Thick-skinned and narcissistic

It is the Spear of the Asura God.

It is loyal to its master, hardworking and conscientious, intelligent and handsome... captivating countless Spears in the world.

Of course, none of these are the most important.

Most importantly, it's shameless.

If its owner kicks it, it will twist the barrel, rub against its owner's palm a couple of times, then buzz and sing a hymn of praise, and finally act cute.

When its owner scolds it, it silently repeats in its mind:

Wow, the owner has such great eloquence and precise word choice; even his insults about guns are so powerful.

Although it is subservient to its own people, it strikes hard against foreign powers.

Of all the countless Spears in the world, this one dares to stand tall and say:

Everyone here is trash.

Those pieces of scrap metal are not even worthy of being compared to it!

It is a legendary weapon that has emerged from among hundreds of other weapons and firmly holds the top spot as its master's most beloved weapon.

Sigh, I'm just a legend, so please don't get obsessed with me.

Despite its boundless arrogance and outrageous strength, it is now facing an unprecedented cataclysmic crisis.

Some people might wonder.

With such a powerful and formidable divine spear, what kind of world-ending crisis could threaten it?

Today, Spear Bro 'll give you a proper explanation.

Here's what happened.

Today, after many hardships, it finally returned to its owner's side. It happily anticipated the heartwarming moment of Reunion that was about to begin.

The owner held it and praised it, saying, "You're the best fit for me."

It then buzzes twice more to indicate humility.

The scene was filled with affection between master and servant, and everyone was happy.

And the result?

The owner did indeed hold it, and he did indeed speak. He said, "Where have you been gallivanting off to all these years?"

Fool around?

What can a gun possibly do?

It had been planted in the ground for who knows how many years, exposed to wind, sun, and rain, and was almost rusty. And the owner actually said it was just messing around?

Okay, that's nothing.

The owner flicked it twice, a bit too hard, but it's tough and resilient; a crack is nothing, it'll heal in no time.

The problem lies in the question the owner asked.

"Confess honestly."

What should be explained?

That Asura Clan really isn't its child!

It's a gun, it doesn't even have a gender, how can it reproduce?

The Spear in Wuma Xiu's hands turned red with anxiety, Sapphire Blue Divine Power surged wildly, vibrating and buzzing.

Suddenly, Spear, seemingly struck by a flash of inspiration but actually under the threat of death, finally remembered something long buried in his memory.

Before its owner disappeared, it was still using it to kill indiscriminately.

It was so magnificent back then.

Unfortunately, for some reason, the owner said to it, "This Venerable 'm leaving," and tossed it aside. It never appeared again after that.

However, it wasn't just it that was thrown out at that time; it also seemed that a drop of its owner's blood was also thrown out.

It must be said that those gods were of decent quality; they were even able to make their owner bleed a drop.

With that thought, the Spear suddenly trembled and its entire body lit up.

It found the key clue to solving the case.

Spear: Master, I remember now! It's not mine, it's yours!

It spun wildly excitedly in Wuma Xiu's palm, the Spear Tip desperately pointing at Wuma Xiu's own fingers.

Spear: It's that drop of Divine Blood you threw out back then, Master. You yourself don't remember, so don't pin the blame on my innocent spearhead!

Wuma Xiu searched deep into his memory for a while. And sure enough, there really was such a scene.

It seems that the drop of Divine Blood, combined with the Divine Power that had been attached to the Spear for many years, eventually gave birth to a new race.

After all the calculations, it turns out that the Asura Clan really is inextricably linked to him.

Wuma Xiu glanced at the Spear that was still buzzing pitifully, reached out and patted it, the force much lighter than when he fired the two bullets, as if he were just casually stroking it.

The Spear trembled.

The Sapphire Blue light on the gun barrel instantly switched from its previous aggrieved expression to one of triumph.

It turned around!

Although its owner wronged it and even flicked it, the owner now knows he was wrong!

The Spear was so moved that its entire shaft trembled, and it decided to strike while the iron was hot and perform a show for its master.

With a whoosh, it flew into the air, its spear swaying at the end and its Spear Tip upwards. In front of the group of bruised and battered Evil Gods, it began to perform... a backflip.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

The Spear flipped incredibly fast and with great gusto, and at the height of its exhilaration, it even performed a 360-degree spin in the air, followed by a Thomas Flair.

Wuma Xiu rubbed his temples.

The Spear flipped and tumbled in the air, backflip followed by sideflip, and sideflip followed by a 360-degree spin.

The sky was filled with streaks of Sapphire Blue light, making his eyes dazzled.

Wuma Xiu admitted that he had wronged it earlier, but that didn't mean he could tolerate it performing acrobatics on his head.

That's enough.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and grabbed the gun, pulling it down from the air and stopping its unrestrained rampage.

The Spear hummed twice in his palm, still wanting more, but he dared not act rashly again.

However, he didn't come here today to watch his gun do somersaults.

He's here to set the rules.

Wuma Xiu moved swiftly, standing atop the assembled Evil Gods.

He released his Spear and swung it backhand.

The Long Sword then transformed into a streak of Flowing Light and flew into his palm.

The sword was long and slender, its cold light shimmering, reflecting in his deep, dark red eyes, making him appear even more formal and menacing than before.

The Spear was left aside, and it gave a sour buzz, but ultimately didn't rush over to grab a spot.

When the master wields the sword, it means he is relatively calm; but if it were the sword, then blood would truly be drawn.

See? My position is unshakeable.

Wuma Xiu's scarlet eyes swept over the bruised and swollen faces below.

"It has been a long time since This Venerable have appeared before you, and some gods have grown increasingly bold. The rules remain the same. If any god does not wish to abide by them, then you are welcome to challenge This Venerable."

"You win, so you get to decide."

"If you lose, you'll be torn to shreds by This Venerable, just like this."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wuma Xiu swung his sword down with a backhand motion.

The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through heaven and earth. This already ravaged Abandoned Planet was split open from the center by this sword, and then it was shattered in two with a crash.

Planet: Ah--I've cracked.

The Evil Gods present stared at the enormous crack, then touched their still throbbing wounds, and finally looked in unison at the figure standing in the sky with a sword in hand.

I don't know who knelt down first.

In short, when the first Evil God knelt on the ground, the entire group of Evil Gods collapsed like dominoes being toppled.

Their postures varied, but their expressions were remarkably similar.

The God of Calamity- looking man gazed up at Wuma Xiu, his plum-blossom eyes filled with a burning light, muttering to himself:

"That's the feeling... that's the feeling..."

They were crushed, conquered, and rubbed into the ground, yet they had no power to fight back.

The strong seek to become stronger.

This is his reason for following Asura God, and it has never changed from beginning to end.

The God of Desire knelt at the forefront of the pile of Evil Gods, his heterochromatic eyes churning with madness.

He is the God of Desire, faithful to desire.

Now, his desires have become tangible.

The God of Lies knelt beside the God of Desire, his gentle, harmless face devoid of its usual smile.

Some gods might think that everything the God of Lies does is a lie.

His smile was fake, his submissiveness was fake, his...

Perhaps only the God of Lies himself knows that he was indeed a liar for his entire life.

He lied to his enemies, he lied to everything in the world.

But before the Asura God, he always offered his truest heart.

Unfortunately, the Asura God didn't seem to trust him much.

But it's okay, time will prove him right.

He will follow Asura God forever, in whatever way, and for whatever time.

The rules among the Evil Gods are very simple, with no twists and turns. Even if there are, in the end, the strong are respected.

For them, the Asura God was an unshakeable pinnacle.