Slaughter City.
At this moment, Tang Chen sat in a secret chamber behind the Hell Slaughter Field, where there was a blood pond filled with fresh blood.
In Slaughter City, countless fresh blood eventually flowed into the blood pond, turning into nourishment for Tang Chen.
The Hell Slaughter Field witnessed the death of dozens or even hundreds of people every day, all of whom were extremely powerful. The nutrients in their blood were beneficial for his cultivation.
Of course, most of this blood was absorbed by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
With a bloodthirsty nature, the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, which fed on fresh blood, didn't change its habits even after parasitizing Tang Chen's body.
If Tang Chen did not provide enough fresh blood to the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, it would directly feed on his blood. Forced into a corner, if he didn't satisfy the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, he would die.
But satisfying the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King meant that as the powerful soul beast grew stronger from feeding on blood, it would become an even greater threat to him, and eventually, it would obliterate his will. By then, Tang Chen's body would be occupied by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
It was almost an insoluble predicament.
If nothing unexpected happened, Tang Chen's body would sooner or later be taken over by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King. However, by then, the potential of Tang Chen's body would be exhausted, and the Bat King's hope of ascending to godhood would also become impossible.
Tang Chen sat in the blood pond, wearing a blood-colored robe, with a high-collared cloak draped behind him.
His face was aged, his skin etched with many mysterious blood patterns, and a sword-shaped demonic pattern on his forehead. Even more pronounced were the deep blood-red wing patterns on his back; as the fresh blood was devoured, it was visible to the naked eye that the blood-red wing patterns on his back deepened. The bloodthirsty scent emanating from his body grew more intense.
"Still not enough, still not enough."
"The great blood within me is continuously evaporating; no amount of fresh blood is sufficient! My strength is slowly increasing, but it seems like my body is undergoing a mutation. Why? Why do I feel as if I can't control my own body? Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, you truly deserve to die!"
The King of Slaughter, Tang Chen, with blood-red eyes, absorbed all the blood from the blood pond and then felt a long-lost sense of comfort. But the comfort didn't last long before he felt dissatisfied.
His body kept overheating, his own blood devoured by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
Every day, he had to spend a great deal of time devouring the fresh blood produced by Slaughter City.
Only then could he alleviate some of his suffering. But he could also feel that whenever he absorbed fresh blood, the force devouring his blood from within his body grew increasingly powerful.
He wanted to resist but was helpless to do so.
He had no choice; he was aware of the existence of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King but didn't know how to deal with it. He could only continue to devour fresh blood to ease his agony momentarily.
The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was already fused with his body, leaving him with no way to target the detestable soul beast.
"The aura of the Killing God?"
"Spirit Hall Pope Bibi Dong?"
Tang Chen's gaze turned toward the distance, silent. Slaughter City was his territory; usually, after the Killing God left Slaughter City, they would not return because the threat to Slaughter City was too great.
"Such a powerful bloodline aura?"
"How is that possible?"
"How could there be such perfect bloodline auras in this world, both bodies are so perfect, and one body is excessively perfect."
Another voice echoed; from the shadows, a pair of bloodthirsty, crimson eyes looked towards Bibi Dong and Xu Ran, filled with greed.
The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King was shocked!
It was a bloodline aura of extraordinary terror that made its soul tremble.
His race of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bats grew stronger by devouring fresh blood, and as long as there was strong blood, it could rapidly evolve and grow stronger. It parasitized on Tang Chen not only to seize his body but also to devour his blood along the way.
Tang Chen was the Inheritor of the Asura God; his blood could make it evolve and grow strong quickly.
But now, it saw two other bodies with incredibly tempting blood. Especially the young one's—although it didn't know what kind of existence could make it so greedy, that must be something incredibly useful.
It had a premonition that, should it devour that body, it would become the overlord of this world in the future.
Keep in mind, even Tang Chen had never given it such a sensation!
"King of Slaughter, shall we make a deal?" The voice of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King rang out.
"Hmph, what is there left for us to talk about?" Tang Chen snorted coldly, his hatred for the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King deep in his bones. If it weren't for it, he might have already become the Asura God.
Once he became the Asura God, he could fulfill his promise and go to Sea God's Island to see that very beautiful girl.
But now, all of that had become wishful thinking.
He had said he would look for her once he became a god.
Now he hadn't become a god and had turned into such a bloodthirsty monster, how could he have the face to find her?
Over the years, he had forgotten many things from the past, but he never forgot that girl; he would go find her.
"King of Slaughter, I am willing not to vie for your body any longer. However, I have a condition," the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King said, curling his lips. He had already found his best prey; Tang Chen could no longer satisfy him.
"What condition?"
Tang Chen asked in surprise.
He hadn't expected the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King to actively propose retreating. That creature had competed with him for control over his body for many years, and now it was voluntarily stepping back.
This excited him greatly—if the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King left his body, he would have the chance to step forward and achieve the status of Asura God.
"What do you want in exchange?"
"I want the fresh blood of those two. I want to devour them. As long as you can manage that, I will no longer covet your body," said the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, its gaze overflowing with greed. It felt its opportunity had come.
"Them?" Tang Chen looked towards Bibi Dong and Xu Ran, a hint of killing intent flickering in his eyes.
"One of them is also a Killing God, not lacking in strength. The other I can't see through, but he's not a Killing God and his power is greatly limited," Tang Chen analyzed.
"You are the King of Slaughter, and this is your domain. Moreover, I will assist you this time, and we can both attack with full force. There's virtually no chance of failure. What do you think?" the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King said.
"Deal, but I hope you remember your words."
"Don't worry, if I am to devour them, I will definitely not do it through your body; you can be assured of that."