soul power within him, quite satisfied.
"This is just the beginning. Next, I will make the entire Slaughter City a stepping stone on my path to godhood."
Qian Renshang gazed into the distance at Slaughter City, his eyes filled with determination and ambition.
Qian Renshang stood in the abyss of Slaughter City, surrounded by a nauseating stench of blood and decay, screams and roars weaving a desperate symphony.
He stood silently on the ruins, gazing at the chaotic and cruel scene before him, his mind churning.
He knew that the people of Slaughter City had hands stained with sin, and killing them would not evoke any guilt in him.
This place was practically the natural breeding ground for the ninth trial of the Fallen Angel's divine position.
As the former training ground and trial ground of the Asura God, its existence was immeasurably ancient, millions of lives had perished here, and countless evil thoughts lingered like ghosts—the very place he had longed for to complete his trial.
"This is what I want: endless evil thoughts and souls.
They will help me complete the ninth trial and become a fallen angel god,"
Qian Renshang murmured to himself, his voice carried on the wind with a hint of determination.
However, deep within his heart, a struggle quietly surfaced.
"How am I any different from these sinners, constantly taking from this bloody land?"
This thought pierced his soul like a sharp knife. But he quickly suppressed this wavering.
"I am different from them. I am here to gain greater power, to protect everything I cherish, and to end the strife on the Douluo Continent."
Qian Renshang looked up at the sky, the gloomy heavens seeming to mourn for this sinful land.
"Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, and those in the Spirit Hall who attempt to control everything, once I become a god, your evil deeds will end."
A resolute flame burned in his eyes, a flame that shone even brighter in the darkness of the Slaughter City.
"In this trial ground left behind by the Asura God, I will be reborn from the ashes.
Every drop of blood, every wisp of evil thought, will become a stepping stone to godhood."
Qian Renshang clenched his fists, the dark power within him surging unconsciously, resonating with the evil aura of the Slaughter City.
He knew the road ahead was fraught with peril, not only facing all sorts of villains within the Slaughter City, but also resisting the risk of his own heart being swallowed by darkness.
But at this moment, he had no way out, nor did he want to.
"Let this city of slaughter witness my transformation. I will carry the evil thoughts and souls here to the throne of gods and reshape the order of the Douluo Continent."
Qian Renshang took a deep breath, inhaling the surrounding stench of blood, as if declaring his conquest of this land of sin.
(End of Chapter)
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