Tianlin looked down coldly at the Slaughter King, still holding the bleeding head of the Fallen Angel Douluo—a terrifying sight.
He wasn't doing this for fun. He kept the head to read its soul. As a freshly killed Title Douluo, the Fallen Angel's soul hadn't dissipated, just weakened. The moment Tianlin grabbed the head, he read its memories.
But as he did so, the Fallen Angel's soul nearly collapsed—a safeguard left by the Evil Sword Immortal to prevent leaks. If someone tried to read the soul, it would be destroyed. The one captured earlier by Golden Crocodile Douluo was probably already gone.
But this didn't affect Tianlin. The Holy Spirit Pearl could fully protect the soul, and Tianlin learned the secret of the Fallen Angel's origin.
The Evil Sword Immortal was created from the evil thoughts of Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji, making him a native of the Douluo Continent. From the memories, Tianlin confirmed this new Evil Sword Immortal possessed the Six-Winged Fallen Angel martial soul.
He could grant the Fallen Angel martial soul to others, just as the Angel God could grant her martial soul to descendants. But, not being a god, he could only grant four-winged versions, and creating a Title Douluo consumed immense power—mass production was impossible.
This reassured Tianlin. His biggest worry was if the Evil Sword Immortal could mass-produce four-winged Fallen Angel Douluos. If so, even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect couldn't withstand an army of Title Douluos.
In the God Realm, the changes in Slaughter City caught the attention of the Rakshasa God. After finally working with the Evil Sword Immortal to expel the Asura God's spiritual sense, Slaughter City was fully under his control. Now, it seemed the Asura God's heir might reclaim it—something he couldn't tolerate.
The Rakshasa God tried to intervene, having left a mark on the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's body, allowing him to temporarily grant his divine power—much like Qian Daoliu's Angel Descent.
But unlike Qian Daoliu, who lawfully invoked godly power, the Rakshasa God's direct interference violated God Realm laws.
A black beam suddenly intercepted the divine power, nearly injuring the Rakshasa God. The Asura God had intervened. He would not let the Rakshasa God bully his inheritor.
"Rakshasa, gods must not interfere in the lower realm. This is only a warning. If you violate the law again, expect the Asura Sword's wrath!" The Asura God's voice echoed in the Rakshasa Hall, filled with killing intent—a warning and a threat.
The Rakshasa God's expression was grim. The Asura God was now watching him closely—he couldn't interfere anymore.
"Damn Asura. But even if I can't act, your inheritor will taste the Evil Sword Immortal's power!"
The Rakshasa God knew the Evil Sword Immortal couldn't miss the huge battle in Slaughter City, even the death of his Fallen Angel.
Of course, what the Rakshasa God could foresee, Tianlin could too. So Tianlin decisively killed the Fallen Angel to lure out the Evil Sword Immortal.
He wanted to force the Evil Sword Immortal to appear. If possible, he'd rather kill him now than let him cause trouble later.
'Boom!'
Suddenly, explosions sounded from the forest outside Slaughter City. A figure crashed to the ground, followed by another, who stomped on the first.
After having his soul rings sealed and being weakened by Tianlin's Asura Domain (which now reduced enemy attributes by 40%) and the Ice-Fire Seal (which suppressed his soul power by a level), the Slaughter King's strength was now only around that of a level 96-97 Title Douluo—one who couldn't use soul skills.
If it were Tang Chen himself, that wouldn't matter much—he still had his hammer techniques. But this Slaughter King, without skills, couldn't even beat a typical sub-level-95 Title Douluo, let alone Tianlin.
Tianlin had been thrashing him for five minutes, shattering most of his bones. The Demon Spear Douluo wanted to help but was easily immobilized by Tianlin's Darkgold Seal.
"Please... spare me," the Slaughter King begged weakly.
Tianlin sneered, "You possess Tang Chen's body but are a total waste. Not only is your combat ability poor, your battle IQ is abysmal, and your temperament is pathetic. At least Tang Chen would never beg for mercy."
Tianlin could have killed the Slaughter King easily, but he kept him alive for two reasons: only a living Slaughter King could lure out the Evil Sword Immortal, and if the Slaughter King died, Tang Chen would die too—Tianlin still needed to bring him to Bo Saixi.
Tianlin pressed his foot harder on the Slaughter King, threatening, "I might spare you, but get out of Tang Chen's body."
Of course, the Bat King would not leave. He knew hiding in Tang Chen's body kept him safe—if he left, he'd die. As long as he stayed alive, the master would come to save him.
Suddenly, a massive black energy cannon blasted toward them. Tianlin's eyes narrowed. "Here he comes."
He split the cannon with his sword, knocked the Slaughter King unconscious to shut him up, and his ninth spirit ring flared as he called toward the source, "Who's there?"
"Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji!" A man shrouded in black qi flew over. His appearance resembled Qian Renxue.
The Evil Sword Immortal had appeared in Qian Xunji's form to hide his true identity.
"Qian Xunji? That's impossible—you're dead!" Tianlin feigned shock.
He did want to kill the Evil Sword Immortal today, but if he failed, he wanted to maintain the pretense of ignorance—so the Evil Sword Immortal wouldn't suspect Tianlin knew his secrets.
Misinformation is crucial. The overconfident are easier to defeat. As Jing Tian once said, the new Evil Sword Immortal had inherited all the worst traits of his creators, making him arrogant and doomed.
Qian Xunji looked at Tianlin with contempt. "A dead man doesn't need to know so much. Only rank 94, yet you dare ruin my plans. Why seek your own destruction?"