CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 332: QIAN DAOLIU, PLEASE SAVE ME!

After speaking, Tang Chen’s stunned face showed a trace of confusion.

He had wanted to say something, but in the next moment, golden chains, radiating intense heat, once again bound Tang Chen tightly.

The terrifying heat from the golden chains began to scorch Tang Chen’s body.

Wisps of smoke quickly rose from his body.

However, Tang Chen, with his semi-divine body, was unafraid of this level of heat.

But in the next moment, as familiar formations appeared before his eyes, Tang Chen’s expression turned to panic.

Having just exploded all nine of his soul rings, his body was at its weakest.

If he were hit by another round of explosions, even his semi-divine body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

In a desperate attempt to save himself, he tried to summon the Asura God’s Sword back.

However, the Asura God’s Sword was firmly suppressed by Bibi Dong’s Rakshasa Scythe, a divine artifact of similar level.

Thus, for the moment, the sword couldn’t return to Tang Chen’s hand.

Now, the Asura God’s Sword, enveloped in Rakshasa energy, desperately wanted to respond to Tang Chen’s call, but the overwhelming Rakshasa aura prevented it from moving.

Seeing this, Tang Chen’s face grew even paler.

Without the Asura God’s Sword, without his soul rings, without Ring Explosion, and with his body immobilized, Tang Chen was at his weakest.

How could he, with just a semi-divine body, withstand this explosion?

"Boom!!!"

In the next moment, under Tang Chen’s despairing gaze, a series of violent, continuous explosions erupted.

"No, no, no, no, no!!!"

"Ah!!!"

Under Wo Long’s control, the third, fourth, and fifth soul skills—six 100,000-year soul skills in total—began to mercilessly bombard Tang Chen.

As the bombardment began, Tang Chen’s screams didn’t stop.

His agonized cries echoed across the land, enough to make anyone who heard them weep.

With his semi-divine body, Tang Chen wouldn’t die quickly, but the intense pain relentlessly assaulted his mind.

Meanwhile, two figures arrived in an instant from the distance.

When they saw the scene before them, they were utterly shocked.

"Xiao Yu?! It’s you?! You were the one who unleashed those attacks?!"

Seeing Xiao Yu, whose aura now far surpassed his own, Qian Daoliu felt a deep sense of unease.

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying. How had he achieved this?

The savage and ferocious aura emanating from Xiao Yu made Qian Daoliu feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy!

But in the next moment, when Qian Daoliu saw Bibi Dong not far away, controlling the Asura God’s Sword with her Rakshasa Scythe, his expression grew even more bewildered.

What had happened to this continent? It had only been a few years since he last ventured out, yet everything had changed so drastically?!

Bibi Dong... she had already obtained a divine artifact?

Had she completed her god trials?!

And the divine artifact she was controlling—was that also a divine artifact?!

That sword... could it be the legendary Asura God’s Sword?

At this moment, Qian Daoliu was completely dumbfounded.

"Big Brother... look around..."

Golden Crocodile, whose knowledge wasn’t as extensive as Qian Daoliu’s, focused on observing their surroundings.

When Golden Crocodile saw the devastation across the land, his aged and resolute face was filled with horror and fear.

Could such a scene really be the result of human combat?!

What on earth had happened here?

Qian Daoliu also turned to look around.

Seeing the desolate land, stripped of all vegetation and turned into bare earth for dozens of miles, his expression remained one of shock.

If he remembered correctly, this area had once been a forest. But now, not only was the forest gone, even the grass had been completely flattened and overturned?!

Such a scene was something even he, Tang Chen, and Bo Saixi had never created during their battles.

"Bibi Dong, what exactly happened here?"

Qian Daoliu summoned his Seraphim Martial Soul, eight black and one red soul rings glowing.

Behind him, Golden Crocodile also summoned his martial soul.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red soul rings shimmered.

Their gazes were serious as they stared at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong, however, merely glanced at Qian Daoliu.

The Rakshasa aura in her gaze made Qian Daoliu instinctively take a step back.

His already shocked heart was now filled with even more fear.

Bibi Dong sneered and said, "Hmph, the Slaughter King escaped from the City of Slaughter, intending to wreak havoc on the continent. Xiao Yu and I came here to intercept and kill him."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu was stunned.

The Slaughter King?!

That cowardly Slaughter King?!

You’re telling me you caused this devastation just to kill him?!

Are you kidding me?!

I know what the Slaughter King is like!

Was he really that powerful?!

Did it take two semi-divine beings to deal with him?

"Bibi Dong, don’t mess with me. I know what the Slaughter King is like. Was he really that strong that it took two semi-divine beings like you to handle him?"

Qian Daoliu glared at her.

"Grand Elder, an ordinary Slaughter King wouldn’t require that, but this Slaughter King was different. Why don’t you see for yourself who he is?"

Just as Bibi Dong was thinking of how to explain, Xiao Yu spoke calmly.

Given Qian Daoliu’s stubborn nature, if things weren’t made clear, he might persist indefinitely. Thus, instead of hiding the truth, it was better to reveal it directly.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile quickly flew to Xiao Yu’s side.

Xiao Yu stopped the bombardment, revealing Tang Chen, who was now severely injured and on the verge of death.

"You... you’re Tang Chen?!"

Seeing his old friend and rival in such a state, Qian Daoliu was shocked.

The Slaughter King... was Tang Chen?!

Wasn’t he supposed to be searching for god trials?!

How had he become the Slaughter King?

Now, with only a faint trace of consciousness left, Tang Chen heard Qian Daoliu’s voice and slowly opened his heavy eyes. With his last bit of strength, he weakly said, "Qian Daoliu... save me... please, save me..."

At this moment, the man who had once believed himself invincible, the man who had considered himself the strongest in the world, was now begging Qian Daoliu, whom he had once looked down upon, for help.

He didn’t want to die. He still wanted to live...

After having his invincible heart shattered by Xiao Yu, Tang Chen was now just a temperamental old man.

In terms of character, Tang Chen might not even compare to Dugu Bo.

"Tang Chen, you... Xiao Yu, why..."

Qian Daoliu asked, his face filled with confusion.

"Grand Elder, Tang Chen wanted to cripple Dong’er and me, then take us back to the Clear Sky Sect to produce offspring for his disciples. What else could we do but fight back?!"