Chapter 139 Ninth Place, Asura Demon Sword?
Tang Chen Frustrated: I Didn't Put My Heart into My Asura God Martial Soul at All?! The City of Slaughter.
Tang San considered it a filthy, corrupt place, one he once wished to destroy.
But now it had become the last refuge for Tang Chen and Tang San, this down-on-their-luck grandfather and grandson.
Outside the dark, damp passage.
In the dilapidated tavern.
Tang Chen sat in a corner, clutching a glass of murky wine tightly, his gaze fixed on the imposing Dark Dragon King on the sky outside the window.
"God-King level Martial Soul… Quasi-God Realm…"
Tang Chen murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and dry.
Looking at Long Lingfei's arrogant demeanor, Tang Chen's eyes flashed with undisguised envy and jealousy.
Once upon a time, he, Tang Chen, was also a peerless powerhouse on this continent, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, sweeping across the land without equal.
But now, he was like a stray dog, clinging to life in this dark and desolate place with his equally wretched great-grandson.
Ultimately, it was all because of this Heavenly Curtain, which suddenly exploded, unleashing countless old monsters and powerful figures from another continent.
It turned the Douluo Continent upside down, even causing his little Xi to lose her life!
Now he dared not return to the Clear Sky Sect, fearing Wei Tianchen would follow and destroy it as well.
"Great-grandfather..."
Tang San, standing beside him, lowered his head, his face as pale as paper.
This escape had not only exhausted his strength but had also nearly destroyed his pride.
Tang Chen took a deep breath and downed the wine in his cup.
The spicy liquid rolled down his throat, slightly dispelling the chill in his heart.
Tang Chen turned his head, looking at the dejected Tang San, a sharp glint in his eyes. He said in a deep voice,
"Little San, raise your head! You are a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, a descendant of me, Tang Chen. Has this little setback defeated you?"
Tang San's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head. Although there was still confusion in his eyes, there was now a hint of unwillingness.
Tang Chen snorted coldly, his gaze returning to the sky. The flame of ambition rekindled in his previously cloudy old eyes:
"Envious of that Long Lingfei?"
"Hmph, there's no need for that!"
"His Dark Sacred Dragon, while not bad, was at best a top-tier beast spirit before its evolution, not even touching the threshold of godhood."
At this point, Tang Chen slammed his hand on the table, making the wine glass vibrate, his tone filled with an air of unquestionable dominance:
"But my spirit is the Asura Demon Sword, personally bestowed by the Asura God! It's a true divine artifact, a god-level spirit transcending the mortal realm!"
"Even that Long Lingfei could rank in the top ten and receive such an incredible reward. My Asura Demon Sword is definitely ranked above him! Even… possibly in the top three!"
Tang Chen became increasingly excited as he spoke, as if he could already see himself standing on the podium, receiving the blessing from the heavens.
"As long as I can get the reward, whether it's improving my martial soul quality, being granted divine power, or even... a godhood..."
Tang Chen's fingers turned slightly white from the force of his grip, his eyes gleaming with greed and desire:
"Then, Qian Lin, the Spirit Hall, they will all tremble under my sword!"
"Although we are in a sorry state now, as long as we get through this, when the heavens announce my ranking, it will be the day my grandfather and I turn our lives around!"
Tang San listened to his great-grandfather's words, his previously gloomy eyes gradually brightening.
Yes, his great-grandfather was a demigod, and even the inheritor of the Asura God!
If even someone like Long Lingfei could obtain a God-King level martial soul evolution, then his great-grandfather's reward...
Thinking of this, Tang San clenched his fists, hope rekindling in his heart.
"Great-grandfather is right! We still have a chance!"
Just as Tang Chen was brimming with confidence, even envisioning himself returning to his peak with the top-three reward, crushing the Spirit Hall, and beating Wei Tianchen, the image that originally belonged to the Dark Dragon King slowly dissipated from the sky.
Immediately afterward, a monstrous aura of bloodlust instantly stained half the sky crimson.
The dense killing intent seemed to pierce through the light barrier, dragging the entire Douluo Continent into a sea of corpses and blood.
A massive sword, entirely blood-red and engraved with countless eerie demonic runes, slowly appeared before the world.
Around the sword, the wails of countless wronged souls seemed to linger; a single glance was enough to make one feel as if their soul were being torn apart.
Then, the solemn and majestic voice rang out again, announcing the ninth place:
[Top Ten Peak Martial Souls Ranking of the Two Continents, Ninth Place]**
[Martial Soul: Asura Demon Sword]
[Owner: Tang Chen]
[Reason for Ranking: Formed from the divine will of Asura, its killing intent is unparalleled in the world. It is the key for mortals to touch the realm of gods, possessing the power to judge all living beings.]
"Clang!"
A crisp sound broke the silence in a corner of the dilapidated tavern.
The wine glass in Tang Chen's hand slipped and shattered on the ground.
Tang Chen stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
The old face, which had been flushed with excitement, was now filled with astonishment and blankness.
"Ninth...?"
Tang Chen's eyes widened in disbelief, staring intently at the glaring number on the screen, his voice trembling almost unrecognizable:
"How could it only be ninth?!"
"This is the Asura Demon Sword! A divine martial soul bestowed by the Asura God! It surpasses even the Clear Sky Hammer!"
"That Long Lingfei's Dark Sacred Dragon ranking tenth is one thing, but how could my Asura Demon Sword only be one place higher?!"
Tang Chen felt a tightness in his chest, an indescribable sense of defeat welling up inside him.
He had originally thought this sword would at least be in the top three, perhaps even challenge for the top spot.
But reality had given him a resounding slap in the face.
"Ninth place...that means there are eight more terrifying martial souls above me?"
Tang Chen slumped into his chair, burying his face in his hands, his eyes dimming rapidly. He muttered to himself,
"The top eight...who are they?"
"That Wei Tianchen...yes, the Wei Tianchen who defeated me, his Annihilation Dragon Halberd must be on that list. That kid's martial soul is indeed strange, incredibly powerful. I accept that he's ranked ahead of me."
"But...besides Wei Tianchen, are there seven other martial souls in this world stronger than the Asura Demon Sword?"
"How is that possible? When did Douluo Continent become so full of hidden talents?"
Tang Chen was completely baffled, his pride shattered at that moment.
His divinely bestowed martial soul, which he was so proud of, had only barely made it into the top ten in the Heavenly Curtain's evaluation system?
Just as Tang Chen was sinking into deep self-doubt...
A cold, majestic, yet somewhat nonchalant voice suddenly resounded from the depths of his spiritual sea:
"Hmph, what's the big deal?"
Tang Chen trembled, and quickly said respectfully in his mind:
"Lord Asura God? You...you saw it too?"
The Asura God's divine thought spoke calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter:
"I saw it. Ninth place, not bad."
"Tang Chen, don't feel wronged."
The Asura God's divine thought paused, then explained with a hint of laziness:
"Although it's true that this Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul is a reward I bestowed upon you after you passed the eighth trial in the City of Slaughter," "you must know that it was merely a projection I casually conjured, not the Asura Demon Sword itself in my hand."
"Back then, I was busy with affairs in the God Realm, and when I conjured this Martial Soul to bestow upon you... cough cough, I didn't put much thought into it. I just casually fabricated it, and it probably only contains one ten-thousandth of the essence of my original divine weapon."
"In terms of quality, it is indeed the strongest below the god level, but if we place it among all the divine martial souls on Douluo Star, ranking ninth wouldn't be unfair."
Hearing this, Tang Chen's lips twitched violently a few times.
Not much effort put in?
Just a casual fabrication?
So, his prized trump card, which he cherished like his lifeblood, was just a defective product casually given to a beggar in the eyes of a god?!
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