"Defeat me in the trial, and you shall become the Asura Divine Son," Luo Zhitian stated calmly, holding his long spear.
Due to enduring countless deaths and battles, the berserk nature of the Asura Bloodline within Chen Jiuge had been fully unleashed. Clutching a long spear, he flashed a crazed smile. "Hahaha, come on!"
The two long spears clashed, and the two figures darted past each other.
Chen Jiuge uttered with a hint of surprise, So fast, so heavy, such skill.
As the broken long spear fell to the ground, Chen Jiuge was instantly blasted into a bloody mist.
The resurrected Chen Jiuge knew this Luo Zhitian was completely different from the War Generals he had faced before. With such strength, even Belis probably couldn’t have withstood a single blow from him.
"I am the strongest War General. In the True Immortal Realm, my combat power ranks among the strongest of True Kings. However, the phantom of me in this Secret Realm possesses only thirty percent of my true strength."
Chen Jiuge’s mouth twitched upon hearing this. When I first entered, I had barely even touched the threshold of King Level combat power. Is the Asura Clan truly this terrifying?
"Do you know? Being a Divine Son doesn’t guarantee one can become a Shura King. And possessing the aura of a Shura King in one’s bloodline doesn’t mean one can become a Shura War General."
"I rose from obscurity, without an overly powerful bloodline, nor did I cultivate formidable Divine Skills."
"With only my long spear, I ventured through countless perilous lands. It wasn’t until I beheaded a Heavenly Immortal proficient in Divine Skills with my long spear that I understood: only combat can forge the most powerful Divine Skills."
His eyes turned blood-red, boundless murderous intent radiating from him. Six arms materialized on his body, each wielding a long spear, and they methodically dismembered the newly resurrected Chen Jiuge once more.
Chen Jiuge stared speechlessly at the monster. Can’t you stop talking to yourself? At least let me ask a question!
Luo Zhitian, completely absorbed in his battle mode, showed no reaction. He just continued his frenzied, rapid attacks, the heavy long spear dancing with a unique, deadly grace in his hands.
After barely managing to evade Luo Zhitian, Chen Jiuge’s heart grew heavy. This Luo Zhitian is too strong! I’ve probably died thousands of times by now. Forget about understanding his spear techniques; I can barely even defend against his attacks.
After being dismembered yet again, Chen Jiuge was reaching his limit. This kind of battle, with no visible progress, only constant crushing defeat, is enough to drive anyone mad with frustration!
"Damn it!" Chen Jiuge roared. "So what if it’s about going berserk? Who can’t do that?!"
He directly activated his Asura Bloodline Divine Skill—Blood Battle.
The two extra heads from his Three Heads and Six Arms technique vanished. Blood-red patterns began to crawl up his six arms, and his eyes turned so red they seemed on the verge of bleeding. An aura of desperate death energy enveloped him.
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The two frenzied figures, their minds completely consumed by the will to fight, engaged in a relentless, brutal struggle.
"So, you’re telling me, the four of you are the culprits behind this whole mess?" Luo Wencheng asked, munching on a skewer of candied hawthorns as he looked at the four Spiritual Beasts with some surprise.
Da Bai tried to argue, "What do you mean it’s because of us? I just forgot to bring Spirit Stones, that’s all!"
"GULP! That’s right, that’s right," Tian Que agreed, drooling as he stared intently at the candied hawthorns.
Mo Yu and Yue Meng were in a terrible mood and didn’t feel like talking.
"Elder, this is my godson. How about we just let it slide? It’s only five hundred Top Grade Spirit Stones, right? I’ll pay for him," said the female Asura who had initially been chasing Da Bai, now cradling him affectionately.
Luo Wencheng looked at his grandniece, speechless. "This is a Spiritual Beast, not your godson."
Hearing this, Xiu Chenglan immediately flared up, drawing two large sabers. "Uncle, you need to take responsibility for your words!"
Luo Wencheng jumped up. "You little brat! You dare draw your blades on me?"
"Auntie! Auntie! Uncle is going to hit me!" Xiu Chenglan yelled.
Luo Wencheng quickly covered Xiu Chenglan’s mouth and said appeasingly, "My dear grandniece, calm down, calm down. Your uncle didn’t mean it that way. Your aunt is still in seclusion; let’s not disturb her."
"Alright, how about this: I’ll cover the five hundred Spirit Stones. As for the damaged houses, you all can repair them yourselves, as usual. Let’s just consider this month’s grand melee to have happened ahead of schedule," Luo Wencheng said, struggling to maintain a serious expression.
Watching Luo Wencheng depart in a somewhat disheveled state, Da Bai promptly offered a flattering remark, "Godmother, you’re so amazing!"
"Of course! My husband is even more formidable. Oh, I almost forgot, you haven’t met your godfather yet. Come on, let’s go meet your godfather!" Xiu Chenglan exclaimed, slapping her forehead.
Da Bai froze at her words. He was about to make an excuse, but Xiu Chenglan swiftly tucked him under her arm. He could only cast a hopeful gaze towards Yue Meng and the other two Spiritual Beasts.
The three Spiritual Beasts shook their heads in unison. This Xiu Chenglan is too fierce. Even if all three of us ganged up on her, we’d probably only last a few more rounds.
Dust billowed as Da Bai vanished from their sight. Mo Yu sighed, "I didn’t expect we’d owe Da Bai so much this time."
Yue Meng said with a peculiar expression, "Is it possible he only acknowledged her as godmother because he was afraid of getting beaten up?"
Tian Que twisted the knife, "Brother Da Bai is terrified of pain. He’d do anything to avoid it."
"So, where do we go now? Should we still look for Master?" Yue Meng asked, watching the Asura Clan members, who had returned to normal, now hammering away at the ruins of their homes.
Mo Yu said dejectedly, "The houses are gone, and the streets have been completely torn up. Who knows if the route we took earlier is even usable anymore."
"Let’s go back to Xiu Xiu’s place first," Tian Que suggested. "We can think about finding Master after Da Bai returns."
"What Tian Que said makes sense," Mo Yu agreed. "Master is definitely not in any mortal danger right now. On the other hand, if we wander around aimlessly, we’re likely to get beaten up."
The Asura Clan is too terrifying. Every single one of them is absurdly strong. I can only handle sparring with the weakest batch. It’s better not to go out looking for a beating if I can help it.
Chen Ziteng cowered inside Mo Yu’s sleeve, shivering too much to make a sound. I’m still just a baby in the Mahayana Realm! This is too scary! I want to go home!
Five beasts set out; four returned. One had acknowledged a godmother and gone to find a godfather. Another, terrified and shivering, had retreated to the Green Bamboo Realm. The remaining three were left dejected, their confidence shattered.
When Xiu Xiu returned, she found the three of them sitting around the stone table, looking utterly dejected.
"Oh, you’re back! I heard there was a big fight over there. Did you see it?"
The three exchanged glances, a bitter smile in their hearts. See it? We more than saw it—we were the ones who caused the whole brawl!
"What a shame, I can’t believe I missed it! Oh well, it’s not long until the next one anyway. I’ll take you all with me to have some fun then!"
Hearing this, the three of them stared, their eyes wide. "No, no, that’s quite alright! We wouldn’t want to trouble you!"
"It’s no trouble at all! It’s settled then. It’ll be great fun! Oh, by the way, I’m going to make dinner. You guys wait here for a bit, okay?" Xiu Xiu chirped, bouncing off to the kitchen.
The remaining three looked at each other, then all together, they gazed up at the sky and heaved a long sigh.