The waters surrounding Sea God Island.
When the Grand Elder appeared like a ghost, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the scene before him.
The once-calm sea surface was now boiling violently as countless sea spirit beasts emitting powerful auras surged toward Sea God Island from all directions. Among them were many powerhouses with cultivations exceeding 100,000 years, and some radiated auras comparable to the most ferocious land beasts.
The moment the Grand Elder appeared and blocked their path, countless strands of spirit power—greedy, ferocious, or fearful—assaulted him at once.
The Grand Elder stood firmly in the air, his gray robe fluttering in the sea breeze. His god-origin realm spirit power merged with unparalleled Douluo soul force, enveloping the oncoming horde of sea spirit beasts like an invisible curtain.
"Leave."
From afar, the more cautious soul beasts that had yet to approach sensed this aura. Their bodies trembled, and terror flashed in their eyes. This old man was extraordinarily powerful, rivaling the strongest sea rulers in their memories.
However, greed often overcame fear.
They had been able to ignore the previous Thunder Dragon soul bone because it belonged to a land dragon and had little to do with them, sea spirit beasts. But the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King was different. It was a ruler of the sea that had dominated the boundless ocean for thousands of years and had even fought the Sea God in the past. Especially half a year ago, it had displayed its divine power by shattering the Sea God's phantom—its strength approaching the god level.
Anything it left behind could transform its inheritor and potentially allow them to reach the level it once possessed. This temptation was enough to temporarily suppress their fear of the powerful.
"Humans!"
A massive octopus with a gigantic body emerged from the crowd, swinging its tentacles. "We didn't come here to provoke the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King. It was once ferocious and tyrannical. To seize territory and resources, it massacred most of the elites of our Eight-Clawed Demon Octopus Clan. This is a blood feud. What's wrong with me coming here today to seek revenge?"
"That's right! When we fought over territory, many of our companions lost their lives!"
"And me! It devoured my children!"
"Blood debts must be repaid in blood!"
The other spirit beasts joined the uproar, loudly denouncing the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's past crimes while trying to cloak their own greedy intentions under the guise of righteous revenge.
The Grand Elder's eyes were as cold as ice. He ignored these plausible excuses. His gaze swept over the beasts, and his voice grew even more chilling.
"One last time. Leave."
"Hmph! What is there to fear!"
The ferocious and evil Orca King let out a sharp roar and swam forward. "This is the sea—the territory of us sea soul beasts. No matter how strong he is, he's just one person. Does he think he can slaughter all of us?"
"Everyone, attack together and wear him down! Then we'll use our skills to inherit the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's legacy!"
These inflammatory words intensified the ferocity in the eyes of many already agitated soul beasts. They looked ready to surround him.
Seeing this, the Grand Elder's last shred of patience vanished, and killing intent exploded from him.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
The Grand Elder muttered under his breath. With a mere thought, his vast spirit power instantly condensed into hundreds, then thousands of divine sense swords above his head. They clustered densely in the air, their tips pointing straight down at the horde of sea spirit beasts below.
The Grand Elder brought his right index and middle fingers together and gently flicked them downward toward the demon-like Orca King, which was letting out the most ferocious roar.
"Shhhh—!"
The divine sense flying swords tore through space and vanished from their original positions in an instant.
The next moment, they appeared right in front of the Evil Spirit Orca's head.
"Not good!"
The Evil Spirit Orca was, after all, a 100,000-year-old soul beast with extremely strong combat instincts. It instantly sensed the lethal threat, roared, and its soul power surged violently. A black energy barrier instantly condensed over its head.
At the same time, its sharp dorsal fin emitted dark light, attempting to block the invisible attack.
However, the speed and unpredictability of a mental attack from the God Origin Realm far exceeded the scope of physical defenses.
"Slash—!"
The divine sword ignored the energy shield and hard bones, directly penetrating the Evil Spirit Orca's defenses and piercing deep into its skull.
The Evil Spirit Orca's massive body suddenly stiffened. The ferocity and greed in its eyes vanished instantly. It opened its mouth as if to make a sound, but only a string of murky bubbles emerged.
Immediately after, its enormous body trembled violently, then lost all strength. It slowly flipped over, exposing its white belly, and floated upward toward the sea surface.
An eerie deep crimson spirit ring slowly rose from its corpse.
One single strike!
The 100,000-year-old soul beast, the Evil Spirit Orca, was destroyed. Its soul and spirit were shattered and annihilated on the spot!
This sword strike instantly stunned all the sea spirit beasts present. A deathly silence enveloped the once-boiling waters.
Whether they were 100,000-year-old beasts or hidden ferocious ones, every soul beast felt a bone-chilling cold rising from the depths of their souls.
The Evil Spirit Orca was not the strongest ferocious beast, but its racial talent was savage, and its combat power stood at the top among its kind. Otherwise, it would not have competed for so long with the Demon Soul Great White Shark clan, the mount of the Sea God.
Yet this powerful being could not withstand even a single strike from that terrifying human elder and was instantly killed by an invisible attack.
The two soul cores within the Grand Elder's body churned violently, his aura rising continuously. The countless divine sense flying swords floating behind him became even more ferocious and oppressive, as if they could transform into a destructive storm at any moment.
His cold eyes, like ancient ice, slowly swept over the trembling sea spirit beasts.
"Leave."
"Or choose—death."
All the sea spirit beasts glared with eyes full of rage and hatred. However, looking at the despairing sword shadows arrayed behind the Grand Elder and the Evil Spirit Orca's corpse floating in the sea with its spirit ring, their survival instincts and fear of power finally overpowered their greed.
"Boom—!!!"
Above Sea God Island, the sky that had been covered by a blue-purple sacrificial light pillar was suddenly blanketed by layers of dark thunderclouds. Destructive lightning flashed violently within them!
Immediately after, from the direction of the Sea God Temple, a heart-wrenching roar filled with endless sorrow pierced through the clouds!
Faintly, the phantom of a gigantic deep-sea demon whale raised its head and roared toward the thunderclouds.
The next instant, an indescribably intense bolt of lightning struck down, its target the location of the Demon Empress.
Seeing this, the last glimmer of hope in the eyes of all the sea spirit beasts that had still been hesitating completely vanished.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's legacy had already begun to be absorbed by its wife. They no longer had any chance of winning. Staying here would only increase the number of casualties with no benefit.
"Raaaah…"
"Growl…"
Deep, resentment-filled hissing sounds rang out one after another.
The first soul beast turned and silently dove into the deep sea. Then, the soul beasts began to retreat one after another.
The once-threatening and overwhelmingly numerous horde of sea spirit beasts rapidly scattered and disappeared into the vast abyss of the ocean.
What remained were only the Evil Spirit Orca's corpse and the lonely red spirit ring floating on the sea.
...
Meanwhile, in the Slaughter City.
On the dark, blood-stained streets filled with depravity and madness, a one-sided massacre was unfolding.
The perpetrator was a young man with an eerie appearance and deep purple eyes.
He wielded a long sword enveloped in dark demonic flames, moving like a ghost—his sword techniques cunning and merciless. With every swing, he accurately claimed the life of a fallen soul.
Behind him, the faint phantom of a dark, corrupted angel could be seen. It was the highest-ranked evil Spirit: the Fallen Angel.
This Fallen Angel soul master radiated an overwhelming aura. He had already reached the peak of the Soul Douluo level and was just one step away from level 90.
Under his sword, even the usually brutal and depraved people fell like lambs led to the slaughter, screaming in despair.
As this death god-like killer slowly approached the corner where they were hiding, the fallen ones huddled behind the collapsed wall trembled in terror.
A middle-aged man with a scarred face suddenly reached out with a ruthless glint in his eyes and grabbed the figure trembling like a leaf at his feet.
It was a handsome youth with flowing golden hair and androgynous features. What stood out most were his naturally captivating, enchanting eyes—now filled with terror.
"Little Yellow!" the burly man growled in a hoarse voice. "Go! Distract him somehow. If you can do that, from now on I'll protect you and let you live a luxurious life!"
The golden-haired youth called "Little Yellow" shook violently. He raised his tear-streaked face and said in a shrill voice, "Look at this small body of mine. It looks like it could be blown away by the wind. How am I supposed to distract that killer? Please… have mercy. I… I can still serve you properly…"
As he spoke, he made an alluring, pleading gesture with seductive eyes.
A moment of hesitation flashed in the burly man's eyes. He had put in a lot of effort today to turn this little yellow tiger from a fake White Tiger into a real White Tiger. It had been very useful, so letting it go now was difficult.
But before he could decide, another group of skinny, depraved ape-like figures hiding there acted with even more decisiveness.
Their tall, thin leader grabbed a woman crouching beside him without hesitation. She was dressed in tattered clothes, but her curves were clearly visible. He roughly threw her outward.
"Little Black! Go! If you come back alive, I'll definitely give you a generous reward!"
The tall, thin man grinned and shouted, winking at his companions.
The group scattered like frightened rats, fleeing desperately in another direction.
The woman known as Little Black was thrown to the ground, tumbling several times and getting covered in filth.
She tried to get up, lightly patting the dirt that could no longer be washed off her body, her expression hollow.
She sat there quietly, slightly raising her head to gaze at the dim sky, as if silently waiting for the end of her life.
Seeing this, the burly man glared and finally decided not to stay any longer. He slapped Little Yellow's unusually perky butt hard, sending him flying. Little Yellow landed right next to Little Black.
"Little Yellow, you two had better pray for yourselves!"
The sturdy man rubbed his fingers nostalgically, then fled with his subordinates in the opposite direction from the tall, thin man and his group, without looking back.
Little Yellow ignored the pain and hurriedly stood up. He looked at Little Black, who was sitting on the ground beside him. His voice trembled with tears.
"Little Black… what should we do? Should we run? Should we run?"
Upon hearing this, a faint trace of irony appeared in Little Black's lifeless eyes. She slowly turned her head and glanced at the man beside her, whose name she had almost forgotten, with a hoarse voice.
"Heh… how much time has passed? You've even forgotten your own name? Dai Mubai…"
Little Black stopped speaking. Her eyes filled with even more irony and deep disgust.
"You deserve this fate… it's your just reward."
If it weren't for this cowardly and selfish fiancé, Zhu Zhuqing would have taken her own life the moment she entered the Slaughter City. She wouldn't have ended up as a toy for those depraved people, barely surviving in humiliation and numbness.
Little Yellow was stung by Little Black's gaze and words. Anger and resentment flashed across his face, but more than anything, it was filled with terror of the approaching death.
Seeing that Little Black was not taking any action, a ruthless light appeared in his eyes.
The next instant, he suddenly reached out and, with all his strength, pushed the small black figure sitting on the ground toward the approaching Fallen Angel.
At the same time, he desperately fled in the opposite direction, rolling and crawling.
"Sorry, Little Black! Go to hell! Help block him!"
However, his plan backfired.
The very moment he pushed Zhu Zhuqing away, a sword light wrapped in demonic flames descended at an unbelievable speed right in front of his eyes.
"Puchi!"
The sword light accurately pierced Little Yellow's neck, drawing a trail of dirty blood.
Little Yellow's forward momentum suddenly stopped. He looked down in disbelief at the sword tip protruding from his neck.
The terror in his eyes vanished instantly.
At the same time, a nearly identical black-flame sword light pierced the Little Black who had been pushed forward.
As Little Yellow's body collapsed in his final moments, in his blurred vision, he caught a glimpse of Little Black slowly falling nearby. And on Little Black's face… was a strange look of satisfaction.
It was as if she was saying, "Look, Dai Mubai, you finally died before me. And in such an ugly, miserable way."
The next instant, their consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.
Two more corpses lay coldly on the streets of the Slaughter City.
The Fallen Angel soul master wielding the black-flame long sword didn't even glance at the bodies on the ground. He sensed the faint life energy he had absorbed, a dark purple light flashing in his eyes, and strode toward his next prey.
Death never stopped.
…