Douluo: Tang Hao kills me, the son pays for the father's debt

Chapter 102 The King of Slaughter Appears, Compensation or Death

Countless scarlet flying swords suddenly filled the sky above the city gate, densely packed and very spectacular, but the people below were terrified, their eyes filled with despair.

It’s not that they haven’t thought about rushing up to fight Mo Bai to the death, but all those who had this idea had already become corpses, lying in some unknown corner of the City of Slaughter.

As Mo Bai gently pressed down his right hand, the flying sword began to move slowly and headed towards the city gate. Suddenly, a shrill scream reached the sky.

After three days and three nights of fighting, Mo Bai's soul power had actually been exhausted. The only reason he could still stand was thanks to the support of his murderous aura.

The scarlet flying sword was condensed by Mo Bai using murderous aura. The murderous aura was very special and Mo Bai didn't know the specific reason. Of course, he didn't have the ability to think about this problem. He only did one thing now, which was to enjoy the pleasure of killing.

Just when Mo Bai was laughing happily, a ball of blood-red fog strangely appeared in the sky. Seeing the sea of ​​blood and corpses at the city gate, it made a piercing sound and swooped down towards Mo Bai.

The mist was wrapping around the real body of the King of Killing. He had never been so angry. A tiny ant dared to do such a thing under his nose. He himself couldn't bear it.

The King of Killing had actually received the report the next day, but Mo Bai was not so crazy at that time, and it did not violate the rules he set, so he did not take it too seriously.

But what the King of Killing didn't expect was that Mo Bai killed nearly 60,000 people in one go. The entire inner city had only 300,000 or 400,000 residents, and so many were killed in an instant. His heart was bleeding.

Mo Bai felt a strong sense of crisis, but when he turned around, the King of Killing had already come in front of him. A pale hand stretched out from the blood mist and slapped his chest hard.

The King of Killing had already controlled his strength and would only cause serious injuries at most. He did not want to let Mo Bai die so easily. He would not stop until he had tortured Mo Bai for tens of millions of years, even if he died in the middle of the process.

Suddenly, a holy light that was incompatible with the City of Slaughter appeared and quickly formed a circular energy shield, protecting Mo Bai firmly inside it.

The King of Killing was flung away, and Mo Bai regained consciousness. However, the King of Killing's power was too strong, and Mo Bai was still knocked away for dozens of meters, fell heavily to the ground, and then fell into a coma.

The King of Killing did not suffer any harm. After stabilizing his body, he did not launch another attack. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the ring on Mo Bai's left hand, because the holy light was emitted by it.

Holy light is not an ordinary thing. It involves the taboo of Douluo Continent, God.

Although the King of Slaughter's strength has reached the terrifying demigod level, the gap compared to God is not just a matter of a million miles.

Since Mo Bai could possess such a treasure, his identity must be extraordinary. After thinking for a long time, the King of Killing stepped forward, picked up Mo Bai, and brought him back to his luxurious palace.

Throwing Mo Bai to the ground, the King of Slaughter drove everyone out, set up a soundproof barrier, placed a photo stone in a hidden corner, and then walked to the throne and sat down.

The King of Slaughter tapped the armrest with his fingers, and then injected a murderous aura into Mo Bai, helping Mo Bai to wake up quickly.

"Humph"

After a while, Mo Bai woke up slowly. Although his eyes were still red, he was conscious again. However, his soul power was completely depleted and his whole body was weak. He could only lie on the ground in a shabby manner.

"Boy, you have caused me such a huge loss. How do you think I should deal with you?"

When a faint voice was heard, Mo Bai's pupils immediately focused, and he found himself in a luxurious palace.

Sitting up with difficulty, Mo Bai looked towards the throne. The man was of burly build, with two huge bat wings behind him, wearing dark red armor, with red hair, and a pale face. He exuded an evil aura. He must be the King of Killing.

Mo Bai chose to remain silent and did not answer the King of Slaughter's question, because he had recalled what had happened in the past few days, and even he could not believe that he had the ability to kill so many people. Because Mo Bai might be related to God, the King of Slaughter had to treat him with caution, and he did not dare to deal with him rashly before he had a thorough understanding of Mo Bai's background.

But what needs to be said still needs to be said. After all, the loss is too great. Even if Mo Bai's identity is special and he cannot be killed, asking for some compensation is not excessive, and forget about recruiting him.

"I give you two choices: compensation or death."

Any normal person would know what to choose. This was a trap set by the King of Killing for Mo Bai. He wanted to obtain Mo Bai's identity information in exchange for compensation.

Mo Bai didn't need to think about this question. As for the compensation? That was a matter for the future. He should get through this hurdle first.

He said weakly: "I choose compensation."

The King of Slaughter asked, "Oh? Do you have this ability?"

Mo Bai said shamelessly, "My real identity is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. It's only 50,000 or 60,000 people. It's a small matter."

The King of Killing is not a fool. It is impossible for him to believe Mo Bai based on just one sentence.

"How can I trust you?"

Mo Bai looked at the space ring in his hand with a gentle gaze. This was given to him by Qian Renxue. He didn't expect that it saved him in a critical moment.

The Holy Light is the amulet that Qian Daoliu gave to Qian Renxue. It is a very small part of his limited divine power and is only useful in moments of life and death crisis.

"In fact, I have another identity. I am also the future son-in-law of the current Pope. Have you seen the space ring on my hand? It is a token of love between me and the Pope's daughter."

Mo Bai's words were not very credible, but the power of holy light on this space ring could not be faked. It was indeed unique to the Spirit Hall. The King of Slaughter began to believe Mo Bai's words.

The King of Slaughter was not aware of the affairs of the divine world, nor did he know that the Angel God had fallen, so he did not want to get into trouble.

In addition, Bibi Dong, the God of Killing, is said to have a twin martial soul. One can imagine his current strength. If he rushes into the City of Slaughter for revenge, he will be in big trouble.

Although the King of Slaughter is not afraid of Bibi Dong, it is hard to say whether the City of Slaughter can survive after a great war.

Privately, although the Spirit Hall sends some people to the Slaughter City every year, the number varies from several thousand to several thousand, but it is still too few.

Mo Bai is of high status, and now he has something on him, so the King of Slaughter thinks he can extort money from him.
"This king demands double compensation."

Mo Bai's identity was originally fake, and he now just wanted to leave this place of trouble. He had not considered anything else, nor had he thought about sending anyone in. It didn't matter how much the King of Killing said.

But if he agreed too quickly, it would easily arouse suspicion. Mo Bai frowned, pretending to be embarrassed, and began to bargain.

"I haven't violated the rules of the City of Slaughter. It's inappropriate for you to deal with me this way."

The King of Slaughter said expressionlessly, "But you have killed too many people, causing many good citizens to have mental problems. This will disrupt order and cause great losses to the Slaughter City, as well as the buildings."

　It seems that I will have to re-rate it on Monday. I would like to ask the big guys to give me some good reviews. Thank you very much.
　　
　
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