Seeing the King of Slaughter radiate killing intent, Tianlin knew he was serious about killing him.
But Tianlin, confident in his power, continued, "King of Slaughter, the one you usually deal with is the Fallen Angel, but for the first meetings, the Evil Sword Immortal must have sent someone important—was it Qian Xunji or Bibi Dong?"
Tianlin was sure that the new Evil Sword Immortal was born from the evil thoughts of Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong, so he'd have both their forms. Both could claim to control Spirit Hall and negotiate with Slaughter City.
The King of Slaughter, unaware they were both imposters, probably thought they were subordinates of the Evil Sword Immortal. The King of Slaughter and the Rakshasa God had different goals; only Spirit Hall's power could help the King achieve his aims.
Qian Xunji, a former Pope and son of the high priest, was believed dead, but no one had seen his body—devoured by Bibi Dong. So, he could claim to have faked his death. Bibi Dong, the current Pope and Rakshasa God's heir, was also perfect to represent Spirit Hall.
If Tianlin were in their shoes, he'd use both identities, meeting the King in turn to make it seem Spirit Hall genuinely wanted to cooperate.
"You even know that?" The King of Slaughter was stunned. He felt as if he had no secrets before Tianlin.
Tianlin smiled. "Let me guess: The Evil Sword Immortal had Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong negotiate for an expansion of Slaughter City. With your greedy Bat King nature, how could you be satisfied with the current city? And as slaughter grew, Slaughter City's population kept dropping. You filthy bat can barely drink Bloody Mary anymore, right?"
"And the Rakshasa God is different from other gods—he grows not through faith, but by absorbing evil thoughts. Sadly, the seven greatest sins are all controlled by the Seven Deadly Sins Gods, so he can't get much, and he can't beat them. So, after all these years, he hasn't become a God King."
"But the Evil Sword Immortal can bypass the Seven Sins Gods and directly absorb evil thoughts. That's why the Rakshasa God agreed to cooperate: He'd help Bibi Dong become a god, and in return, the Evil Sword Immortal would help him reach God King."
"You created those Slaughter Gods to massacre villages, to absorb evil thoughts—first using Rakshasa's power to provoke malice, then using the Evil Sword Immortal to kill and devour them. The first massacre was five years ago and left evidence because it was just a test. After confirming the Evil Sword Immortal's power, you started deeper collaboration. Am I right?"
Tianlin's calm narration left the King of Slaughter more and more shocked—it was as if Tianlin had witnessed it all firsthand.
"You know too much, Sword Asura." The King raised his hand. "Show yourselves!"
Suddenly, over a dozen figures charged into the arena—the Slaughter City Enforcement Team. Each had been granted the Deathgod Domain by the King of Slaughter and could use soul skills within Slaughter City.
All were at least Soul Douluo-level; the two leaders were Title Douluo.
One possessed the Bloodthirsty Demon Spear martial soul, a top-tier weapon similar to Yang Wudi's Breaking Soul Spear, but evil. He was likely the Enforcement Team's captain.
The other was yet another Fallen Angel Title Douluo. Since the previous one had been captured by the Golden Crocodile Douluo and was probably dead, this must be a new subordinate sent by the Evil Sword Immortal.
No wonder the black-veiled girl knew Tianlin had just reached Title Douluo—someone was passing messages from the outside.
"King of Slaughter, the Enforcement Team can only act against those trying to leave without the Slaughter God title. Using them against me is against the rules," Tianlin laughed.
"I make the rules now. Don't talk to me about fairness. I'm not a human soul master. As long as I can kill you, I don't care how!" the King declared. "All of you, attack!"
With his command, the dozen Soul Douluo lunged at Tianlin.
"Asura's Hell!" Tianlin's eyes flashed. Terrifying killing intent froze the attackers in place. He looked at the three Title Douluo. "King of Slaughter, don't send small fry to die. How about you three fight me together?"
"Follow me outside the city!" the King of Slaughter, face dark, led the way. He knew Tianlin's power from the Fallen Angel Douluo's report, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong so soon.
He knew fighting here would destroy Slaughter City, his Bloody Mary supply. He couldn't let that happen.
Tianlin also didn't want to ruin the city, so he followed. The four soon reached a forest—where Tianlin had arrived after passing the Hell Road.
"Jun Tianlin, those who reached this place in the past survived the Hell Road. But today, it'll be your grave." The King of Slaughter flipped his hand, revealing Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red soul rings. Tianlin was surprised—the configuration was far below Qian Daoliu's. But then he realized Tang Chen had only passed seven Asura trials, and besides the Asura Sword, he'd gained no other rewards. He was already a Title Douluo before his god trial, so he didn't need god-granted rings.
God trial ring upgrades come all at once after passing all the tests—hence Tang Chen's ordinary configuration, with only one hundred-thousand-year ring.
But it proved Tang Chen's combat power was immense, or he couldn't have defeated Qian Daoliu with such rings.
"Heh, let's see how much of Tang Chen's power you, the Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King, can use." Tianlin eyed the three. Winning this battle directly could take days, but combat isn't just about strength—it's about strategy.
He drew the Demon Sword. "All three of you—come at me!"