Chapter 221 Asura
Lu Ming looked at the golden figure and shook his head helplessly.
This girl.
She's still so proud, yet so fragile.
He stood up.
He wrapped his arms around Qian Renxue's slender waist from behind.
He pulled her into his arms.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered:
"Who said you were a laborer?"
"You are my sharpest sword."
"She is also my proudest goddess."
Qian Renxue struggled a few times.
They couldn't break free.
Instead, Lu Ming hugged her even tighter.
Don't give me that.
"She's full of sweet talk, just to coax me into working for her."
That's what they say.
But his body honestly went limp.
Lu Ming chuckled softly, his hand moving upwards along her waist.
"When have I ever only asked you to risk your life?"
"I've poured the most heart and soul into you."
"Whether it was helping you become a god before, or now handing over the military power of the Divine Court to you."
"Xue'er".
You need to understand.
"It is precisely because you are the empress that I have high hopes for you."
"Those women are just for entertainment."
"Only you."
"She is the woman who can truly stand beside me and overlook this vast land."
These words.
Half true, half false.
But for Qian Renxue, it had a fatal effect.
Empress.
The woman standing next to him.
These words instantly shattered all her defenses.
That bit of jealousy vanished in that instant.
Instead.
It was a heart full of sweetness and pride.
yes.
I am the Queen Goddess.
No matter how favored those women were, they were still nothing more than concubines.
I am the most important person in my husband's heart.
Qian Renxue turned around.
Those golden eyes, still slightly misty, shone with an astonishing brightness.
She looked at Lu Ming.
She bit her red lips.
"That..."
"I want one too."
Three words.
It carries a hint of coquetry, yet also a touch of the domineering nature unique to angels.
"I want to make up for it."
"You have to make up for what you owe me these past few days, with interest."
Lu Ming looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his.
Looking into those longing eyes.
The fire in my heart was instantly ignited.
This is an angel god!
It is the noblest and most sacred being on the Douluo Continent.
But now, he's in her arms, begging for pleasure.
This sense of conquest is simply addictive.
"good."
Lu Ming's voice was hoarse.
He scooped her up in his arms.
"tonight."
"I'll make it all up to you."
"Let alone interest."
"I'll give you as much as you want."
Qian Renxue exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around Lu Ming's neck.
A bright smile bloomed on her face.
That was the smile of a victor.
"You said it yourself."
"No begging for mercy."
...
That night.
Sleepless nights are inevitable.
The noble angel has finally fallen to earth.
That golden palace gown, symbolizing sacredness and inviolability, was stripped away piece by piece.
It revealed the perfect, delicate body inside, enough to drive all living beings mad.
...
The next morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window into the bedroom.
Everything finally returned to calm.
Qian Renxue curled up in Lu Ming's arms like a lazy kitten.
Her long, golden hair was scattered on the pillow.
Her face was flushed with satisfaction.
She was sleeping soundly.
A faint smile lingered at the corners of her lips.
Lu Ming stroked her smooth, jade-like back.
This is the main hall of the shrine, bathed in bright sunlight, a place of tranquility and peace.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent.
That corner forgotten by the world.
It is a desolate place where the sun never shines.
The City of Slaughter.
There was no sunshine, no breeze, only darkness, dampness, and a thick, lingering smell of blood in the air.
The sky was dark red.
It felt like a long-dried scab, pressing heavily on my head, making it hard to breathe.
The ground is black.
The soil is soaked with the blood of countless years, and when you step on it, a dark red sap seeps out.
"Huff... huff..."
Heavy breathing echoed in a narrow, dirty alley.
A figure was wriggling on the ground.
The movements are very slow.
It's very difficult.
Each movement requires a tremendous amount of effort.
If you look closely, you'll find that this doesn't really count as "walking" at all.
Because he has no legs.
Below the knees, there was nothing but two bare, broken pieces of cloth wrapped around them, which had long since turned black and smelled foul.
That was Tang San, the former Sea God.
At this moment, he was not even as good as a stray dog on the roadside.
His hands dug deep into the hard, dirty soil, his fingernails already torn off, his flesh a bloody mess.
But he didn't seem to feel any pain.
The veins on his arms bulged out, like twisted earthworms.
Use force.
Drag and drop.
That broken piece of body moved forward a few inches through the mud.
Behind it, a long, dark red trail was left.
"Lu Ming..."
"Lu Ming!!!"
A deep, hissing roar escaped from the depths of Tang San's throat.
The voice was hoarse and rough, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
Each sound carried a deep-seated hatred.
This hatred sustained him from death.
It sustained him as he eked out a living in this hellish place.
A few days ago.
He thought he was going to die.
His legs were crippled, and the power of the Sea God was shattered by that man's finger, leaving him a cripple.
It's the Oscars.
That food-type Soul Master who is always joking around, but becomes more ruthless than anyone else when it matters.
Tang San still dares not recall that scene.
But he must remember.
Even though every time I think about it, my heart feels like it's being stabbed with a knife.
Oscar was also seriously injured at that time, exhausting all his life force to create the last two high-speed flying mushroom sausages.
He had no soul power; he had traded his life for it.
Oscar carried him on his back and flew north.
Fly as fast as it could.
Until they saw the terrifying entrance to the Killing City.
Oscar threw him in.
Oscar himself, however, collapsed outside the entrance, exhausted.
Tang San still remembers Oscar's last look.
There was no fear.
There is only liberation, and a sliver of hope for him.
"The mistress... live on..."
"Avenge me..."
Then.
Oscar has never been touched since.
His body rapidly withered away, a sign that his life force had been completely exhausted.
Tang San didn't even have time to bury him.
Because the pursuers were right behind him, and because he was a cripple, he could only crawl into this dark abyss like a worm.
"Clatter".
Not far ahead, a piece of rotten flesh lay on the ground.
"Great-grandfather..."
Tang San muttered to himself.
"I am your great-grandson..."
"You'll definitely help me, won't you?"
"As long as you're willing to help, the position of the Asura God... as long as I can inherit the Asura God..."
He lowered his head again.
Digging into the ground with both hands.
Continue that long and painful crawl.
One meter.
Two meters.
Ten meters.
...
I don't know how much time passed.
Those hands had been worn down to the point where the white bones were exposed.
Tang San finally climbed to the front of that magnificent and gloomy hall.
This is the heart of the Killing City.
Countless degenerates roamed around.
They stared at Tang San on the ground, their eyes gleaming with greed and bloodlust.
A cripple?
In the killing capital, this is the best prey.
If it weren't for the chilling aura of death and resentment emanating from Tang San, someone would probably have pounced on him and torn him to pieces long ago.
"roll!"
Tang San suddenly looked up.
That instant.
His pupils turned the color of the Purple Demon Eye, faint yet exuding a terrifying aura from the depths of his soul.
That was the lingering power of the strong.
The fallen ones around him were startled by the look in his eyes and instinctively took a few steps back.
Take advantage of this break.
Tang San mustered his last bit of strength and crawled into the main hall.
Inside the main hall.
The light became even dimmer.
A tall figure sat atop the high throne.
The man was completely encased in scarlet armor, obscuring his face.
All that could be seen was a head of long, blood-red hair, moving behind her without any wind.
An extremely terrifying killing intent filled the entire hall.
King of Slaughter.
Or rather, Tang Chen.
Tang San's heart began to pound violently.
That was exciting.
He finally met him.
This is the legend of the Haotian Sect, his great-grandfather, the only being in the world who could possibly stand against Lu Ming!
"Great-grandfather!"
Tang San let out a shrill scream.
The sound echoed in the hall.
The figure on the throne moved slightly.
Those scarlet eyes slowly opened.
There was no emotion involved.
There is no reason.
There is only endless madness and chaos.
Those were the eyes of someone parasitized by the Nine-Headed Bat King, murky and clouded.
"Great-grandfather...I was the mistress!"
"I am a disciple of the Haotian Sect!"
"I am Tang Hao's son!"
Tang San shouted as he tried to prop himself up so the other person could see his face.
He even wanted to unleash the Clear Sky Hammer.
However, his martial spirit had already shattered and his soul power was sealed, so he could not summon the complete Clear Sky Hammer at all.
The King of Slaughter on the throne tilted his head.
It seemed to be pondering what the insect on the ground was calling out.
"Hao...Tian..."
A hoarse voice came from under the mask.
Intermittently.
With a hint of confusion.
A tremendous hope burst forth in Tang San's eyes.
"Yes! Haotian!"
"Great-grandfather, do you recognize me?"
"Help me! Great-grandfather, help me!"
"Help me kill Lu Ming! Help me kill the person who destroyed the Tang family!"
Tang San kowtowed frantically.
His forehead slammed against the hard floor, drawing blood.
However.
The next second.
"Quarrel..."
The King of Slaughter frowned.
With a wave of his hand.
boom!
A dark red shockwave erupted instantly, like an impenetrable wall, and slammed into Tang San's body.
"puff!"
Tang San was thrown out like a rag doll.
It crashed heavily into a pillar in the main hall.
Then it slid down.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
pain.
Heart-wrenching pain.
But what hurts even more is the heart.
Tang San stared blankly at the man on the throne.
The man didn't even glance at him again.
Instead, he grabbed the Bloody Mary from the glass next to him, drank it all in one gulp, and let out a strange, bat-like shrill laugh.
That's insane.
My great-grandfather went mad.
He doesn't recognize himself.
In the eyes of this king of slaughter, he was nothing more than a noisy fly.
So-called family ties, so-called blood ties.
In this hell, you are worthless.
despair.
A deep sense of despair enveloped Tang San.
Lu Ming's mocking smile resurfaced in my mind.
"I was wondering why I hadn't seen you."
"So that's why you came to this dirty place."
It seems that even auditory hallucinations are occurring.
Tang San clenched his teeth tightly, and blood seeped from his gums.
No.
I cannot die.
I can't just let this go.
It doesn't matter that my great-grandfather went mad.
Since we can't rely on people, let's rely on God!
Tang San's gaze passed over the King of Slaughter and looked towards the deep entrance at the heart of the main hall.
The area was radiating a chilling heat.
Road to Hell.
The Path of Trials Leading to the Inheritance of the Asura God.
Since my great-grandfather couldn't give me strength.
Then I'll go get it myself!
Even if it means selling my soul to the devil, I would do it without hesitation!
Tang San moved.
This time, he did not try to wake Tang Chen.
Instead, he silently turned away.
Climb towards the entrance to Hell Road.
One step, one bloodstain.
He took something out of his pocket.
It was a black piece of iron.
The edges are sharp, and it is decorated with strange patterns.
These are fragments left after the Haotian Hammer shattered.
It is also the only thing that still possesses divinity about him.
When Poseidon's trident shattered, his divine position vanished.
But within this fragment, a trace of the Asura God's aura still lingers.
That was his last gamble.
Arrive at the altar at the entrance to Hell Road.
This is a huge pool of blood.
The blood inside was churning and steaming.
Tang San stopped.
He looked at the piece of iron in his hand.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
"Pfft!"
Without the slightest hesitation.
He gripped the metal sheet tightly and slashed his wrist open.
Fresh blood gushed out instantly.
Not just one or two drops.
Instead, it flows like a spring.
He simply hung his wrist above the pool of blood.
He let his life essence flow away, merging into the churning pool of blood.
His face quickly turned as pale as paper.
His body trembled violently due to blood loss.
A feeling of dizziness washed over me.
But he bit his tongue hard, using the pain to keep himself awake.
That's not enough.
This amount of blood is not enough.
A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
He raised the fragment of the Haotian Hammer, stained with his own blood.
Use all your strength.
He plunged the sword deep into his own chest!
"Ughhhhh!!!"
A painful roar echoed throughout the hall.
But he didn't stop.
Instead, he gripped the shards and churned them violently in his chest.
My heart's blood!
He wanted to use his purest heart's blood as a sacrifice to awaken the god who ruled over slaughter!
"The great Asura God..."
Tang San's voice trembled, yet it carried a desperate madness.
"I am a descendant of Tang Chen..."
"I am the successor you have chosen…"
Look at me!
"Look at the hatred that fills my heart!"
"Look at my humble, ant-like state!"
The entire altar was stained red with blood.
Nourished by the heart's blood, the fragment of the Haotian Hammer began to emit a faint red glow.
An ancient, desolate, and chilling will seems to be awakening from its slumber.
Tang San felt his life slipping away rapidly.
My vision started to blur.
Darkness came like a tide, threatening to engulf him.
But he was still smiling.
His smile was ferocious.
His laughter was terrifying.
"I do not seek immortality..."
"I do not seek ultimate bliss..."
"All I want is power."
"As long as it can kill Lu Ming!"
Even if it transforms me into a demon, even if it condemns me to eternal damnation!
"Help me..."
"Give me strength!!!"
The crimson blood of the heart flowed meanderingly along the fragments of the Haotian Hammer.
No dust fell.
Instead, it transformed into an extremely fine, yet incredibly resilient, red thread.
It ignored the thick black soil of the killing capital.
They ignored the perpetual gloom that hung over this sinful land.
It also ignored the spatial barriers of Douluo Continent.
It goes upwards.
Keep going upwards.
Passing through the atmosphere, passing through the void, passing through the dimensional constraints that ordinary people cannot fathom.
Reaching straight to that supreme place.
(End of chapter)