"It's you!"
Arriving above Wang Zhong's dwelling, the King of Slaughter gazed at the figure laughing maniacally at the sky, his eyes fierce and chilling.
How could he not care about someone who gravely injured a guardian upon arrival?
First came the violent shock of killing intent, then the personal appearance of the King of Slaughter. The superposition of these two events drew the attention of everyone in the City of Slaughter.
"The King of Slaughter! He actually made a move himself."
"That person, it's him, Zero-Nine-Zero-Zero, the one who crushes everyone on the killing grounds."
"Zero-Nine-Zero-Zero's condition is not right! He seems to have lost his mind due to the erosion of killing intent!"
"Such terrifying killing intent, it has solidified into blood-red substance!"
Figures watched from afar. The King of Slaughter arrived in a fury, and Wang Zhong had lost his reason. They felt they were about to witness a grand spectacle.
The wild laughter abruptly ceased. Wang Zhong, his reason overwhelmed by killing intent and now completely insane, turned his blood-red eyes towards the King of Slaughter hovering in the sky with spread wings.
"Kneel! And I shall spare your life!" The King of Slaughter's majestic and ferocious voice boomed, shattering the crimson mist and returning chaos.
But the killing intent surging from Wang Zhong was endless, without end. In mere moments, the red mist once again filled the heavens and earth.
"You are seeking death!"
The red light in his eyes blazed, and the sharp killing intent condensed into substance, erupting and sweeping towards Wang Zhong, freezing him entirely!
This was a technique cultivated when killing aura and killing intent reached a certain level, manifesting killing intent into physical form.
"As expected of the King of Slaughter, he finished it in one move."
"Long live the King of Slaughter!"
"Although Zero-Nine-Zero-Zero is powerful, what is he compared to the controller of the City of Slaughter!"
"Those who defy the will of the King of Slaughter shall die!"
Many revealed expressions of "as expected" at the King of Slaughter's move. In their view, it was not strange that the absolute ruler of this place could eliminate Wang Zhong in one strike; it would only be surprising if he couldn't.
However, the reality unfolded far beyond their imaginations. Under the watchful eyes of all, cracks began to snake across the ice that completely encased Wang Zhong. In moments, the entire surface was covered.
*Bang!*
A crisp shattering sound rang out. The ice exploded, and Wang Zhong stood in place, his gaze towards the King of Slaughter filled with ferocity.
"You are seeking death!"
The same words came from Wang Zhong's mouth, his hoarse voice, carried by the surging killing intent, ascended to the heavens, transforming into a gale that forced the King of Slaughter to retreat repeatedly.
"What! He's unharmed!"
"How dare he speak to the King of Slaughter like that."
"He's courting death!"
Voices sounded in Wang Zhong's ears, causing him to turn and fix his gaze upon the speakers.
His blood-red eyes, imbued with chilling ruthlessness, boundless ferocity, and killing intent, felt like the Grim Reaper passing by. Everyone immediately retreated, scrambling away, not daring to appear within Wang Zhong's sight.
That gaze was too terrifying, striking fear and dread into their hearts.
"Good lad, you have guts! You are the first to dare speak to me like this, but you will also be the last!"
"I will drain your blood and then chop off your head to be a vessel for the blood!"
"I will flay your skin, dismember your bones, and leave you without a burial place!"
The King of Slaughter, having regained his balance in the sky, roared in anger. He, who had been forced to retreat by the words and killing intent of a mere boy, considered it a disgrace!
Disgrace must inevitably be washed away with blood!
"I will drain your blood and then chop off your head to be a vessel for the blood!"
"I will flay your skin, dismember your bones, and leave you without a burial place!"
Wang Zhong repeated the King of Slaughter's words with the same tone and demeanor. His reason, completely suppressed by an immense surge of killing intent, was now dominated by primal killing desire.
"Scoundrel!"
The King of Slaughter was enraged. His bat-like wings flapped, and in an instant, he appeared before Wang Zhong, throwing a punch. The fist wind was sharp and the killing intent bone-chilling, aimed directly at the head. With this punch, anyone's head would explode like a watermelon.
But such a punch seemed laughably weak in Wang Zhong's eyes. He watched coldly as the fist landed on his forehead, the gusting wind scattering, cracking the ground and sending stone slabs spiraling into the sky. This single blow was enough to kill a super Titled Douluo of level ninety-five.
Yet, Wang Zhong did not even blink. He remained motionless.
Feeling the recoil from the punch, the King of Slaughter's pupils widened, his heart trembling.
While he hadn't used his full strength, his punch could easily kill a super Titled Douluo. Yet, Wang Zhong hadn't dodged or evaded, taking the blow directly on his forehead with no apparent effect.
"What exactly are you!"
The King of Slaughter roared in fury. Withstanding his punch with his physical body was something even an absolute defense-type Titled Douluo couldn't achieve. Wang Zhong was clearly not a soul master of that specialization, yet he had accomplished it.
Such an astonishing fact, even with the King of Slaughter's power, evoked a sense of horror.
"What am I?"
"I am the sovereign, the king!"
Wang Zhong roared at the sky. The killing intent emanating from the little fox was not just ferocity, but also absolute nobility and the will to conquer the world. This will had influenced him.
"It's my turn!"
Red light surged in his eyes like a raging tide. He took a step back with his right foot, clenched his right fist, and with his muscles taut, he threw a punch.
The fist wind was vast as a god's breath. The punch, not yet landed, made the King of Slaughter's heart pound and alarms blare in his mind.
Death!
These two words flashed in his mind. The King of Slaughter's body suddenly dispersed into myriad bat figures, and at that very moment, Wang Zhong's fist was fully unleashed. The terrifying fist energy poured entirely into the space ahead.
The heavens and earth shook, the ground cracked, houses collapsed, and the entire City of Slaughter trembled violently. Under one punch, all things were shattered.
In front of Wang Zhong's fist, a fan-shaped ruin, stretching for who knew how many miles, appeared abruptly. Within that ruin, everything that existed was destroyed, whether it was the land, the mountains, the buildings, or people, all turned into fragments.
*Gulp! Gulp!*
Sound after sound of gulping water echoed. Those who survived the blast of Wang Zhong's fist were now terrified, their legs shaking.
Under a single punch, a corner of the City of Slaughter was destroyed!
How vast was the City of Slaughter! It was a massive town, akin to the imperial cities of Heaven Dou and Star Luo! Yet, a corner of such a place was obliterated with one punch.
What terrifying power was this!
To Wang Zhong's side, the King of Slaughter, looking at the ruin, also trembled. If he had been struck by that punch, he would have exploded completely, leaving no burial place.
"I cannot clash with him head-on in terms of strength!"
Firmly deciding not to face Wang Zhong's power directly, a black and red greatsword, two meters long, appeared in the King of Slaughter's hand. Its sharp edge was peerless.
This was a divine sword! Named Shura!
With the Shura Divine Sword in hand, the bat-like wings on his back flapped violently. The King of Slaughter transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, moving at extreme speed, brushing past Wang Zhong.
Drip by drip, crimson blood fell from the edge of the Shura sword. The King of Slaughter, holding the Shura Divine Sword, wore a triumphant smile on his face.
The clothing on his chest suddenly tore open. Even the wooden armor, as tough as skin, was ripped apart. Streams of crimson blood gushed out like a fountain. Wang Zhong slowly looked down at the wound on his chest, a hint of pain in his blood-red eyes.
He was almost cut open from chest to belly!