You've Got Some Nerve

The young and strong members of the Asura Clan looked at each other, some opening their mouths as if to say something, but seeing the Clan Leader's "shut up and stand still" look, they wisely swallowed their words.

Wuma Xiu turned his head to look at the Spear floating beside him.

"I'm going to give you a task next."

Upon hearing Spear, the spear flipped over, its Spear Tip bending slightly, as if making a nodding gesture.

--Yes, Master! I promise to complete the mission!

Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze and waved his hand.

In an instant, numerous weapons appeared out of thin air on the open ground behind him: Long Sword, Short Daggers, Scimitars, Heavy Halberds, double maces, giant axes... a dazzling array, their cold glints gleaming.

These weapons also possess weapon spirits, but they are not often used by the Asura God.

It's always gathering dust.

The intelligence of artifact spirits is generally not high, roughly equivalent to that of a newborn. They are ignorant and only know how to obey their master's commands. Although they don't seem very smart, they are more than capable of teaching them.

"Next, everyone choose one."

After Wuma Xiu finished speaking, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Mo. The Asura Clan Leader, who had Sapphire Blue eyes, was looking up at him with eyes full of reverence.

Wuma Xiu pointed to the Spear floating to the side and said to Mo, "You, fight it."

Upon hearing Spear, the spear seemed to perk up completely.

It spun around, the Spear Tip aimed at Mo, and Sapphire Blue Divine Power flowed through the spear.

Thus, the Asura Clan officially entered hell mode due to Wuma Xiu's arrival.

For the first few days, screams echoed everywhere.

Being chased around the entire tribe by weapons is considered good; being shoved into the ground with only two legs sticking out is the norm.

Although those weapons were just spare parts gathering dust in Wuma Xiu's hands, any one of them could be a powerful weapon that could dominate a region, and they were no match for the Asura Clan.

As time went by, the Asura Clan people discovered that the power within them was growing stronger day by day.

The bloodline Divine Power, which was originally so thin as to be almost imperceptible, began to awaken under intense tempering.

In the process, they smoothly accepted the fact that the other was the Asura God and their Creation Lord.

Then, they understood.

So that's how it is. Their Creation Lord must have had a lot of good intentions.

The other side is here to make them stronger.

Moreover, the Creation Lord thoughtfully grouped them according to age and physical condition.

Do not force the elderly or pregnant women, and do not abandon the sick, disabled, or young.

The strictest punishment is for the young and middle-aged, because they will be responsible for the entire Asura Clan in the future.

This is truly a thoughtful and considerate effort.

There's a saying that goes, "It's better to rely on yourself than on others."

External support may be easier to obtain, and the protection of others may solve a temporary problem, but only by becoming truly strong can one stand firm in the face of any storm.

This is what the Creation Lord truly wanted to teach them.

After training for a whole month, Wuma Xiu was somewhat puzzled.

He simply couldn't understand how someone could be so weak and useless.

A month, a whole month.

He personally oversaw it.

All those spare weapons that had been gathering dust for years were put out for sparring, fighting from sunrise to sunset every day.

And the result?

Of this large group, no more than three could withstand ten moves from Spear. And none of them could escape unscathed from a siege of weapons.

How exactly did they manage to do that?

Wuma Xiu said he didn't understand.

The results of a month of training were evident, and the conventional, step-by-step methods were clearly not suitable for this group of hopeless individuals.

He decided to use a crash course method.

On this day, Mo announced to the entire Asura Clan that the training had officially ended.

The tribesmen stood below the high platform, looking up at the white-haired, red-eyed figure. After a month of grueling training, their gazes toward Wuma Xiu were now a mixture of fear and reverence.

They couldn't even withstand some weapons; they had no idea how strong their opponent truly was.

Wuma Xiu stood on the high platform, and under the gaze of all the Asura Clan, he extended his left hand. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a section of his forearm, and with his right hand gripping the Spear, he slashed fiercely.

Golden Divine Blood gushed from the wound.

Thanks to his powerful self-healing ability, Wuma Xiu raised his hand and made dozens more cuts.

Golden Divine Blood trickled down his arm.

The Spear hummed and trembled in his hand, its Spear Tip quivering with each stroke.

Wuma Xiu raised his Spear again, intending to deliver a few more blows.

This time, however, the Spear refused to cooperate.

It twisted its barrel, breaking free from his grasp. The Spear Tip pointed downwards, and the entire gun lay horizontally in front of him, vibrating violently with a buzzing sound.

--So much blood! Master, you don't feel sorry for it, but it does!

Its owner actually treated these weapons very well.

Take it for example. Although it gets flicked every now and then, it's all its own doing. If its owner really wants to discipline it, why not just break it in two?

Now let it shoot its owner's arm, one shot at a time.

Each shot made its liver tremble; it couldn't shoot any more.

Seeing the Spear's defiant stance, Wuma Xiu didn't force it. He lowered his wrist and glanced at the golden blood droplets floating in the air, making a rough estimate.

"That should be enough."

With a wave of his hand, the dozens of drops of golden Divine Blood suspended in the air transformed into a thick golden mist.

It enveloped all the Asura Clan below.

The golden mist seeped into the bloodstream the moment it touched the skin.

Every Asura Clan felt a warm and powerful force.

Mo stood at the very front, his Sapphire Blue Divine Power and golden blood mist intertwining, his eyes reflecting the white-haired, red-eyed figure on the high platform.

That's really strange.

He thought that tens of thousands of years had passed and that nothing would seem significant to him anymore. But at this moment, he could still feel his own excitement and heartache.

Their Creation Lord truly favored them greatly.

But with so much blood, won't the other person be in a lot of pain?

Mo could guess part of the other party's thoughts; they probably thought they were too weak, which was why they used this method.

But, having lost so much Divine Blood, won't they be bullied by other gods later?

"This Venerable 'm leaving." Wuma Xiu flicked his wrist, pulling down his sleeve to cover his now completely healed arm. "How much of this Divine Blood one can absorb depends entirely on their own fortune."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

Wuma Xiu looked down at the head buried in his waist.

Behind Mo, the other Asura Clan surged forward one after another, some hugging his waist, some pulling his arms, and some clinging to his legs.

The scene looked so familiar that Wuma Xiu's brow twitched.

This made him instantly hallucinate the scene from a month ago, when Mo was dragged hundreds of meters by a group of tribesmen and couldn't even leave the tribe's gate.

However, Wuma Xiu is not Mo.

He raised his hand and flicked his finger.

Mo Lian, along with the string of the Asura Clan behind him, all flew out and crashed into the ground with a loud bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Wuma Xiu stood on the high platform, looking down at the pile of the Asura Clan who had fallen flat on their backs, his scarlet eyelids slightly lowered.

"You're really bold!"