Asura God Prepares to Be the Sixth Man

Looking at the tightly shut gates of the Angel God Temple, which radiated a holy light yet seemed to bear the mocking grin of a victor.

And looking at Poseidon, the Sea God, trembling with rage outside the gates, his trident phantom flickering unsteadily as if he might lose control and tear the place down at any moment...

All the divine senses spying from the shadows retreated in silence, their moods incomparably complex.

The drama today was a bit too much to digest, and frankly... it shattered their worldview.

But regardless, their perception of the Angel God—this woman—had been recalibrated to a brand new, shocking height.

She was truly a ruthless character who had created her own godhood from a mortal plane and fought her way up to the God Realm!

Such audacity, such methods, and such... such thickness of skin!

They admitted that if it were them, they absolutely, positively could not bring themselves to offer their own bodies to their successor.

This had transcended the scope of being unscrupulous; it had reached a supreme realm of feeding oneself to the tiger, a state where one would even sabotage oneself to achieve a goal.

How shameful!

How lacking in class!

Did she not care about the dignity and face of a deity?

The Angel God replied:

Face?

What is that?

Can it be used as divine power?

Can it help me ascend from a First-Class Main God to a God King?

If it could, I might consider keeping a little bit.

If it can't?

Heh, that thing—might as well throw it away.

Anyway...

The Angel God thought of Ye Qing's young yet exceptionally calm face, his clear eyes carrying a hint of cunning, and the smile at the corners of her mouth deepened.

A flash of determination crossed her golden eyes.

Anyway, as long as she could snatch that interesting little guy with infinite potential, and incidentally anger that brute Poseidon to death...

This move was, no matter how you looked at it, a massive profit!

Just as the tug-of-war between the Sea God and the Angel God—a battle that had left the gods' jaws on the floor—came to a temporary halt.

Elsewhere, inside a temple with a completely different atmosphere.

The Asura God Hall.

Unlike the vastness of the Sea God Hall or the holy radiance of the Angel God Temple, this hall was entirely a dull, dark red, as if forged from congealed blood and the bones of countless slaughters.

The light inside was dim, with only wisps of tangible, crimson baleful aura flowing around the divine throne.

They writhed slowly like living creatures, exuding a cold killing intent that made the soul tremble.

On the throne at the highest point of the hall sat a towering figure.

He was clad in hideous dark red divine armor, his face shrouded in the shadow of a mask.

Only his eyes, like two bottomless pools of blood, radiated a terrifying majesty that disregarded everything and judged life and death.

He was the Enforcer of the God Realm, one of the Five God Kings, the one who held dominion over slaughter, judgment, and order—the Asura God.

At this moment, the Asura God's blood-colored eyes, which could chill the heart of any deity, were piercing through the endless barriers between the God Realm and the lower realm, quietly watching a corner of Martial Soul Hall on Douluo Continent.

His gaze locked precisely onto a small, thin figure.

"A Seraphim Martial Soul... that has reached the level of a God King?"

A low, cold voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, echoed slowly through the empty, deathly silent Asura God Hall.

"Interesting."

"Such a pure and ultimate source of light and holiness; no wonder it could incite such intense competition between those two, Poseidon and the Angel God, to the point where the Angel God would even go so far as to..."

Just then, he seemed to think of something.

His gaze seemed to pierce through Ye Qing's body, seeing the source of the Seraphim Martial Soul hidden deep within his bloodline, not yet fully awakened.

It was a light of the extreme, a righteousness of the extreme.

It seemed diametrically opposed to the slaughter, destruction, and judgment he commanded, like fire and water.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"Ultimate light... does not necessarily mean it cannot be transformed into ultimate slaughter."

"To forge the so-called Seraphim into a Slaughter Angel born only for judgment and destruction... it seems, that is not impossible."

Once this thought arose, it was like the most evil seed, rapidly taking root and sprouting in the Asura God's cold heart.

He thought of the long, drawn-out time in the God Realm, and the helplessness he felt at being unable to find a suitable successor due to the unique nature of his divine position.

Since Sea God and Angel God were fighting tooth and nail over a successor, even going so far as to lose all sense of decorum.

Did that not perfectly illustrate that the child named Ye Qing possessed talent and abilities that had reached an inconceivable level?

Furthermore...

Compared to those two, one representing the tolerance of the ocean and the other representing holy salvation.

His own divine position of Asura God, which represented absolute slaughter and judgment, might be better suited to stimulate some undiscovered potential within that child!

A Seraphim transformed into a Slaughter Angel...

Just the thought of it caused his heart, a God King's heart that had been silent for countless millennia, to ripple with a long-lost emotion.

What an astonishing, what a powerful successor that would be?

It would be enough to push his laws of slaughter as the Asura God to an unprecedented peak!

Thinking of this, the interest in the eyes of the Asura God gradually transformed into anticipation.

Following that, he slowly shifted his gaze, no longer confined to the Douluo Continent.

Instead, he cast his eyes toward another adjacent lower plane.

That was a world famous for Tang Sect hidden weapons and poisons, where martial arts flourished in parallel.

His gaze pierced through the plane barrier and landed upon a mountain wreathed in clouds and mist.

There, a youth dressed in blue martial attire, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and stubbornness, was hunched over a desk with total focus.

The tools in his hands danced as he meticulously crafted a strange hidden weapon with an incredibly complex structure, brimming with cold, murderous intent.

Sweat beaded on the youth's forehead, yet his eyes were startlingly bright.

It was as if what he held in his hands was not a lethal weapon, but the most perfect work of art in the world.

"Tang San..."

The Asura God silently spoke this name.

This youth was a seedling he had been observing for a long time.

His character was resilient, and his talent was exceptional.

In particular, that obsession and creativity regarding the path of hidden weapons.

As well as the extreme yearning for power and protection hidden deep within his heart, all shared a subtle resonance with his path of slaughter and judgment.

Given time, he might very well become an excellent successor.

However...

The Asura God's gaze swept slowly back and forth between the figures of Ye Qing and Tang San.

One was a peerless prodigy bearing a God King-level martial soul, sparking a frantic scramble between two primary first-tier gods, even causing the Angel God to be willing to offer herself; he was the pinnacle of light and holiness.

The other was a hidden weapon genius with a resilient character, superior comprehension, and a knack for using external forces and ingenuity, leaning more toward technique and temperament.

Which was superior?

Who was more compatible with his divine position of Asura God, which represented absolute power, absolute order, and absolute slaughter?

"Only with competition can there be progress; only with comparison can true gold be revealed."

The cold voice of the Asura God rang out once more.

This time, it carried a sense of indifference and playfulness, as if he were the master of fate.

"Let this Seat see..."

"Between you two little fellows, who is truly the one most qualified to take up this Asura Demon Sword."

Sea God Poseidon was still fuming with rage over the shamelessness of the Angel God, racking his brains to figure out how to win back a round.

The Angel God was self-satisfied in her temple, feeling that her little scheme had already secured the upper hand, and began happily planning her future divine life.

They probably never dreamed that while they were pulling out all the stops to compete for Ye Qing, even going so far as to personally intervene, One of the most supreme, mysterious, and feared Law Enforcement God Kings in the God Realm had already cast his cold gaze upon the successor they treated as a precious treasure.

Moreover, what this ultimate schemer plotted was by no means a simple succession.

What he wanted was to twist and forge that extreme light into the most extreme blade of slaughter.