"War God's trial—demonic sound piercing the ears?!"
A glint flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. It was obvious now: if he wanted to obtain the War God's inheritance, he had to endure the demonic sound erupting from Sound Pattern Mountain.
If he could withstand it, he could become the second War God.
If he could not, he would become a handful of dust.
This trial was simple and pure, yet cruel as well.
In truth, it was not all that different from the True Demon God's inheritance. Both sought to select candidates compatible with their divine power. Those who fit would pass; those who did not would die.
In fact, Xia Ping had roughly grasped the power of the Demonic Sound Tide within Sound Pattern Mountain. It came in two forms. One was physical assault: the power of sound patterns condensed into substance, unbreakable, shattering the void.
The other was a soul attack.
Many Saints feared no physical attack at all, for most Saints possessed immensely powerful bodies, some even reaching a state where no law could invade them. Yet soul attacks were the one thing they feared.
Such attacks seeped through the body and through the void, striking directly at the soul itself and ignoring every defense. If one's soul defense was not strong enough, death was almost certain.
Thus, when the Demonic Sound Tide swept in, many Saints could not withstand it. Their souls shattered into pieces, torn apart in all directions. Even immortal bodies could not resist it, and they slept here forever.
Not even invincible Saints were exceptions.
"Interesting. Soul attacks just happen to be what I fear least."
At that thought, Xia Ping immediately smiled.
An ordinary Saint would likely turn back upon facing such a trial, but he was different.
Setting everything else aside, the