The murderous aura emanating from the King of Slaughter made the air a little sticky, and it pressed fiercely towards Han Li.
But to his surprise, Han Li still had a smile on his face, looking at him without any change, his eyes were even somewhat provocative, as if questioning him, is that all? After a few seconds of stalemate, the murderous aura faded like a tide, and the King of Slaughter restrained it, and he also walked out from the shadows and sat on the main seat.
"Ho ho ho ho"
The King of Slaughter suddenly laughed a few times, and the shrill sound echoed throughout the castle.
"As expected of you, the contemporary Saint of the Spirit Hall. Your strength and courage are both top-notch among your peers. You have passed my test."
Han Li smiled without saying anything, quietly admiring his performance as if he was watching a clown.
If it was someone else, they might have thought he was testing the younger generation. But Han Li knew the details of the King of Slaughter very well, so it was a bit too funny to try to deceive him with words.
"However, youngster, you are the first one who dares to use the Spirit Hall to threaten me. I don't think Qian Daoliu will offend me because of you."
The King of Slaughter's voice became low again, and he looked at Han Li gloomily.
"Oh, really? If you don't believe me, King of Slaughter, you can give it a try."
Han Li responded with a very polite smile.
To be honest, if the person opposite him was Jian Douluo, he would not dare to pretend like this.
Because in their cognition, there is no concept of God, and they think it is just a legend. Your Spirit Hall is strong, but if you anger them, they will really dare to draw their swords and kill you.
But it is precisely those who have come into contact with the inheritance, or know the secrets therein, who can act recklessly, because the Spirit Hall really has a divine inheritance.
Moreover, the existence of the City of Slaughter is, to a certain extent, more dependent on external forces. If it were Poseidon, even if he didn't kill Han Li, he would have been severely beaten.
But the King of Killing doesn't dare to do so. Its situation is rather special. It doesn't dare to leave here. It is a parasite on Tang Chen.
Although its strength is not weak, if Tang Chen leaves here, he may be out of its control. It has already liked this feeling of being superior. Losing everything would be more difficult for it to accept than killing it.
And it actually has its own ambition, it wants to become a god.
Although it still cannot tell whether its direct superior is the Shura God in Tang Chen's memory or the god who once helped it secretly, because since that time, it has never received any revelation.
Fortunately, the best news is that the inherited artifact of the Shura God has always been in its hands and has not been touched by anyone. This is another reason why it has always rejected the birth of the "God of Killing" in the City of Slaughter.
As for what he and the woman in black veil had said before, about being afraid that the God of Death would come back to cause trouble and releasing the combat power of everyone here, just listen to it.
What a joke. Which peerless Douluo, especially one who holds a magical weapon, would care about the number of people?
Unless Qian Daoliu and Poseidon can drag their own inheritance temple here to besiege it, otherwise, the people on Douluo Continent are not worth mentioning at all to it.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
The King of Killing's face darkened. Just because he was unwilling to take risks didn't mean he couldn't take risks.
"You really don't dare."
Han Li replied with a smile, and at the same time, four colors of light appeared on his body.
They are blood red, brilliant gold, milky white and vermilion, but the aura is extremely weak.
"Divine power! Or four different auras. You are also the inheritor of the gods."
The armrest of the King of Slaughter's seat was crushed into powder by it, because there was also a trace of Shura's divine power in it that it was very familiar with.
"Is it strange? There is more than one place in the continent where gods are passed down, the City of Slaughter."
Han Li spread his hands and looked at the King of Slaughter who had a gloomy expression.
"That's impossible. At least you can't obtain the inheritance of the Shura God. You haven't even entered the Road to Hell."
The King of Slaughter retorted instinctively.
"Who knows? After all, I can also absorb the energy here."
Han Li's smile was very bright, like a sunny and cheerful boy, but his words were like a thorn that pierced deeply into the heart of the King of Slaughter.
"Are you forcing me to kill you?"
The King of Killing suddenly raised his head and stared at Han Li, as if he could attack at any time.
"It is your right to take action, as long as you dare. I think you should understand what the aura on my body represents. Tsk, four gods, oh, even if you exclude the Shura God, there are still three. I don't know if you can afford this price."
Its behavior did not scare Han Li, but made him even more rampant. A biting dog does not bark, and the more it barks, the more it proves that it has no confidence.
"Okay, very good."
The King of Killing tore off his disguise and no longer made any concealment.
"I have to thank you for all this. I just came here to gain some experience. After all, I am the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I even greeted you in advance."
Han Li shook his head and continued, "Originally, we were all at peace. You were the King of Slaughter and I was the Holy Son. But you gave me a great gift, which made it very difficult for me to deal with it."
Hearing his words, the King of Slaughter's aura became a little unstable.
Judging from Han Li's words, the power of the Shura God was even delivered to him by him personally. At this moment, a deep feeling of regret arose in his heart.
It looked at Han Li deeply, knowing that this might be the purpose of the person in front of it.
"You made a very smart choice. What do you want?"
The King of Slaughter regained his composure.
"I don't want anything, I just want to get out as soon as possible. I'm different from you. In the outside world, I live a glamorous life. I don't want to be trapped here like you."
Han Li drummed his fingers on the table and his words were even a little disrespectful, but it made the King of Slaughter relax a little more.
Did he think that after choosing to inherit the legacy of God Shura, he would be trapped here?
The King of Killing's mind was turning rapidly, analyzing the meaning of Han Li's words.
Is this really the case? The King of Slaughter carefully observed Han Li's every move and noticed the impatience in his eyes.
Yes, the two Gods of Killing who walked out from here in recent years simply obtained the God of Killing domain and did not obtain the qualification for inheritance.
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Judging from Han Li’s previous combat performance, he already possessed a domain, and he had come into contact with three gods when he was only twelve years old, including a god with the domain of ice and fire that was perfectly suitable for him.
It's just a simple domain. To him, the City of Slaughter is really just a place for training. Instead, it is itself that is a little overly sensitive.
And as long as the Shura artifact is in its hands, no one else will be able to pass the Shura God's test.
Combining its own observations with Han Li's performance, the King of Killing became more and more certain of its guess.
If it was really as it thought, Han Li's behavior would be reasonable.
"If you want to get out quickly, you can, but apart from the killing intent, you can't use that ability to swallow everything."
The King of Killing figured everything out and quickly entered negotiation mode.
"If you hadn't done something secretly, I would never have done this." Han Li retorted sarcastically.
The King of Slaughter was in a good mood and didn't care about his attitude: "Then everything will remain the same. I won't interfere with anything you do. After you leave, it's best not to come back."
"When I obtain the domain and leave, I won't bother to come here again even if you beg me to."
Han Li stood up and walked out without looking back.
"No need to see me off. See you when we win."
The King of Killing stood up only after Han Li's figure disappeared from the range of its mental power.
Ignorant human being, you don’t even know what you have missed. But that’s okay, only when there are more stupid people like this will it feel more at ease.
He disappeared into the darkness again, letting out a "ho ho" laugh, which then became louder and louder, causing the woman in black veil outside the castle to tremble uncontrollably again.
At this time, Han Li, who was walking leisurely towards the residential area, had a hint of sarcasm on his face.
A beast is a beast. Even if it is covered with human skin and thinks like a human, it is still a beast.
After all, this stupid bat couldn't even see its own position clearly. Not to mention that it didn't know that soul beasts couldn't become gods. Even if it could, it could only be used as a whetstone at best.
As Tang Chen's whetstone, the Shura Demon Sword has remained in its hands for so many years. Although Tang Chen has not yet woken up, it was Rakshasa who plotted against him after all. If Tang Chen could take the initiative to get rid of the interference, Shura might not necessarily give Tang Chen a chance.
What was the result? This bat, who had picked up a bargain, not only became the king of the mountain, but also wanted to become a god, and chose Shura. Han Li could only wish that its dream would come true.
As for its thoughts, Han Li could guess a little bit. However, if the god really wanted to pass on the legacy, and the inheritance artifact was in your hands, is there nothing He can do?
In the center of the God Realm, there are several people from the God Realm Committee and the newly arrived God of Emotions Rong Nianbing.
He calmly watched Han Li and the King of Slaughter reach a deal, and also saw the performance of both parties after they separated, and shook his head slightly.
Han Li did not receive any inheritance from any god. They knew this better than anyone else, so they were both amused and amazed to see Han Li relying on just a little bit of divine power to fool the King of Slaughter.
"Xura, it seems that he is not ready to inherit your throne, and your previous successor has not yet completed the assessment. How about I give him a legacy?"
Rong Nianbing glanced at Shura, who had an expressionless face, but his mind became active.
He had just seen Han Li's performance in the City of Slaughter. Although he didn't know how Han Li did it, his chants and skills were all imitated from him, but doesn't this just prove that they are destined to be together?
He had long wanted to give up his throne and run away. Now someone came to his doorstep, and he was a genius in the Douluo plane. With so many people paying attention to him, he must be good. This was undoubtedly a bargain.
Besides, you were the ones who pulled me here, so it shouldn't be excessive for me to get involved, right?
Hearing Rong Nianbing's words, Shura turned his head and glanced at him.
"As long as you enter the Slaughter City, you will be taking my test. If you fail, I will not stop you."
"God of Emotions, it is against the rules for you to intervene now. As the God of Law Enforcement in the God Realm, can I assume that you are challenging the authority of the God Realm Committee?"
Hearing his words, Miehuo at the side couldn't help but twitch his lips. "Do you remember now that you are the law enforcer of the divine world?"
The awakening of the plane consciousness is an accident, but do you want to guess why we are gathered here? (End of this chapter)