The palace doors stood wide open.
Inside, there was nothing but pitch-black darkness—not a single ray of light to be found. It looked less like a palace and more like a hellish prison cage.
Tap. Tap.
Bai Mu swaggered inside. A thick stench of blood and a heavy, oppressive pressure surged toward him, but he paid it no attention. Raising his head, he could vaguely make out a tall figure.
That figure sat quietly upon the throne, radiating a terrifying aura, like the absolute dominator of this world.
"Hey, you bat spirit," Bai Mu said lazily. "What are you doing sitting on my throne? Looking to die?"
The corner of his mouth curled into an arrogant smile.
His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an unyielding haughtiness that echoed throughout the palace.
"Oh, and hand over the Asura God Sword while you're at it. I might—just barely—spare your miserable life. Otherwise… heh."
Whoosh!
The bloody mist filling the palace suddenly churned violently.
"How dare you!"
A furious roar echoed.
"A mere brat dares speak so insolently before this king?"
The Slaughter King lifted his head sharply. His eyes glowed blood-red, murderous intent bursting forth like a tangible force.
His hoarse voice thundered with rage.
"You slaughtered my legions and my Law Enforcement Team! Today, you will repay this blood debt! Your soul will be forever condemned to sink within Slaughter City!"
"Repay a blood debt? With you?"
Bai Mu scoffed, leaning back slightly, mock surprise flashing across his face.
"A puppet parasitized by a bat, daring to speak to me about blood debts?"
"I advise you to be sensible. Hand over the Asura God Sword now."
"Otherwise, I'll tear down your palace, raze Slaughter City to the ground, and annihilate your so-called divine soul until not even a god can save you."
"Wait."
Mid-threat, Bai Mu suddenly frowned.
"You… you probably can't even use the Asura God Sword or the Clear Sky Hammer."
"Damn it. Useless trash."
"Brat, you're courting death!"
Enduring insult after insult, the Slaughter King finally exploded.
The bloody mist surged wildly. Terrifying spirit power swept through the entire hall, and the palace shook violently.
Though merely an existence parasitized by the Nine-Headed Bloody Crimson Bat King, he possessed the strength of a Rank 95 Titled Douluo.
As the dominator of Slaughter City, he controlled its entire domain.
Even if Qian Daoliu were to come here, once suppressed by the city's seal, he might not be a match!
Swish!
In a flash, the Slaughter King transformed into a streak of crimson light. Wrapped in bloody waves, he lunged forward, clawed hand tearing straight toward Bai Mu.
"So gloomy."
Bai Mu cursed inwardly. "Protect. Extreme Speed!"
A protective barrier instantly formed, completely blocking the blood-shadow.
At the same time, a flash of white light erupted as Zygarde burst forth, crashing fiercely into the Slaughter King.
Thud!
With a dull impact, the Slaughter King was sent flying backward. He spread his wings, barely stabilizing himself in midair.
"Slaughter God Domain—unleash!"
He roared.
A blood-red domain filled with slaughterous aura expanded instantly, enveloping the entire palace before spreading throughout all of Slaughter City.
It was an absolute magic-sealing domain.
Any Spirit Master without their own Slaughter God Domain would be unable to use spirit ring skills, and even other abilities would be severely restricted. Their power would be mercilessly suppressed.
"Despair, brat," the Slaughter King sneered cruelly.
"Within my Slaughter God Domain, you are nothing but prey."
But in the very next second, his smile froze.
"Oh? Really?"
Bai Mu stood calmly, mockery written plainly on his face.
"You almost scared me to death."
He tilted his chin toward Zygarde and Z2 beside him.
"No more nonsense. Aura Break—tear this pathetic domain apart."
"Roar—!"
Two deafening roars rang out as dazzling green light erupted from Zygarde's body.
Terrifying Order power exploded like a storm, colliding head-on with the Slaughter God Domain.
Aura Break!
The seemingly invincible domain cracked like fragile glass, fissures spreading everywhere. The slaughterous aura dissolved rapidly.
"My Slaughter God Domain… broken?!"
The Slaughter King's eyes widened in disbelief.
He frantically poured spirit power into it, trying to stabilize the domain—but it was like a melting glacier, impossible to restore.
"Impossible?" Bai Mu crossed his arms and sneered.
"Before my Zygarde, all domains are trash."
"Your Slaughter God Domain is nothing more than your death warrant."
The shattered domain reversed under the pull of Order.
In an instant, it reformed—this time suppressing its original master.
"No—! Impossible!"
The Slaughter King's face twisted in horror.
He was being suppressed by his own domain.
His home-field advantage vanished completely.
"Now, you are the enemy of Slaughter City," Bai Mu said coldly.
"And I am the true king."
With that, he stepped forward—walking past the Slaughter King toward the throne behind him.
"What… what did you do?!"
The Slaughter King trembled, fear and resentment filling his eyes.
"Heh. What did I do?" Bai Mu laughed.
"I simply taught you the rules of true strength."
"For real powerhouses, all rules and domains are broken, reshaped, and then bent to serve their will."
"Impossible! Die! I am the King!"
The Slaughter King roared madly, flapping his blood-red wings as he lunged with all his remaining strength. Bloody claws tore toward Bai Mu's face.
"You overestimate yourself."
Cold light flashed in Bai Mu's eyes.
Detect!
Every movement was instantly analyzed.
He sidestepped effortlessly, dodging by a hair's breadth.
Swish!
Extreme Speed erupted. Bai Mu raised his hand and delivered a brutal slap glowing white.
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed as the Slaughter King spun through the air three and a half times.
"Good dog," Bai Mu said coldly. "Don't block my way."
Twisting his body mid-motion, he followed with a spinning kick, sending the Slaughter King crashing across the palace.
Boom!
Bai Mu landed lightly and continued toward the throne.
"Thousand Waves."
"Roar!"
Zygarde's body swelled, green light surging violently.
Thousand Waves erupted.
Shockwaves rolled forward like an earth dragon overturning the land, slamming into the Slaughter King.
He tried to dodge, but his spirit power was sluggish, his body unbearably heavy.
The shockwaves struck him head-on.
He flew like a kite with its string cut, smashing violently into the palace wall.
The wall collapsed instantly, rubble raining down.
"Pfft!"
The Slaughter King spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura plummeting as his strength rapidly faded.