Hundred Battles Killing Spear, the Goddess of Life's Resentment

"Hyah."

The next day, after breakfast, Su Chen bought a horse in the city, then headed straight out of town and traveled east.

Su Chen had never learned to ride before, but with his current physical abilities and reflexes, he quickly mastered it, as though he had been born on horseback.

Not long after leaving the city, Su Chen saw that the road ahead was blocked by a fallen tree.

A smile tugged at Su Chen's lips as he reined in his horse.

Five or six thugs wielding swords and sabers emerged from the forests on either side.

They did not bother with lines like, "This road was built by me, this tree was planted by me," nor did they bluntly demand his money. Instead, they simply surrounded him with murderous looks in their eyes.

"So they really came."

Su Chen had noticed someone watching him yesterday.

It made sense. He was a child who had spent quite a bit of money yesterday, and there had not been an adult beside him. Naturally, that would attract the attention of certain people.

Su Chen even recognized one of them as a clerk from a shop he had visited yesterday.

He had thought they would make their move last night. They had been patient enough to wait another night.

"Get off the horse..."

"Quit wasting words. Do it."

One man had barely opened his mouth when the leader cursed at him.

Then, the leader swung his saber at Su Chen.

"Heh~"

Before the man's saber had even reached halfway through its swing, a bloody hole had appeared in his throat.

Su Chen showed no hesitation toward these bandits who blocked roads, robbed people, and murdered for wealth. He simply raised his hand and thrust out his spear.

"Ah~"

The others had never expected that robbing a child would go so disastrously wrong.

In a single exchange, their leader had already died.

"He's only one person... urgh."

Su Chen felt none of the discomfort that came with killing someone for the first time. Instead, he felt a surge of exhilaration as he backhandedly stabbed another man to death.

He felt the Life-Killing Spear in his hand growing faintly hot, while its shaft seemed to emit a dim red glow.

It was not a dazzling, eye-catching crimson, but a deep, restrained red that carried the scent of blood.

The remaining few were terrified out of their wits. How could they still regard Su Chen as an ordinary child? Each fled faster than the last.

But how could they possibly outrun a horse?

Su Chen urged his horse after them, and within moments, the rest of them had all perished.

"Douluo Continent really isn't peaceful. There are far too many bad people."

It had only been Su Chen's second day since leaving the village, yet several lives had already fallen by his hand.

Perhaps because Su Chen was too young and looked far too harmless, he had become an easy target. If he had been a burly man, these bullies who feared the strong and preyed on the weak likely would not have dared to act.

"The Hundred Battles Spear Art was forged through countless battles. Hard training is certainly important, but real combat is indispensable as well."

The God of Destruction did not care in the slightest about the deaths of a few people who were not even Soul Masters.

Combined, they were not even as strong as the Sea Soul Beast Su Chen had killed.

The God of Destruction redrawn Su Chen's route.

Aside from the ownerless wealth he had already marked, he also marked several places occupied by bandits and mountain brigands.

Some of those bandit camps even had Soul Masters among them.

Of course, Soul Masters reduced to becoming bandits could not possibly be high-level Soul Masters. They were merely around Level Ten or so, having just crossed the threshold into becoming Soul Masters.

Although Su Chen had yet to obtain his first Soul Ring, the Hundred Battles Spear Art was more than enough for dealing with them.

After receiving the God of Destruction's updated route, Su Chen swung the Life-Killing Spear and cleaved the tree blocking the road in half.

Then, with a flick of the spear tip, he tossed half the tree aside.

He likewise dragged the bandits' corpses into the woods beside the road so they would not frighten travelers.

He was wealthy now, but he still searched the bodies briefly.

After all, in some stories of turning the tables, one could loot something good from the corpses.

But these people were truly dirt poor. Let alone treasures, they could not even scrape together a single Gold Soul Coin.

"Hyah~"

Su Chen leaped onto his horse, cracked the reins, and rode away.

God Realm, Castle of Destruction.

The Seven Original Sin Gods had not yet left.

However, they were not constantly seeking instruction from the God of Destruction. After receiving his guidance, they felt they had gained something, and they would exchange ideas and debate among themselves.

The Castle of Destruction, which in the past had rarely received anyone besides the God of Destruction, had suddenly become lively.

This unprecedented sight also drew the attention of several other gods, and the God of Ruin was one of them.

"My lord, those seven can all listen to your teachings. You mustn't favor them over others and forget about your subordinate."

The God of Ruin was also a god of the God of Destruction's faction, one of his old guards.

Seeing the God of Ruin, the God of Destruction felt somewhat conflicted.

In the future, the God of Ruin would pass down his divine position to someone named Zhou Weiqing.

When Zhou Weiqing first arrived in the God Realm, the God of Destruction had taken great care of him.

Yet it was this new God of Ruin, Zhou Weiqing, who had stabbed him shamefully in the back at the critical moment of his struggle against Tang San.

Zhou Weiqing had even shamelessly claimed that Tang San had shown him kindness first, and that he had no choice but to make that decision.

If Zhou Weiqing had not initially stood by his side and had instead openly opposed him from the start, the God of Destruction would not have been so angry.

Sure enough, everyone cut from the same cloth as Tang San was shameless.

The God of Destruction made up his mind. He would never allow the God of Ruin to pass his divine position on to Zhou Weiqing again. He would let Zhou Weiqing grow old and die in the lower realm instead.

"My lord, why are you looking at me like that? It's giving me the chills."

The God of Ruin was not timid, but under the God of Destruction's gaze, he could not help feeling a chill down his back.

"Since you're here, stay. Whether you gain anything will depend on your own luck."

"Yes, thank you, my lord."

The God of Ruin immediately breathed a sigh of relief and beamed with joy.

Sure enough, his lord still regarded him as one of his own.

"Dali, have you considered passing down your divine position?"

The God of Ruin was also known as the God of Might. The God of Destruction's way of addressing him made him feel that his lord regarded him with particular closeness.

"I have indeed considered it, but I haven't decided yet. A suitable successor isn't so easy to find, so I'll leave it to fate."

After saying that, the God of Ruin glanced at the God of Destruction's expression and added,

"If my lord has any instructions, whether you want me to pass down my divine position early or continue serving you, I will do either."

"Very well. Then remain in the God Realm. Even if you wish to pass down your divine position, you must inform me first."

"Yes, I obey."

The God of Ruin grinned broadly and even raised his eyebrows at the God of Wrath.

See? My lord still values me the most and can't bear to let me leave the God Realm. You lot are the unreliable ones.

The God of Wrath rolled his eyes.

In the past, faced with the God of Ruin's provocation, even if he did not act, he would certainly have become angry.

But after the God of Destruction's guidance, his control over his anger had clearly improved.

With one more God of Ruin, the Castle of Destruction became even livelier.

And news of the bustle within the Castle of Destruction eventually reached the Goddess of Life's Forest of Life through the mouths of other gods.

Upon hearing the news, the Goddess of Life felt both happy and somewhat depressed.

She was happy because, just as the God of Destruction had said, his comprehension of the Path of Destruction had deepened further, and his personality had greatly improved. He was no longer as cold and distant as before.

Naturally, she was depressed because the God of Destruction was chatting merrily with the Seven Original Sin Gods in the Castle of Destruction, yet when he had come to see her, he had arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Could it be that his wife was not even as important as those subordinates?