As the chaotic aftermath settled, Tang Hao lay on the ground, his flesh torn and bones exposed. His eyes were lifeless, his breathing shallow and irregular—clearly on the verge of death. He had detonated all nine of his spirit rings, and even his martial soul had shattered. Now, he was essentially a cripple, only kept alive by the six spirit bones still embedded in his body.
In the distance, Chen Yuan released Qian Renxue and, holding the Seven Kill Divine Sword, flashed to Tang Hao's side in an instant.
When Tang Hao saw Chen Yuan, a surge of hatred filled his previously lifeless eyes. Just moments ago, he had been so close to capturing Qian Renxue and using her as leverage to escape from Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, She Mao, and Ci Tun. But now, everything was ruined. With all nine spirit rings detonated and his martial soul shattered, even if he managed to escape, the once-mighty Haotian Douluo would cease to exist.
"Why? Why would you side with the Spirit Hall? You deserve to die..." Tang Hao spat blood as he cursed venomously.
Chen Yuan looked at him calmly, raising his left hand. A blood-red light erupted as the two-meter-long Asura Demon Sword materialized. He spoke indifferently:
"I came here for you."
With those words, he swung the Asura Demon Sword, severing Tang Hao's head from his body. Tang Hao's lifeless eyes still burned with hatred and resentment.
As Tang Hao died, his soul and the killing intent he had accumulated over a lifetime of slaughter were all devoured by the Asura Demon Sword.
The blood-red Asura Demon Sword mark on Chen Yuan's forehead grew warm, and his Asura affinity, previously at 50%, rose to 70%.
Indeed, as the God of Slaughter, killing was the fastest way to increase his strength.
Chen Yuan closed his eyes, feeling the changes within himself. The increase in Asura affinity gave him a deeper understanding of the Asura Domain, Asura Divine Power, and the Asura Demon Sword.
It seemed that reaching 100% Asura affinity would be the moment he ascended to godhood.
Opening his eyes, Chen Yuan's gaze shone with divine light, and a smile played on his lips. He felt incredibly fortunate. Tang Hao had practically delivered himself to be killed, and now, Tang Hao's body likely contained several spirit bones.
Chen Yuan looked down at Tang Hao's corpse, holding the Seven Kill Divine Sword in one hand and the Asura Demon Sword in the other. He began extracting the spirit bones from the body.
As Tang Hao's corpse became unrecognizable, Chen Yuan dug out six spirit bones: the skull, torso, left arm, right arm, left leg, and right leg. Among them, the left arm and right leg bones were the most intact, radiating powerful energy fluctuations. They were clearly at least 70,000-year-old spirit bones.
Chen Yuan smiled:
"Tang Hao had two inherited spirit bones from the Clear Sky Sect. These must be them..."
Meanwhile, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, She Mao, and Ci Tun returned from the distance. Their first priority was to check on Qian Renxue's condition.
After confirming that Qian Renxue was not seriously injured, they turned their attention to Chen Yuan. Although Chen Yuan had saved Qian Renxue, they remained wary of him.
When they saw Chen Yuan extracting six spirit bones from Tang Hao's body, their eyes gleamed with greed. Even as Title Douluos, they might not possess a single spirit bone. For a Title Douluo, even one spirit bone could significantly enhance their strength. Tang Hao's six spirit bones explained why he had been so formidable.
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo exchanged a glance, understanding each other's intentions. They stepped forward, positioning themselves to flank Chen Yuan.
Qian Jun spoke in a deep voice:
"Who are you, sir? While you saved our young master, your sudden appearance is suspicious. With your strength, you couldn't possibly be unknown on the continent!"
Jiang Mo added:
"We were the ones who cornered Tang Hao and brought him to the brink of death. You merely delivered the final blow. It's unfair for you to take all the spirit bones. Hand them over, and we'll ensure you receive a fair share."
Chen Yuan couldn't help but laugh. With a flash of silver light in his eyes, the six spirit bones were stored in his Mirror World. He then looked at the group.
Did they really think they could take his spirit bones? They had no idea who they were dealing with. Chen Yuan's gaze swept over Qian Jun and Jiang Mo. He stomped his foot, and a blood-red light rapidly spread out.
This wasn't the Slaughter God Domain—it was the genuine Asura Domain, albeit in its most basic form. But even so, it was a true divine domain.
Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, She Mao, Ci Tun, and even Qian Renxue were enveloped in the blood-red light.
To their horror, they found their spirit rings disappearing one by one, forcibly suppressed and sealed within their bodies. Their spirit skills were completely sealed.
Looking at Chen Yuan now, they were filled with fear. Spirit skills were their foundation. Without them, their strength was drastically reduced.
Chen Yuan spoke calmly:
"If I can kill Tang Hao, do you think I can't kill you? What gave you the courage to act so arrogantly in front of me?"
Chen Yuan had trained hard precisely so he wouldn't have to endure such disrespect. These two were likely the sixth and seventh elders of the Elder Hall, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.
So what if they were elders? So what if they were Super Douluos?
If they annoyed him, Chen Yuan wouldn't hesitate to kill them!
At this moment, Qian Renxue regained her composure. Two years ago, she had been able to see through Chen Yuan, but now, he was completely beyond her understanding.
Moreover, from the two swords Chen Yuan wielded, Qian Renxue could sense an aura similar to that of the Angel Statue—divine power. Those swords were true divine artifacts.
Qian Renxue spoke with authority:
"Elder Qian Jun, Elder Jiang Mo, step back!"
Hearing this, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo finally found an excuse to retreat, sighing in relief as they moved behind Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue turned to Chen Yuan, smiling apologetically and speaking sincerely:
"I know you, but you don't know me. Let me introduce myself. I am Qian Renxue, the daughter of the previous Pope of the Spirit Hall. I've been training in seclusion within the Spirit Hall, so few know of me."
"Chen Yuan, I apologize on behalf of Elder Qian Jun and Elder Jiang Mo. If not for you, I might have lost my life today. The spirit bones from Tang Hao's body are rightfully your spoils of war. We should not have coveted them."
"Tang Hao was my father's murderer. You saved my life and killed Tang Hao, avenging my father. This great kindness, I will never forget."
"I swear on the faith of the Angel God that I will grant you one request. As long as it is within my power, I will not refuse. If I break this oath, may my martial soul shatter, and may I die in flames."
Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, She Mao, and Ci Tun were all shocked. Such an oath would bind Qian Renxue to Chen Yuan, greatly affecting the Spirit Hall's future.
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo were filled with regret. They shouldn't have let their greed for the spirit bones cloud their judgment, forcing Qian Renxue to make such an oath.
Chen Yuan's heart stirred. He understood what he had gained. With this promise, he could control Qian Renxue and, by extension, the Spirit Hall. This could prove invaluable in the future.
He retracted the Asura Domain and smiled at Qian Renxue:
"Daughter of the previous Pope, young master of the Spirit Hall. Very well, I forgive them. As for your promise, I haven't decided what to ask for yet. I'll let you know when I do. I hope you'll keep your word."
Qian Renxue's expression was serious. She had sworn on the faith of the Angel God, and there was no room for regret. She nodded solemnly:
"Rest assured, I, Qian Renxue, always keep my promises. Additionally, the spirit bones from Tang Hao are your spoils. If you have no use for his body, may I take it?"
Chen Yuan waved his hand:
"The corpse is useless to me. Take it if you wish."
Qian Renxue smiled gratefully:
"Thank you... Perhaps I should address you as 'Your Excellency.' With the power to kill Tang Hao, your strength has surpassed that of a Title Douluo."
In truth, Qian Renxue was deeply curious about Chen Yuan. Every time they met, his strength had increased dramatically. Now, he was someone she could only look up to. Her once-proud talent seemed insignificant in comparison.
A sigh echoed in Qian Renxue's heart.
(End of Chapter)
Word Count : 1,490
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