Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Defeat the awake Shura Great Enshrine, Tang Chen?" 

"Master, are you joking? I'm only at level 93 now. How am I supposed to defeat Tang Chen, who's at level 99? Are you wishing for my death?" 

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow and asked the Shura God. Over the past three years, the Shura God had provided him with many insights into the sword arts. Their relationship had become much closer. He felt calling the Shura God "Shura" was too impolite, and "Senior" felt too distant. After some thought, he decided to call him "Master."

The Shura God, with his hands clasped behind his back, waved dismissively. "Who said you had to go now? Didn't you see there's no time limit? You've worked hard these past three years, and your sword intent has barely reached my approval. You may leave now."

The blood-red palace trembled slightly, as though rising. The doors opened, and once again, the blazing blood river, the solitary path of hell only wide enough for one person to walk, appeared before Qian Renxue after three years.

Qian Renxue smiled faintly. "Master, before I go, could you pass a message to my Angel God?"

The Shura God's expression shifted slightly, but he maintained his composure. "What message?"

Qian Renxue caught the subtle change in the Shura God's expression. "Could you ask her to move the location of the inheritance site a little farther from the Pope's Hall? The light coming from there makes me uncomfortable."

"Fine, I'll tell her. Whether she listens or not is not my concern."

Qian Renxue turned and began walking toward the Shura God's Hall's door. His three purple, three black, and three red soul rings lit up beneath his feet. Five pairs of black wings appeared behind him as he made his way forward.

"The nine soul rings of the Shura Magic Sword, you'll have to find those yourself. I won't give you any divine soul rings. I've said this before — I'll only grant you the realm. How powerful the Shura God position becomes depends on you."

The Shura God had locked Qian Renxue inside the Shura God Hall, guiding him in the sword arts. When he reached a bottleneck in his cultivation, the Shura God would grant him divine soul rings. The three divine soul rings beneath Qian Renxue's feet were bestowed by the Shura God and were incredibly powerful. They allowed him to fully unleash all three extreme attributes of his Fallen Angel martial soul.

Qian Renxue nodded. "Understood. When it's time to replace the soul rings on my Fallen Angel martial soul, I'll count on you, Master."

The first trial of Shura rewarded affinity with the Shura God position and the Slaughter God domain. The second trial rewarded the Shura Magic Sword and affinity. The third trial offered a 500-year soul ring and improved affinity. Qian Renxue found the soul ring's year limit too short, so after discussing it with the Shura God, the rewards for the later trials were adjusted to allow the removal of a soul ring and increased affinity with the Shura God. The Shura God agreed without hesitation.

After leaving the Shura God Hall, Qian Renxue flew in the air, looking back at the Shura God Hall, which had yet to sink into the blood river. After a brief hesitation, he flew toward the direction of the Hell Slaughter Field, which was the entrance to the Hell Path.

Inside the Shura God Hall, the Shura God looked at Qian Renxue's retreating figure, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

At that moment, the Dark God's divine thoughts suddenly appeared, teasing, "Shura, are you sure you're training a successor and not raising a son?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Shura God's smile vanished. He glanced at the Dark God and said coldly, "None of your business. I just don't want to hand over the Shura God position to some worthless fool."

"The Angel God's situation?" The Dark God didn't continue the question.

The Shura God's expression remained unchanged, and he replied faintly, "That's not my problem. Who told her to be so strange, offending nearly every first-class god and god-king in the God Realm? I've never actively targeted her. When Qian Renxue enters the God Realm, she can deal with it herself."

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue arrived at the entrance to the Hell Path, standing on the circular platform about five meters in diameter. He gazed up at the Hell Slaughter Field above. His first soul ring lit up, and black soul power gathered in his fist. The energy, which should have formed a shield, was transformed into a black spear under his control.

"I've been in the Slaughter City for five years. I wonder how the old man of the Spirit Hall is doing, and if Little Xue has started the Angel God trial yet."

"Dark Piercing Strike."

Qian Renxue threw a punch, and the black spear shot out from his fist, leaving a streak of black light in the air. The spear collided with the Hell Slaughter Field's arena, causing an explosion that tore a large hole in the platform.

Qian Renxue slowly flew out of the hole, scanning the audience seats of the Hell Slaughter Field. His brow furrowed as he muttered, "Not a single person here. Looks like it's been abandoned for quite some time. Even though I've killed a lot of people in the past, the Hell Slaughter Field should still be running with the speed at which the Slaughter City replenishes its population. And with such a loud noise, shouldn't the staff have come by? What exactly is going on in Slaughter City?"

After flying out of the Hell Slaughter Field, Qian Renxue expanded his spiritual sense across the entire Slaughter City. He quickly realized the place was nearly empty with very few people around. Outside the city, in an open space, the Slaughter King was actually training soul masters.

In the open area, several hundred soul masters, along with a thousand ordinary people, were lined up in perfect formation, all wearing black armor. The Slaughter King hovered above them in midair, and beneath him were rows of strikingly beautiful women in extremely short skirts, with no leggings, exposing their chests partially. They were young girls, seductive women, and young wives.

"Kill those soul masters from the Spirit Hall outside the Slaughter City, drag them in here for food. The more you kill, the better the rewards. If you want to pick a woman to sleep with tonight, choose from the women down there!" The Slaughter King shouted at his soldiers, pointing to the row of beautiful women below. His actions perfectly embodied the ideals of the Douluo Continent, where women were seen as mere resources, not people.

Since his battle with Qian Xunji, the Slaughter City had completely severed ties with the Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall no longer sent Fallen Ones to the Slaughter City. Word spread that most of the Fallen Ones sent to the Slaughter City were blocked by the Spirit Hall and killed by their soul masters. Only a few managed to make it in—either because they had higher cultivation, were lucky, or received help from the Slaughter City's law enforcement team.

The law enforcement team of the Slaughter City had frequently clashed with the Spirit Hall's soul masters while trying to steal food from the outside world. The Slaughter King had tolerated these events for a while, but finally decided to personally train the Fallen Ones and offer rewards like Yellow Spring Dew and maidservants for Slaughter Spirit Hall's soul masters. Naturally, the Hell Slaughter Field, which reduced the population of the Slaughter City, was closed down.

As for the Slaughter King himself, he commanded from a distance. The dignified ruler of the Slaughter City, how could he personally take action? He assured everyone that he was not afraid of Qian Daoliu or anyone waiting outside. The Slaughter King feared no one.

"Slaughter King, what are you doing? I seem to have heard you say something about Slaughter Spirit Hall soul masters and offering rewards." Qian Renxue's cold voice suddenly rang out. He wasn't clear on what had been happening recently, but he knew he could defeat the Slaughter King while he was unprepared with one strike. However, the Shura God trial required him to kill Tang Chen while he was awake—something he wasn't capable of doing yet.

The open space fell completely silent. The Slaughter King turned to look, and there stood Qian Renxue, his five pairs of wings unfurled behind him. His three purple, three black, and three red soul rings circled around him as he gazed indifferently. His aura was so powerful it was suffocating.

(End of Chapter)