However, relying on the immense power continuously provided by his nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings, Qian Renshang gradually began to gain the upper hand.
The black light wheel slowly advanced, compressing the blood-red vortex.
"Damn it, how can someone be stronger than me in the City of Slaughter?"
Upon seeing this, the King of Slaughter's face turned extremely ugly.
He could feel the power of Qian Renshang's attack; if he were hit, he would be severely injured.
He gritted his teeth and increased his power again, trying to reverse the situation.
However, Qian Renshang was now unleashing his full power, unstoppable.
The black light wheel suddenly accelerated, breaking through the blood-red vortex and continuing to fly towards the King of Slaughter.
The King of Slaughter couldn't dodge in time and was grazed by the black light wheel.
A black sword aura slashed a deep wound on his shoulder, and blood gushed out immediately.
He swayed, almost falling to the ground, his face filled with shock and resentment.
"You...you actually..."
The King of Slaughter looked at Qian Renshang in disbelief.
He never expected that after dominating this City of Slaughter for so many years, he would be forced into such a wretched state by an outsider.
Qian Renshang gave him no chance to catch his breath, once again wielding the Fallen Angel Sword, the nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings flashing, preparing to launch the next round of attacks.
At this moment, he was like a demon god in the darkness, unleashing a terrifyingly powerful force in the sky above the City of Slaughter...
Seeing that the King of Slaughter was injured, Qian Renshang's offensive became even more ferocious.
The twelve wings on his back flapped rapidly, causing the surrounding dark power to surge wildly like a black tide.
The nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings shone brightly, their crimson light like tangible flames, swirling around him and making him appear even more imposing.
Qian Renshang gripped the Fallen Angel Sword tightly with both hands, dark power frantically gathering on the blade, forming a thick, constantly twisting and writhing layer of dark energy.
Then, he unleashed a "Dark Sky-Splitting Slash."
With a roar from Qian Renshang, a dark sword aura a hundred meters long roared out, the space in its path shattering like spiderweb-like cracks, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
The King of Slaughter's expression was solemn, knowing the power of this attack was no small matter.
He endured the pain in his shoulder, holding the Asura Sword horizontally in front of him. The
Asura Sword blazed with crimson light, runes flashing, and he mobilized all his power, unleashing the "Asura Guardian Shield."
A crimson shield, exuding a thick, bloody aura, instantly materialized before him.
Crimson runes flowed across its surface, radiating powerful defensive energy.
The dark sword energy slammed heavily into the crimson shield, producing a deafening roar that seemed to shake the entire City of Slaughter.
The collision of energy generated a powerful shockwave that spread wildly outwards from the two figures.
Buildings in the vicinity were instantly reduced to dust by the shockwave, and even distant mountains were sheared away.
The crimson shield trembled violently under the impact of the dark sword energy, its runes flickering.
The King of Slaughter gripped the Asura Sword tightly, veins bulging on his arms as he struggled to maintain the shield.
However, Qian Renshang's attack was simply too powerful.
With the relentless assault of the dark sword energy, the crimson shield finally cracked, then shattered completely with a "crack."
The dark sword energy continued its unabated charge towards the King of Slaughter. Unable to dodge in time, the King of Slaughter could only parry with his Asura Sword.
The dark sword energy struck the Asura Sword, unleashing a dazzling burst of sparks, and the powerful impact sent the King of Slaughter flying backward.
He spat out several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, his body crashing heavily onto an abandoned palace, causing it to collapse and kicking up clouds of dust.
"Damn it!"
The King of Slaughter struggled to his feet from the ruins, his body covered in blood, his once majestic aura now utterly disheveled.
(End of Chapter)
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