"Dead?"
For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on the Asura God's perpetually cold and hard face.
He suddenly stood up, his cloak billowing behind him even though there was no wind.
"How could it be so fast?!"
From the moment Poseidon descended to the mortal realm until the fate tablet shattered, only a few breaths passed.
This is not a battle.
This is a massacre.
This is a one-sided crushing defeat.
Even though he was suppressed by the rules in the realm of gods, Poseidon's avatar still possessed combat power close to that of a god-king.
Even if I were to take action myself, it would still take some effort to kill Poseidon's clone.
But now.
Sold out instantly.
That mortal named Qianyu actually killed a first-level god in an instant.
"monster..."
The Asura God took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.
His expression became more serious than ever before.
The situation had completely spiraled out of his control.
Qian Yu's strength has definitely surpassed that of a God-King.
They may even have touched the legendary realm of creation.
If it is not curbed.
The realm of gods is in peril.
"We must act immediately."
The Asura God's gaze instantly turned ruthless and resolute.
He turned around and looked into the depths of the hall.
There was a huge pool of blood bubbling and churning.
The pool water was crimson, exuding a nauseating stench of blood and a terrifying murderous intent.
And in the center of the blood pool.
A mangled body was floating on it.
That's Tang San.
At this moment, Tang San was no longer recognizable as human.
Severed limbs and festering skin were the consequences of being forcibly eroded by the power of the Asura God.
But he is still alive.
A strong, almost tangible resentment was fiercely protecting his heart.
That was hatred for Qianyu.
This hatred was so pure that even the Asura God was terrified.
Yet it is precisely the most perfect nourishment for the Asura God's position.
The Asura God strode to the edge of the blood pool.
Looking down at Tang San, who was floating in the blood.
"I originally wanted to proceed gradually, letting you slowly adapt to the power of the Asura God."
"But now, there's no time."
The voice of the Asura God echoed in the hall, carrying a desperate madness.
"Tang San, if you don't want to die, then you'd better suffer this!"
Before he could finish speaking...
The Asura God raised his right hand.
In the palm of his hand, a dark red sphere of primordial light condensed and took shape.
That is the core essence of the Asura God's position.
It is also his most fundamental power as an enforcer of the divine realm.
"go!"
The Asura God roared and pressed his right hand down sharply.
That terrifying primal power transformed into a crimson pillar of light, directly blasting towards Tang San in the blood pool.
There was no gentleness whatsoever.
It was pure violence.
"boom--!!!"
The blood pool instantly boiled, stirring up thousands of waves of blood.
Tang San, who was originally unconscious, suddenly curled up into a shrimp-like shape.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
A bloodcurdling scream burst from Tang San's mouth.
The sound was not like a human voice, but more like the wailing of a vengeful ghost.
pain.
Even the most brutal tortures cannot describe this kind of pain.
The immense divine source forcibly tore apart his meridians and shattered his bones, which were then reassembled under the influence of the Asura divine power.
Every cell is exploding.
Every inch of my soul is burning.
Black blood gushed from Tang San's seven orifices at the same time, and his eyeballs almost burst open.
"Hold on!"
The Asura God's face was contorted with rage as he continued to press down with both hands, relentlessly channeling divine power.
"Do you want revenge?"
"Do you want to kill Chiyu?"
Do you want to take back everything you've lost?
"Then you'd better hold back!"
The words of the Asura God seeped into Tang San's mind like a spell.
revenge...
Kill Qianyu...
In this hellish torment, Tang San's consciousness, on the verge of collapse, clung desperately to these two lifelines.
The Asura Temple, a pool of blood churns.
There is no concept of time here, only endless crimson and slaughter.
The thick blood was not just a liquid, but more like a collection of resentment from countless souls who died under the Asura Sword.
They frantically burrowed into Tang San's shattered body.
Every drop of blood that seeped in was accompanied by excruciating pain, like being corroded by strong acid.
"ah--!!"
Screams echoed through the hall once more.
Tang San's body convulsed violently in the blood pool, like a live shrimp thrown into a frying pan.
The vibrant aura that the Blue Silver Emperor had originally bestowed upon him was now being rapidly stripped away.
Instead, a desolate, violent, and destructive dark force has taken its place.
Asura God Power.
This most domineering law enforcement force in the divine realm is forcibly transforming his mortal body.
The blue aura that originally belonged to the Sea God attempted to rebel and protect Tang San's meridians.
But in the face of the Asura God's absolute killing power, that little bit of residual Sea God's divine power was like a bubble, easily shattered.
Tang San's skin began to turn black, covered with strange, blood-red demonic patterns.
His bones, after breaking, regrowed and were no longer the warm white of a human, but rather a metallic dark red.
pain.
The pain was excruciating.
The pain was so intense that even my soul trembled.
If it were the old Tang San, he might have already fainted thanks to his so-called strong will.
But not now.
The Asura God would not allow him to fall into a coma.
That divine power stimulated his nerves, forcing him to remain fully conscious and savor every bit of pain.
Only in extreme suffering can the seeds of hatred sprout.
Only under the torment of living a life worse than death will the last glimmer of light in humanity be completely extinguished.
Tang San's vision was now blurred by blood.
But the images in his mind were terrifyingly clear.
In front of Jialing Pass.
That man in white, as pure as snow.
That hand that casually flips over divine attributes.
The head of the sea god, trampled into the mud.
besides...
And then there's Poseidon, kneeling on the ground, wagging his tail and begging for mercy like a dog.
"puff!"
Tang San suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
That was the blood stasis caused by anger, and also the last bit of rationality belonging to a "human" in his body.
Poseidon.
That was the god he worshipped.
It was his reliance, which he once thought was invincible and capable of sweeping away all obstacles.
And what was the result?
He was killed like a chicken.
Even divine status was discarded like trash.
What a humiliation!
How ironic.
"Father..."
Tang San's fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and he felt nothing even as they dug until they were bloody and mangled.
He thought of Tang Hao again.
That towering figure, that man hailed as Haotian Douluo.
He just died like that.
No remains were found.
Even in death, it couldn't cause Qianyu the slightest harm.
This feeling of powerlessness.
This feeling of despair from being crushed by absolute power.
Like a venomous snake, it coiled tightly around Tang San's heart, tightening its grip ever more.
Why?
On what grounds?
He was clearly a transmigrator, possessed twin martial souls, and had mastered the art of hidden weapons.
I am clearly the chosen one!
Why did we lose so badly?
"Because I wasn't ruthless enough..."
A sudden realization flashed in Tang San's bloodshot eyes.
It's because they still care about so-called justice.
It's because I still want to maintain what I call my bottom line.
If only I could be like Qianyu, ignoring all rules and trampling on all dignity.
Would the outcome be different?
"strength..."
Tang San let out a hoarse whisper.
As long as I can get revenge.
As long as I can kill Qianyu.
What does it matter what it becomes?
Even if it means becoming a demon, even if it means eternal damnation, as long as I can trample that man under my feet!
This moment.
Tang San's last line of defense collapsed.
That "pure and immaculate" that he always touted, that "path to death" that he always mentioned.
All of that was thrown to the winds.
He no longer resisted the Asura divine power that invaded his body.
on the contrary.
He opened every pore of his body, greedily devouring this evil and powerful force.
"boom!"
A huge vortex suddenly exploded in the center of the blood pool.
The originally calmly flowing Asura divine power surged wildly into Tang San's body like a flood that had found an outlet.
His body stopped convulsing.
His once handsome face was now changing at a visible speed.
His facial features began to distort.
High cheekbones and deep-set eyes.
Her once smooth blue hair instantly turned a deathly gray-white, and then was dyed dark red by the rich aura of blood.
That red was so dark it was almost black, so red it was nauseating.
A suffocating aura of evil erupted from his body.
That was pure evil.
Evil without a trace of impurity.
When the Asura God, seated on his throne, saw this scene, a slight ripple finally appeared in his eyes, which had remained calm and still for millennia.
That's satisfaction.
We are even more excited.
He doesn't need a successor with a strong sense of justice.
The Asura God, the master of slaughter.
Only a monster filled with extreme hatred, willing to abandon all humanity for power, can truly unleash the power of the Asura Divine Sword.
The Tang San of the past, although talented, had too many concerns and was too hypocritical.
Tang San now.
Only then can it be considered a perfect piece of raw jade.
With just a little polishing, it becomes the sharpest killing sword.
Within the pool of blood.
Tang San slowly straightened up.
The power of Asura condensed on his body, transforming into a dark red, ferocious suit of armor.
The armor was covered with sharp spikes, like the fangs of a demon.
He slowly raised his head.
The pupils in those eyes were no longer visible; only two burning crimson flames remained.
The corners of his mouth gradually cracked open.
Until it cracked into an exaggerated arc.
That's not an expression a human being could make.
That was the savage grin of an evil spirit on earth.
"Hahaha..."
The laughter was initially a bit dry, like a broken bellows.
But soon.
The voice grew louder and louder, more and more frantic.
Hahahaha!!!
Tang San laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.
The laughter made the entire Asura Temple buzz.
He sensed it.
That surging power within his body, that terrifying divine power capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart.
This is God!
This is true power!
The me who used to play with Blue Silver Grass is a joke.
What kind of control-type Soul Master?
What kind of concealed weapon technique?
Before absolute killing power, they are all trash!
Tang San suddenly lowered his head and looked at his hands covered with dark red scales.
He gripped it tightly.
The space in the palm of his hand was actually cracked by the pressure.
This is the power of the Asura God.
This is the power of a god-king.
The thrill of controlling everything and being able to take away other people's lives at will intoxicated and fascinated him.
"Qianyu..."
Tang San squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.
Every word seemed to be stained with blood, flesh, and a deep-seated hatred.
His expression became increasingly distorted, his features scrunched up, making him look exceptionally evil.
"You killed my father."
"Destroy my position as the Sea God."
"It made me lose face in front of the whole world."
"This enmity is irreconcilable!"
Tang San suddenly swung his arm.
A crimson burst of energy swept out, blasting a huge stone pillar beside the blood pool into dust.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.
His voice was like a curse from the deepest hell.
"Wait until I become the Asura God King."
"When I return to the mortal world with this power."
"Qianyu, I will definitely tear you to pieces!"
"I'm going to cut off pieces of your flesh, one by one!"
"I'm going to crush your bones, one by one!"
At this point, Tang San revealed an extremely lewd and cruel expression.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his chapped lips.
"And your women..."
"That Qian Renxue."
"That Empress Haiyue."
"Even that Bibi Dong."
"I will arrest them all."
"Cripple their cultivation and break their arms and legs."
"I will reduce them all to the lowest of slaves!"
"I will make them grovel at my feet like dogs, wishing they could neither live nor die!"
Tang San at this moment.
Where is there even a trace of the former leader of Shrek Academy?
In his quest for revenge, he has completely abandoned all moral principles.
What about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame?
What moral principles?
In his eyes, nothing was as satisfying as trampling Qianyu under his feet and wantonly ravaging her.
As long as I can get revenge.
Even if he were to become a vengeful ghost, even if he were to fall into the deepest hell, he would do it willingly.
He wanted to destroy everything that man cherished in front of Qianyu and the whole world.
Only that way.
Only then can he wash away the humiliation he suffered at Jialing Pass.
Only that way.
Only then can the fire of revenge burning in his heart, making him restless day and night, be quelled.
Tang San was cultivating frantically in the blood pool.
He seemed tireless, circulating the Asura Divine Power again and again.
With each rotation, his aura grew even more sinister.
With each inhalation and exhalation, the surrounding blood energy becomes even more concentrated.
His body was like a black hole, greedily devouring all the negative energy around him.
Hatred.
Resentment.
Murderous intent.
These emotions, which would normally have had a huge impact on his mind, became his best nourishment at this moment.
He relished this process of depravity.
Because he discovered that only by falling into depravity could he become stronger.
On the throne of God.
The Asura God watched all of this silently.
He neither stopped Tang San's crazy remarks nor interfered with Tang San's almost self-destructive cultivation method.
on the contrary.
There was even a hint of appreciation on his cold, hard face.
This is the state he is most satisfied with regarding Tang San.
Reason is unnecessary.
No mercy is needed.
All you need is the sharpest, most vicious, and most insane knife.
Go help him kill that anomaly that threatens the rule of the gods.
"very good."
The Asura God spoke slowly, his voice echoing throughout the hall.
"Keep this hatred alive."
"It is your most powerful weapon."
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