kiwanis-nylisc Chapter 922: You've fallen into a trap!
Chapter 922: You've fallen into a trap!
Seeing Li Qingran take that World Ring, the black-robed man's lips curled into a smile beneath the mist concealing his face.That's right, absorb it.
This was a Million-Year World Ring, a treasure that could stir up a bloody storm in Demon Tower City!
Moreover, not just anyone could absorb it casually.
Now, after his processing, the Battle Master souls within this World Ring had been completely suppressed, minimizing the risk of absorption to the lowest level.
He had so thoughtfully presented such a delicious feast, how could the other party refuse?
Li Qingran would naturally accept it.
This was a good thing to boost her Master's strength.
Just as the black-robed man thought Li Qingran would take out the Su Xian Sword to refine the World Ring, Li Qingran waved her hand. A tall, white-clothed swordsman with long, waterfall-like silver hair materialized behind her.
Since entering the Demon Tower City arena, the opponents encountered had never required Chen Huaian to take action.
Therefore, the black-robed man had always assumed Li Qingran only possessed the Su Xian Sword as her Battle Soul. This was his first time seeing Chen Huaian.
When he saw the two dark-gold Million-Year World Rings appearing at Chen Huaian's feet, he became somewhat unsettled.
"Wait, you have Twin Battle Souls?"
"That's right." Li Qingran nodded, stating it as a matter of course. "You are the City Lord of Demon Tower City, don't you investigate the identities of those who come here?"
The black-robed man's mouth twitched.
As the supreme existence of Black Tower City, did he need to investigate the identity of an ant?
Although, this ant no longer looked much like an ant now.
He stared at Chen Huaian. Relying on the divinity within himself, he didn't see just a mass of white mist when looking at Chen Huaian, but a clear form.
At this moment, Chen Huaian's cold gaze also swept over.
The black-robed man met those eyes brimming with Sword Intent and immediately felt a sharp pain. The black mist beneath his hood churned violently, even blurring his vision slightly.
'What a ferocious Battle Soul!' he couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
But this was immediately followed by a surge of delight.
A powerful Battle Soul was a good thing!
Once this girl finished absorbing the World Ring, once the divinity within the Million-Year World Ring completely eroded them, he would gain another capable subordinate.
Originally, he had intended to develop Tang Er into his enforcer, and those top-ranked fighters in the arena also had such opportunities.
Unexpectedly, they had all died by the girl's sword.
If he could completely control this girl, he could confidently go challenge the trial left by His Majesty the God of Death in the future, while entrusting the defense of Demon Tower City to this girl.
In the future, any Battle Master wanting to enter the Divine Trial through arena slaughter would ultimately be intercepted by this girl.
That's right.
The so-called 'fulfill a wish after 99 arena battles' was itself a scam.
Because upon completing 100 battles, one could enter the Divine Trial, and he, the City Lord of Demon Tower City—Derifis—was the guardian of that 100th battle.
He had opened the Divine Trial a century ago but had been stuck on the step of fully comprehending the God of Death's Domain.
And the God of Death's trial did not stop being open to outsiders just because he was an examiner.
The God of Death's trial had always remained open.
Anyone entering Demon Tower City and completing 100 battles could enter the Divine Trial and become an examiner like him.
By modifying the rules of the Demon Tower City arena and using the so-called 'wish-granting' as a cover for various methods,
over this century, countless powerful Battle Masters had died by his hand or become his puppets.
But now, Derifis was finding it increasingly difficult to cope.
He was old.
A Legendary Battle Master should have a lifespan of several thousand years, but under the influence of the God of Death's divinity, his physical body and soul were aging at an extremely rapid pace.
Failing to fully master the God of Death's Domain meant failing to fully master the God of Death's divinity, naturally leading to being affected by the divinity and suffering various negative effects.
The cold and ruthless deities would not give him special opportunities alone.
Comprehending the God of Death's divinity required time and finding methods.
But the continuous stream of challengers wore him out, and as he aged, he could no longer easily crush and kill many challengers.
Thus, fifty years ago, after repeatedly testing the deities, he modified the arena rules, thereby buying himself some breathing room.
Now, he could feel that his comprehension of the Death divinity had progressed further than before.
Perhaps in another fifty years, he could fully master the God of Death's Domain, his aged body would be reborn, and then, he would enter the God of Death's next level of Divine Trial.
For this, he needed a replacement gatekeeper, a scapegoat, a sharp sword!
Ten-thousand-year, even hundred-thousand-year World Rings were not particularly precious things to him.
Only the Million-Year World Ring was on a completely different dimension compared to other World Rings.
He had pondered for a long time and ultimately decided to sacrifice all the Battle Masters in the arena to condense this Million-Year World Ring.
As the saying goes, you can't catch a wolf without risking the child.
He also wanted the Million-Year World Ring.
But now he needed a stable environment even more to deal with the Divine Trial.
As for this Million-Year World Ring, it would still be his in the future.
While lost in thought, Derifis saw the white-clothed swordsman had already sat down cross-legged, and the Million-Year World Ring was floating above his head.
The Battle Power condensed from countless vengeful spirits, along with their resentment and baleful energy, was flowing continuously into his soul form.
The only thing that struck Derifis as strange was:
Absorbing a World Ring was a subjective act performed by the Battle Master.
Why, with this girl, had absorbing the World Ring become an act led by the Battle Soul?
And she was just standing idly by like it was nothing?
Where was the pain of absorption?
The wailing?
Shouldn't that violent and filthy Battle Power have her writhing on the ground?
However, seeing the white-clothed swordsman Battle Soul gradually being stained black by the killing intent and resentment, as if entering demonic cultivation, Derifis still felt reassured.
Perhaps this Battle Soul was just a bit special...
After all, he had never seen a Humanoid Battle Soul before.
After a while, the absorption of the Million-Year World Ring was complete.
Chen Huaian's body was shrouded in ghostly energy, entwined with resentment. The frenzied souls of the Battle Masters darted and wailed within his soul form, like vengeful ghosts seeking lives.
He opened his eyes. His pupils, stained by the baleful energy, were pitch black like thick ink. His pale face was devoid of color, making him seem like a completely different person.
Seeing this scene, Derifis knew his opportunity had arrived!
The next step was to use the trace of divinity left within that Million-Year World Ring to completely control this girl and her Battle Soul.
"Jiejiejie! Superior weaponry!" Derifis sneered sinisterly, raising his sickle with both hands as a sinister wind caused his black robe to flutter wildly behind him: "Just when you wear out iron shoes in fruitless searching, you find it all without any effort! I thought controlling you would require much more trouble. Who would have thought you'd be so defenseless, walking right into the trap yourselves!"
Seeing Chen Huaian's fingers signaling behind his back, Li Qingran pretended her expression changed drastically, exclaiming in shock: "You... what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?!"
Derifis dissolved into a mass of black mist and charged towards Chen Huaian, his sinister sneer continuous:
"Be good and become my marionettes!"