Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Sword Demon, you're still alive?!" 

The Slaughter King was momentarily stunned upon seeing Qian Renhan, especially now that he had transformed into such a terrifying figure. However, when his gaze landed on the black sword-shaped mark on Qian Renhan's forehead, his shock rendered him nearly speechless. 

"The inheritor of the Asura God's position…!" 

Qian Renhan did not respond directly. Instead, he said coldly, "Let me ask you—just now, you said you were offering Spirit Hall soul masters as rewards?" 

"Sword Demon, it's not what you think…" The Slaughter King immediately lowered his stance and hurriedly explained everything that had transpired over the years. 

In truth, his real identity was the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, a mere insignificant underling of the Asura God. Since Qian Renhan had now become the inheritor of the Asura God's position, that technically made him the Bat King's new master. 

Upon hearing how Qian Xunji had stormed into Slaughter City in a fit of rage to avenge him, Qian Renhan felt a brief warmth in his heart. He nodded after understanding the full story. 

"So that's how it was… You took the blame for me." 

The Slaughter King remained silent, refraining from calling Qian Renhan "Young Master." 

After all, now that a new Asura God inheritor had emerged, his own fate—and that of his host—was uncertain. The previous inheritor, Tang Chen, had nearly annihilated him during the eighth Asura Trial. 

Would Qian Renhan do the same? 

As the Slaughter King, he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge a new master whose intentions were unclear. 

If not for the powerful forces backing Qian Renhan, he would have even considered launching a sneak attack to eliminate him and secure his own survival. 

"From now on, the agreement between Slaughter City and Spirit Hall will be renegotiated. I will handle matters on Spirit Hall's side." 

With that, Qian Renhan turned and flew toward Slaughter City's entrance. 

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What was once Slaughter Town had been reduced to ruins. A thousand Spirit Hall soul masters stood guard, among them two Titled Douluo—Ling Yuan Douluo and Ghost Panther Douluo. 

Ling Yuan Douluo specialized in fire-based suppression and long-range attacks, while Ghost Panther Douluo excelled in stealth and assassination. Since Slaughter City's fallen warriors were known for their ability to fight above their rank, even a top-tier Soul Douluo could challenge a Titled Douluo. 

To counter such a threat, two Titled Douluo had been stationed there as a precaution. 

Their mission was clear: 

- No fallen soul master was to enter Slaughter City to strengthen its forces. 

- No fallen soul master was to escape and wreak havoc on the continent. 

Suddenly, an earth-shattering, sinister, and overwhelmingly evil aura erupted from Slaughter City's entrance. 

Every Spirit Hall soul master instantly went on high alert. 

Ling Yuan Douluo's expression darkened, his brows furrowing as his nine soul rings flared beneath him. 

With a burst of flame, his form shifted into a ten-meter-long fiery Kite Bird. His wings, each spanning ten meters, ignited in blazing flames. 

"What a terrifying evil aura… This fallen soul master must be incredibly strong. Ghost Panther Elder, be ready." 

"Understood." 

Ghost Panther Douluo's nine soul rings glowed as well. His Black-Patterned Ghost Panther spirit took over, shrouding him in dark soul power. His body blended seamlessly into the shadowy terrain, lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike with a lethal assassination. 

The moment Qian Renhan flew out of Slaughter City's entrance— 

Ling Yuan Douluo launched his attack, while Ghost Panther Douluo remained hidden, waiting for an opening to deliver a fatal blow. 

"Sixth Soul Skill—Kite Cry Piercing Strike!" 

Ling Yuan Douluo's sixth soul ring lit up. Letting out a piercing screech, his entire flaming body shot toward Qian Renhan like a meteor. 

However, the instant the Kite Bird's flames made contact with Qian Renhan's dark soul power, Ling Yuan Douluo's pupils shrank in shock. 

An overwhelming cold darkness seeped into her very core. 

Her top-tier martial soul, which was supposed to restrain fallen soul masters, was instantly frozen and devoured by the abyssal darkness. 

Before she could react, black soul power transformed into chains, wrapping tightly around her body. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free. Even when she burst out with full soul power, the darkness devoured it effortlessly. 

Despair flooded Ling Yuan Douluo's heart. 

She stood no chance—absolutely none. 

This wasn't just a fallen soul master. 

Could he be… the Slaughter King himself?! 

"Elder Ling Yuan, your welcome is quite enthusiastic." 

A voice—playful, yet tinged with amusement and mockery—echoed through the darkness. 

Ling Yuan Douluo lifted her head and froze. 

Within the swirling black mist, she saw a figure with long white hair, an androgynously beautiful face, and an imposing pair of ten wings on his back. 

Her pupils shrank to pinpricks. 

"Elder Ling Yuan!" 

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!" 

"Ninth Soul Skill—Void Shadow!" 

The Ghost Panther Douluo saw that Ling Yuan Douluo had been captured, and without hesitation, he charged forward, unleashing his strongest soul skill in an attempt to rescue her. 

A black storm of soul power enveloped Qian Renhan, and one after another, Yin Ming Ghost Panthers appeared around him. Each of these ghostly beasts possessed the strength to easily tear apart Soul Douluo-level opponents. 

"Shadow Concealment." 

The Ghost Panther Douluo activated another soul skill, transforming into a cloud of black shadows, planning to sneak in and rescue Ling Yuan Douluo while Qian Renhan was occupied with the ghost panthers. 

"Like a scraping attack." 

Qian Renhan's eyes widened, and an overwhelming sword intent burst forth from his gaze. His soul power transformed into holy swords, targeting every ghost panther in the vicinity. Each time the swords collided with a ghost panther, the beasts were effortlessly pierced through. 

Meanwhile, the Ghost Panther Douluo's figure was undetectable even under Qian Renhan's gaze. His soul power once again transformed into binding ropes, and the Ghost Panther Douluo received the same treatment as Ling Yuan Douluo—restrained and trapped. 

A mocking and playful voice echoed from Qian Renhan. 

"Elder Ghost Panther, your welcoming ceremony seems even more extravagant than Elder Ling Yuan's! You've even used your Martial Soul True Body and your ninth soul skill." 

Upon recognizing Qian Renhan, the Ghost Panther Douluo's pupils contracted in shock. He stammered, "Young Master, you're alive?" 

"What? Do you wish I were dead?" 

Qian Renhan loosened his soul power's restraint, allowing Ling Yuan Douluo and Ghost Panther Douluo to fall back to the ground. 

"We pay our respects to Young Master!" 

Both Ling Yuan Douluo and Ghost Panther Douluo knelt on one knee. The other Spirit Hall soul masters behind them, who had been watching in confusion, also knelt, their voices in unison: 

"We pay our respects to Young Master!" 

Qian Renhan spoke coldly: "I've been away for five years. What has happened to Spirit Hall? What about my father and sister?" 

In front of his subordinates, Qian Renhan obviously couldn't refer to Qian Xunji as "Old Man" or show disrespect—he had to show some face. 

The Ghost Panther Douluo hesitated, then spoke carefully. "Young Master, His Holiness the Pope has abdicated, and the Young Mistress… she has passed away." 

As soon as the words left his mouth, the surrounding air shifted, becoming wildly turbulent, and an overwhelming killing intent seemed to encircle him. The unspoken pressure in the air felt like it would obliterate him if he made another mistake. 

"Are you mocking me?" 

Qian Renhan's voice was empty of any emotion. 

The Ghost Panther Douluo lowered his head so deeply that cold sweat formed on his forehead. Trembling, he explained, "I would never joke about such matters. Two years ago, Spirit Hall announced that the Young Mistress passed away from illness after being heartbroken over the news of your death, Young Master." 

The undercover plan of the Heaven Dou Empire was known only to those most trusted. The Seven of the Worship Hall—Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and two Titled Douluo bodyguards—knew of it. The rest of the Elder Hall had no knowledge. 

Suddenly, Qian Renhan had a realization. "Who is the current Pope?" 

"It is Pope Bibi Dong." 

As soon as the Ghost Panther Douluo finished speaking, he felt a rush of overwhelming energy pass by. When he looked up again, Qian Renhan had disappeared without a trace. 

(End of Chapter)