After convincing himself, Qian Renshang's eyes were devoid of any hesitation or struggle, replaced by unwavering determination.
He slowly opened his arms, and the dark power around him surged wildly like a raging tide, forming a massive black vortex centered on him.
This vortex seemed to possess endless suction, frantically drawing out the power of the entire Killing City—the soul power that floated in the air, lurked underground, and was buried deep within people's souls.
In an instant, the entire Killing City trembled violently, the ground undulated like waves, houses collapsed, and dust billowed into the sky.
"Ah! What's going on?"
"What happened?"
Countless people cried out in terror, completely unaware of what terrible thing had happened.
Some of the weaker individuals, under the powerful suction, were uncontrollably pulled towards Qian Renshang.
Their souls seemed to be forcibly ripped from their bodies, causing them to struggle in agony and utter pitiful cries.
Qian Renshang, however, remained utterly stern.
He closed his eyes tightly, focusing all his energy on guiding this immense spiritual power.
These souls contained endless malice, greed, cruelty, and other negative emotions, surging into his body like a dark torrent.
He could feel his meridians throbbing with pain under the impact of this power, but he gritted his teeth, enduring it forcefully, refining and fusing these spiritual energies little by little.
In a corner of the city, a group of thugs engaged in a bloody transaction watched helplessly as their companion's body was suddenly pulled away by an invisible force and disappeared into the distance.
Fear instantly enveloped them.
"Could it be that the Asura God has become angry?"
One of them trembled, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
In another area, several powerful figures who usually dominated their regions attempted to join forces to resist this suction force.
They channeled their soul power to its limit, forming powerful defensive barriers in front of them.
However, these were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before Qian Renshang's all-out devouring power.
The black vortex easily tore through their defenses, engulfing their souls as well.
As more and more soul power was absorbed, Qian Renshang's aura grew stronger and stronger.
His twelve-winged Fallen Angel martial soul fully unfolded behind him, each wing shimmering with an eerie and powerful light.
The already dark sky grew even more somber, as if the entire world trembled at Qian Renshang's mad actions.
But Qian Renshang's journey was far from smooth.
The negative emotions contained within his immense soul power surged through his mind like a tidal wave.
Horrifying images flashed through his mind: bloody slaughter, betrayal by loved ones, the departure of friends…
These images attempted to drive him mad, to make him lose himself.
"I cannot lose myself! I have my mission!"
Qian Renshang roared inwardly, waging a fierce battle against these negative emotions with unwavering willpower.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body trembled slightly, but his conviction remained as steadfast as a towering mountain.
In this chaotic and fear-ridden city of slaughter, Qian Renshang, like a ruler of darkness, frantically absorbed soul power, advancing towards the ninth trial of the Fallen Angel's divine position.
Qian Renshang's frantic absorption of the evil thoughts and killing intent within the entire city of slaughter was undoubtedly destroying its very essence.
The entire city seemed to have descended into apocalyptic chaos; buildings collapsed, the ground cracked, and people fled in terror and despair.
All of this finally alerted the true ruler of this sinful land—the King of Slaughter.
(End of Chapter)
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