Chapter 78: with translation of chapter title

Roar!

The King of Slaughter let out a roar, glanced at the six pairs of wings behind Qianxunji, indeed far more than his own pair.

Moreover, he could feel that the opponent's body was surging with demonic energy, like a demon god.

As the mighty King of Slaughter, his killing aura was actually suppressed completely by the opponent.

Knowing that the opponent had more wings and could not escape, the King of Slaughter angrily roared and threw a punch at Qianxunji.

Kill!

On his fist, a blood-red killing aura condensed, and he unleashed a killing blow at Qianxunji.

Seeing this, Qianxunji turned his hand into a palm and directly grasped the incoming fist.

Boom!

The heavy punch slammed into Qianxunji's palm, without the scene of a punch blowing him away.

With a big hand, Qianxunji directly gripped the King of Slaughter's fist in his hand.

The King of Slaughter felt something wrong and hastily retracted his fist.

But just as he retracted it, Qianxunji gripped a little harder, and the King of Slaughter felt his fist clamped by a heavy iron vise, unable to move at all.

Crack!

Ah!

As Qianxunji exerted more force, accompanied by the King of Slaughter's anguished scream, his fist was directly crushed.

This wasn't over; Qianxunji held the King of Slaughter's fist and swung it in the air, tracing circles.

Then he slammed it down hard onto the ground below.

Boom!

Only a tremendous boom was heard as the King of Slaughter's body heavily struck the ground below.

Instantly, dust and smoke rose.

When the dust settled, a huge pit ten meters in diameter appeared on the ground, with the King of Slaughter's body embedded at the bottom.

Seeing this, Qianxunji's body swiftly fell downward.

The King of Slaughter lay weakly at the pit's bottom, feeling his bones crack all over, in excruciating pain.

At that moment, he saw Qianxunji shooting down from above, a pair of large feet about to stomp.

Seeing this, the King of Slaughter endured the intense pain and struggled to rise.

But he found that his climbing speed was far too slow compared to Qianxunji's shooting speed, so he could only shout in terror:

Don't come over!

Qianxunji remained unmoved, shooting down from the high sky, his feet heavily stomping on the King of Slaughter's abdomen.

Boom!

Ah... ah...

Only hearing a boom, the King of Slaughter let out waves of miserable screams, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out.

Beside him, Ju Dou Luo looked on with a surprised expression, feeling that His Holiness the Pope was so fierce and brutal, yet he liked it.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu also flew over and landed on the ground, looking at the King of Slaughter in the pit and asked:

"Son, you say this is Tangchen, but I look left and right, he doesn't resemble that guy Tangchen at all."

"Besides, Tangchen is a Level Ninety-Nine Ultimate Douluo; how could someone this weak be Tangchen?"

Qianxunji shook his head and explained:

"This is Tangchen."

"Back then, Tangchen pursued Bo Sai Xi together with you, but Bo Sai Xi said whoever became a god first would marry her."

"Actually, Bo Sai Xi liked Tangchen, but she only said that on the surface. And Tangchen, being a blacksmith, single‑minded, believed only by becoming a god could he win her heart, so he went to the Slaughter Capital to undergo the Title's trials."

"Originally, Tangchen's talent was astonishing and his strength formidable; with his ability he could have passed all trials and become a god. However, during the ninth trial, the Title's rival, the Rakshasa God, interfered, causing him to be parasitized by the nine‑headed blood‑red bats of the Slaughter Capital, turning him into the King of Slaughter."

After hearing this, Qian Daoliu's face filled with regret as he gazed at the King of Slaughter in the pit, that is, Tangchen.

Qian Daoliu admired Tangchen.

After all, as a Level Ninety‑Nine Ultimate Douluo, Qian Daoliu was matched only by Tangchen and Bo Sai Xi on the continent, and Tangchen was even stronger.

Most importantly, no one on the continent had become a god in twenty thousand years, yet Tangchen had earned the Title's approval, completed eight trials, had the strength to finish the ninth, and would ultimately become a god.

But who would have thought the Rakshasa God would meddle; otherwise he would already be a god.

Therefore, Qian Daoliu admired this lifelong rival, and seeing him in this state filled him with regret.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qianxunji, pointed at the struggling King of Slaughter in the pit, and asked:

"Son, is there any way to restore him?"

"Of course." Qianxunji replied.

"Great!" Qian Daoliu said excitedly.

Regarding Tangchen, Qian Daoliu regarded him as a true friend and even a brother, sincerely not wishing him to become like this.

Moreover, his son Qianxunji is strong enough now, so there's no need to worry that Tangchen's recovery would shake the Spirit Hall's standing on the continent.

"Son, hurry up and say how to restore Tangchen."

Qianxunji gazed into the distance, as if seeing through the sea to the divine island on the ocean, and said in a low voice:

"Bo Sai Xi can let him recover, but the price is that Tangchen can live only three days."

"What? Only three days?"

Qian Daoliu's expression changed; looking at his old friend now in this state, he also felt uneasy.

However, he also knew Tangchen was proud and would never accept being parasitized by the nine‑headed blood‑red bats for life.

Even if he could live only three days, Tangchen did not want to live in a muddled state.

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu furrowed his brows and sighed, saying:

"Ji'er, three days it is then; let's take this old guy to Sea God Island."

"Good!"

Qianxunji answered with a sound, then his big hand faced the King of Slaughter in the deep pit.

The next moment, rolling demonic qi surged from his hand, gathering toward the King of Slaughter in the deep pit.

Seeing this, the King of Slaughter instinctively felt that something was terribly wrong, and thus violently struggled.

However, no matter how he struggled, Qianxunji's demonic qi clung to him like a bone-attached maggot, wrapping his entire body and finally forming a huge black sphere that imprisoned the King of Slaughter within.

"Roar……roar……roar……"

The King of Slaughter roared wildly within the demonic qi barrier, pounding it with fist after fist, but the barrier was as sturdy as the strongest iron prison in the world; no matter how he struggled, it had no effect whatsoever.

"Sigh!"

Qian Daoliu watched the King of Slaughter struggling incessantly within the demonic qi barrier, and could only sigh.

However, Qian Daoliu suddenly realized that although Tangchen was at the end of his road, it was actually advantageous for him, Qian Daoliu.

Bo Sai Xi, back then, faced his and Tangchen's courtship and said that whoever became a god first would marry her.

Actually, at that moment Qian Daoliu already knew that Bo Sai Xi liked Tangchen and wanted to marry him.

Because, as Qian Daoliu, guardian of the Angel God, he could not become a god.

Bo Sai Xi's words were merely a hint to marry Tangchen.

(End of chapter)