438: War King Asura Returns to Rakshasa

Di Jintian's movement flickered through the bat swarm like a ghost. His god-demon wings sometimes swept out like blades, cutting down large swaths of bats, and sometimes vibrated violently, creating a turbulent vortex of air that swept away and shredded any bats that drew near.

The god-demon battle armor was an indestructible fortress, the God-Demon Heaven-Rending Claw was a reaping blade of life, and the god-demon wings were a weapon of both offense and defense!

Dark Gold Divine Fire and Dark Demonic Flame flowed along the edges of the claw shadows and wings, continuously incinerating the approaching bats.

He was like a tireless killing machine, surging against the black tide of death. Wherever he passed, bat corpses fell like rain, piling up into a thick layer on the ground.

The god-demon battle armor continued to shimmer with light even under the gnawing of countless sharp teeth.

His movements became increasingly fluid, and his mastery of God-Demon Power matured rapidly amidst the high-pressure combat. Every claw strike became more cunning and lethal, and every flap of his wings stirred up a more violent storm of death.

After slaughtering for an unknown amount of time, when Di Jintian swung his claws again and tore the last few Soul-Devouring Bats that lunged before his eyes into pieces, he was surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The terrifying bat swarm that had once blotted out the sky was now reduced to sporadic, squeaking wails as they fled into the distant clouds.

Di Jintian hovered in mid-air, panting slightly.

The god-demon battle armor was covered in foul-smelling black blood and shredded meat, but the armor itself remained radiant and completely undamaged.

The demonic patterns on his body greedily absorbed the thick Death Qi and soul energy permeating the air above the battlefield, quickly restoring his energy.

He slowly raised his hand, looking at the dark gold and dark light flowing from his fingertips. He felt the God-Demon Power within him; though the consumption was immense, it was now more refined and as easy to control as his own limbs. A surge of powerful confidence welled up within him.

This Burial God Ancient Domain was indeed an excellent place for him to hone the edge of his God-Demon Power!

The hunt has only just begun!

He turned his gaze toward a certain location in the ancient Domain, where a more powerful Nether Qi, like a slumbering Vicious Beast, faintly emanated.

Di Jintian flapped his wings and transformed into a streak of light intertwined with dark gold and darkness, charging without hesitation toward the place where the Aura of death was most intense.

The shadow of the god-demon plunged once again into the endless slaughter of this ancient battlefield.

This city of chaos, standing at the intersection of the Thunder Prison, Blood Slaughter, and Profound Nether prefectures, was perpetually permeated with blood and noise.

Ignoring the greedy, wary, or purely malicious gazes from the surroundings, two figures walked straight through the clamor of the main city district toward the Dark Merchant Guild's outpost.

One figure stood tall and straight like a spear, while the other had a cold, stern face and eyes as deep as a frozen pool, carrying an indifference settled from eons of slaughter. He was surrounded by a faint Asura Baleful Qi. They were Di Lingxiao and Di Wushang.

"Still that nauseating smell."

Di Lingxiao took a deep breath, his lips curling into a flamboyant arc, but his eyes sharply swept over several thugs at the street corner who were stirring with the Aura of the early stage of the Heaven-Reaching Realm.

"Every time I come here, I can't help but want to smash something."

Di Wushang did not respond, but his deep Asura Demonic Eyes shifted slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over those thugs like a physical blade.

Those people felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, their hair standing on end as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric Vicious Beast. All their ill intentions froze instantly, and they subconsciously shrank back into the shadows, not daring to show their faces again.

"Boring."

Di Lingxiao gave a sneer and strode toward the Dark Merchant Guild.

The guards clearly recognized the two and hurriedly opened the gates.

The top floor of the guild.

A graceful figure stood with her back to the door in front of a giant map of the Thirty-Six Prefectures of the Eastern Domain, seemingly lost in thought.

She wore a well-fitted purple brocade robe that outlined her mature and curvaceous figure. Her jet-black hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, revealing her long, fair neck.

"President Situ, have you been well?"

Di Lingxiao's voice broke the silence of the inner hall, carrying his characteristic heartiness but also a hidden sense of power.

The figure slowly turned around at the sound.

It was indeed Situ Qinsheng.

Compared to their last meeting, her appearance hadn't changed much, but her entire temperament had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

The former Law Realm Peak Aura had vanished, replaced by a deep, unfathomable pressure that faintly stirred the power of lightning in the space around her.

In the depths of her eyes, deep purple lightning seemed to leap and flow. When her gaze swept over them, both Di Lingxiao and Di Wushang felt a faint pressure, as if everything was being seen through. That was the prototype of a Profound Venerable Realm Domain!

Seeing the two, Situ Qinsheng showed a perfect smile that carried both a merchant's shrewdness and a hint of sincerity.

"So it is Lingxiao and Wu Shang."

Her voice was still pleasant. "Thanks to the Di Clan, the Situ Family has gained much. After several months of secluded cultivation, I fortunately broke through the bottleneck."

"Congratulations to President Situ on advancing to the Profound Venerable Realm!"

Di Lingxiao cupped his fists, his smile becoming a bit more sincere. "It seems President Situ is wading deeper and deeper into the muddy waters of Rakshasa City, and with more confidence than ever."

Situ Qinsheng elegantly gestured for the two to be seated, as a maid had already served fragrant tea brimming with Spiritual Qi.

"You two returning to Rakshasa this time—surely it's not just to congratulate me on this minor progress?"

Di Lingxiao grinned, making no secret of his purpose. "President, you have a Wisdom Eye. When we left last time, that old venomous snake from the Blood Prison Arena and his lackeys were quite active."

"We brothers came back this time just to ask you, President, are the bones of those blind fools still sturdy lately?"

Situ Qinsheng set down her teacup and lightly tapped her finger on the smooth tabletop.

"Li Xiong? He has settled down quite a bit. Since you showed your might at the arena and used my Dark Merchant Guild to clean up the Evil Spirit Cult, he has restrained himself significantly, more like a venomous python coiled deep in its lair, no longer showing his face easily."

She paused. "However, his lackeys haven't been idle. The Blood Prison Arena recently recruited three skilled experts in the Law Realm, all of them ruthless desperadoes who fled here after committing bloody crimes elsewhere.

They are:"

"Bone-Cleaving Blade Wu Kui, at the sixth level of the Law Realm;"

"Poison-Hearted Spider Liu Sanniang, at the fifth level of the Law Realm;"

"Ghost Shadow Mo Qi, at the fifth level of the Law Realm."

"These three have become Li Xiong's new enforcer leaders, handling some of his shady business. Their hands are stained with the blood of Cultivators who were forced or volunteered to enter the arena."

She described the physical characteristics, common methods, and frequent locations of these three in detail.

"Wu Kui used a serrated bone blade as wide as a door, possessed immense strength, and had a hobby of torture; Liu Sanniang was skilled in using poison and strange silk-thread Magical Artifacts, being insidious and crafty; Mo Qi specialized in stealth and assassination, with movement as elusive as a ghost."

"Is the information reliable?" Di Wushang finally spoke.

Situ Qinsheng smiled confidently, purple lightning leaping in her eyes. "Wu Shang, rest assured. The eyes and ears of the Dark Merchant Guild are spread throughout the intersection of the three prefectures. If such information were wrong, I wouldn't be the president anymore."

"These three dogs should be at the Blood Boil Tavern in the alley behind the arena right now. That's where they usually gather to split their loot and seek pleasure."

"Li Xiong himself is likely in the deepest part of the arena, protected by the layers of Formations he has set up. That is his lair."

"Excellent!" Di Lingxiao suddenly stood up, a hot, soaring Battle Intent like an impending volcanic eruption exploding from him. The black patterns of the Undying Battle Body faintly emerged on his skin, and the surrounding air seemed to become scorching and thick.

"Blood Boil Tavern? The name is quite fitting! Wu Shang, let's pull the teeth of this old venomous snake first! We'll turn him into a toothless earthworm!"

Di Wushang also slowly stood up. He didn't say a word, but the silent Asura Baleful Qi around him instantly became solid and sharp, like a peerless weapon being unsheathed.

He nodded slightly, his eyes locking onto the location provided by Situ Qinsheng, his voice bone-chillingly cold. "Let's go."

Situ Qinsheng felt a slight shock in her heart as she watched the terrifying Aura that instantly erupted from the two.

"Di Lingxiao was like a humanoid Vicious Beast, his Battle Intent pure and violent;"

"Di Wushang was more like abyssal ice, his killing intent restrained yet lethal."

She picked up her teacup and took a light sip. "I wish you a triumphant return. The Dark Merchant Guild will keep an eye on Li Xiong's movements for you."

The two said no more, turning and striding out of the inner hall, their figures quickly disappearing into the dim shadows of Rakshasa City's streets.

Target clear—Blood Boil Tavern!"