But the ferocity in his eyes didn't diminish; instead, it intensified. He roared and swung the Asura Sword again.
The Asura Sword shone brightly, and countless tiny, blood-red sword beams shot out from its blade, like a dense rain of arrows, raining down on Qian Renshang.
Qian Renshang remained calm, his nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings shimmering.
He unleashed "Wings of the Fallen Angel."
The twelve wings on his back instantly expanded to their maximum size, completely enveloping his body.
Each wing shimmered with a mysterious black light, forming an indestructible barrier of dark energy on its surface.
The blood-red sword beams struck the dark energy barrier, producing a dense "clanging" sound, like raindrops hitting an iron plate.
Despite the numerous crimson sword beams, they could not break through Qian Renshang's powerful defense.
Taking advantage of a gap in the King of Slaughter's attack, Qian Renshang flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards the King of Slaughter.
In the blink of an eye, Qian Renshang arrived in front of the King of Slaughter.
He raised the Fallen Angel Sword high, once again gathering powerful dark energy, and slashed down fiercely at the King of Slaughter.
This strike combined the power of Qian Renshang's nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings, the power of the twelve-winged Fallen Angel martial soul, and the power of the Fallen Angel Sword itself, containing a world-destroying force.
A trace of fear flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes, but he did not retreat.
He gripped the Asura Sword tightly with both hands, and with all his might, met Qian Renshang's Fallen Angel Sword head-on.
The two swords clashed, unleashing an unparalleled power, forming a huge energy vortex centered on the two.
Within the vortex, dark and crimson forces intertwined and collided, emitting a series of ear-piercing shrieks.
The energy vortex expanded relentlessly, engulfing and utterly pulverizing everything in its path.
The King of Slaughter, struck by this immense power, sank deep into the ground, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Qian Renshang, however, stood firmly in place, continuing to exert his power, relentlessly suppressing the King of Slaughter.
"Who...who are you...?"
The King of Slaughter gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.
Qian Renshang did not answer, only staring coldly at him, the Fallen Angel Sword in his hand continuing to apply pressure, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to the King of Slaughter…
Knowing his life hung by a thread, the King of Slaughter's eyes flashed with a resolute madness.
He roared to the heavens, his voice like that of a wounded beast, echoing throughout the entire City of Slaughter.
At this moment, he launched a desperate, last-ditch counterattack, forcefully drawing upon the City of Slaughter's primal power.
In an instant, the already chaotic City of Slaughter plunged into even deeper turmoil; the earth trembled violently, and the sky churned with crimson haze, as if the entire world was mourning the King of Slaughter's desperate act.
The power of the City of Slaughter surged into the King of Slaughter's body like a raging torrent of crimson blood.
His aura began to rise wildly, and the Asura Sword in his hand shone brightly, the runes on its blade seemingly coming alive, flashing with an eerie and intense light.
Using this powerful force, the King of Slaughter unleashed the Asura God's divine technique—"Asura Judgment."
A massive pillar of crimson light shot skyward from the Asura Sword, within which the majestic and terrifying phantom of the Asura God faintly appeared.
The phantom, wielding the Asura Greatsword, slashed fiercely down at Qian Renshang.
This strike contained boundless killing and destructive power; wherever it passed, space shattered like a broken mirror, revealing a pitch-black void.
(End of Chapter)
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