Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 186 Qian Daoliu personally arrives in the City of Slaughter and battles the King of Slaughter!
The city of killing.

A dazzling golden light streaked across the sky, falling like a meteor outside the City of Slaughter.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his pure white robe spotless, and the phantom of a six-winged angel loomed behind him, his holy radiance contrasting sharply with the blood moon above the City of Slaughter.

"Tang Chen..."

Qian Daoliu murmured softly, his gaze piercing through layers of blood mist as he looked towards the city.

Bibi Dong's words still echoed in my ears—

"That King of Slaughter... is very likely Tang Chen."

"Back then, he was pursuing the divine examination, but because the Rakshasa God was parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, he became a monster and took control of the killing city."

A complex look flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Tang Chen, the previous sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, a level 99 peerless Douluo, was once considered one of the two pinnacles of the Soul Master world alongside him.

He was his only true friend in this life, and also his strongest rival.

But after parting ways at Poseidon Island, Tang Chen went to pursue the divine test and was never heard from again.

did not expect……

“If it really is you…” Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and stepped into the City of Slaughter.

The main purpose of this trip to the City of Slaughter is to help Bibi Dong collect a large number of the dead souls in order to initiate the Nine Trials of the Rakshasa.

Learning that the King of Slaughter might be Tang Chen was quite an unexpected turn of events.

"boom--"

A terrifying pressure erupted instantly, and the fallen ones on the outskirts of the Killing City didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to ashes in the holy light.

Qian Daoliu did not stop; every step he took caused the city of sin to tremble.

"Who dares to trespass into the city of slaughter!"

Several killers burst out from the blood mist, but before they could get close, they were crushed by an invisible force.

Within the City of Slaughter, apart from those who possess the Slaughter Domain and the God of Slaughter Domain, no other Soul Masters can use Soul Skills.

but,
Qian Daoliu doesn't need to use his soul skills.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu borrowed the power of the angels. This power was his strongest attack method, and his self-created soul skills and divine power were enough.

Qian Daoliu's gaze was sharp as torches, fixed on the dark castle in the center of the city.

"King of Slaughter, come out and see me."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was as resounding as a great bell, echoing throughout the entire city of slaughter.

“Hehehe…”

A chilling laugh echoed from deep within the castle.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure soared into the sky, his face pale, wearing a blood-red robe, his entire body wrapped in a huge, high-collared scarlet cloak.

This is the King of Slaughter, whose hair and eyes are blood red.

From a distance, it resembles a blood-red shadow.

But compared to a few years later, Tang Chen's image is much better now.

Years later, blood streaks will appear on his skin, a pair of blood-red wings will appear on his back, and his body will be eroded to the point of no return.

"This aura of holy light is truly abhorrent to me!"

The King of Slaughter hovered in the air, his scarlet eyes looking down at Qian Daoliu, his body exuding a suffocating aura of evil.

Qian Daoliu stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, his heart suddenly clenching.

Despite being covered in blood-red patterns, despite its chilling and malevolent aura...

But Qian Daoliu was all too familiar with that silhouette and those eyes!
"Tang Chen, it really is you."

Qian Daoliu's voice trembled slightly.

The King of Slaughter, or rather Tang Chen, was taken aback upon hearing this, a hint of confusion flashing in his scarlet eyes.

"Tang Chen? Who's that?"

He covered his head, his face suddenly contorting as if he were struggling with something.

"I am... the King of Slaughter!"

A violent burst of crimson energy erupted, and a gigantic crimson nine-headed bat phantom appeared behind the King of Slaughter, its evil aura surging instantly.

Qian Daoliu's eyes shone brightly with golden light: "The Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King... it really was you who caused this trouble!"

Without further hesitation, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul instantly possessed him, divine power enhanced him, and a dazzling holy light shone forth like the blazing sun.

"Angel Realm!"

A golden curtain of light instantly unfolded, enveloping the entire sky.

With the blessing of angelic power, countless sacred runes flowed within the domain, suppressing the evil aura of the City of Slaughter.

The King of Slaughter let out a painful roar. Crimson energy sizzled under the scorching holy light.

"Human, you are seeking death!"

He suddenly spread his blood wings, and nine blood-red beams shot out from behind him, each containing terrifying corrosive power.

"Angel's Shield!"

With a wave of his hand, Qian Daoliu conjured a golden light shield in front of him.

The crimson beam of light struck the light shield, producing a piercing corrosive sound.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the light shield, but they were quickly repaired by new divine power.

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.

The King of Slaughter's attack was stronger than expected, but it was also noticeably weak, like a powerful figure past his prime.

After parting ways on Poseidon Island, Tang Chen completed the Seven Trials of Asura.

Although I failed during the Eighth Trial, my strength has definitely improved a lot. Now, my body is just being eroded by toxins, which is why I seem a bit weak.

"Tang Chen! Wake up!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly withdrew his defenses, his figure flashed and he appeared in front of the King of Slaughter, gathering angelic power and striking the King's forehead with a palm.

"Holy Purification!"

A dazzling golden light burst forth from his palm, shooting straight towards the King of Slaughter's brow.

"Roar--"

The King of Slaughter let out a beastly roar, and a barrier of crimson energy formed in front of him.

The golden light collided with the blood barrier, unleashing a tremendous energy surge.

"boom!"

They both retreated at the same time.

Qian Daoliu steadied himself in mid-air, while the King of Slaughter crashed through several towers before finally stopping.

The angelic power suppressed the King of Slaughter, or rather, the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King.

“It’s no use…” The King of Slaughter slowly stood up, his eyes burning even more crimson. “This body already belongs to me!”

The phantom of the blood-red nine-headed bat king appeared, and its nine heads simultaneously emitted a piercing shriek.

Wherever the sound waves passed, tiny cracks appeared in the space.

"Humph!"

Qian Daoliu let out a muffled groan, and blood seeped from his ears and nose.

This sonic attack is impossible to defend against; even the angelic realm cannot completely defend against it.

"Angels are coming!"

Qian Daoliu no longer held back and directly used his strongest attack.

In the sky, a huge phantom of an angel slowly emerged, its holy sword of judgment pointing directly at Tang Chen.

The King of Slaughter grinned and opened his arms wide: "Perfect timing!"

"The Blood Prison has descended!"

The blood energy of the entire killing city converged wildly, condensing behind him into a huge blood-red demonic sword, the phantom of the Asura Demonic Sword.

Two opposing energies clashed in the air, causing even space itself to distort.

"cut!"

"kill!"

Two shouts rang out simultaneously.

The golden and blood-red greatswords collided in mid-air.

"boom--"

A terrifying explosion swept outwards, reducing countless buildings to dust in the aftershocks of the energy.

The hordes of degenerates vanished into nothingness before they could even scream.

As the smoke cleared, Qian Daoliu staggered, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

far away,

The King of Slaughter was in an even more miserable state.

His blood-red bat wings were mostly shattered, and the patterns on his body were dull and lifeless, but what was most alarming was that his left eye had regained its clarity.

"A Thousand Streams"

Tang Chen uttered the name with difficulty, but his right eye remained bloodshot.

(End of this chapter)