How Dare You Humiliate Me

Asura laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, the grip on his throat tightening. "A mere divine official who just broke through to level one hundred? This Seat could crush you with a single finger."

He did not hold Qian Chongguang in any regard at all.

In the eyes of this supreme God King, a newly ascended god was no different from an ant on the ground.

Crushing him would be nothing more than a flick of the wrist.

He did not believe for a second that Qian Chongguang possessed any means to contend with a God King such as himself.

"If you don't believe it, you are welcome to let me try."

Qian Chongguang wiped the divine blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The bruised marks on his neck still throbbed with pain, yet there was not a shred of fear in his eyes; instead, they held a near-audacious certainty.

Upon hearing this, Asura first froze, then let out a scoff laced with malice. He truly did not take this newly ascended ant seriously. Rather than crushing him instantly, he decided he would rather see what kind of tricks this fellow, who had disrupted his plans for tens of thousands of years, could possibly pull off.

His fingertips loosened, and the force capable of pulverizing a divine soul suddenly withdrew. Qian Chongguang was sent stumbling back two steps by the residual shockwave before he could barely steady himself on the White Jade Divine Platform.

"Fine, This Seat will give you this chance to strike." Asura stood with his hands behind his back, his blood-colored robes snapping in the surging divine power, his killing intent undiminished. "I want to see exactly what earth-shattering ability you, an ant, have hidden up your sleeve."

Before the words had even faded, two diametrically opposed divine lights suddenly ignited in Qian Chongguang's palms.

In his left hand was a holy golden light of extreme brilliance, from which a sword of light engraved with six-winged angel patterns slowly took shape. The sacred power flowing through the blade was enough to purify all evil in the world—it was the most orthodox source of light from the Angel race. In his right hand, however, was an inky abyss so dense it seemed to swallow the light; a dark sword wreathed in shadowy patterns manifested simultaneously. The silence-inducing demonic energy surging on the blade formed a bizarre yet perfect balance with the ultimate light.

The moment the twin swords appeared, the entire Ascension Staircase was enveloped by the intertwined power of light and darkness.

Asura raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise finally crossing his otherwise indifferent eyes. He had governed the laws of slaughter for tens of thousands of years and was accustomed to the iron rule that light and darkness were incompatible; he knew better than anyone that the Angel race's source of light possessed an extreme repulsion toward dark power.

Yet this Qian Chongguang before him was actually able to control both light and dark powers with such harmony, even manifesting them into twin swords simultaneously?

But this surprise lasted only for an instant before being replaced by even deeper disdain. He scoffed, his tone filled with condescending contempt: "Twin swords of light and darkness? Is that all?"

"Whether or not it can catch the eye of the God King, you shall know once you take my strike!"

Qian Chongguang laughed aloud, his feet shattering the white jade of the platform as he lunged forward. His figure transformed into an afterimage woven of light and darkness, and he swung both swords in unison, unleashing a slash that tore through space toward Asura. The purifying power of light and the annihilating power of darkness intertwined, erupting with a force that approached the full-strength strike of a second-tier god—far exceeding the limits of a newly ascended official.

Yet, in the face of Asura, a supreme God King who governed the laws themselves, this strike was ultimately not enough.

Facing the incoming slash, Asura did not even raise a hand to summon a divine artifact; he simply flicked his finger casually. A strand of blood-colored divine power, condensed to the extreme, tore through the air and shattered the intertwined slash instantly. The residual force traveled up the twin swords, causing the webbing between Qian Chongguang's thumb and forefinger to split, and even the bones in his palms emitted a brittle, agonizing crack.

Before he could steady himself, Asura's second move arrived. He merely flicked his hand, and a wave of overwhelming killing power surged forth like a tsunami. Qian Chongguang did not even have the chance to block before he was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the White Jade Divine Platform and carving out a pit several feet deep. Divine blood continued to spill from his mouth, and the arms holding his twin swords trembled slightly.

In just two moves, he had been utterly defeated.

Asura lowered his gaze, looking down at the disheveled Qian Chongguang in the pit. The boredom in his eyes deepened, and even his killing intent faded slightly, leaving only extreme mockery: "This Seat thought you had some trump card to overturn the God Realm, but this is all you have? You aren't even qualified to make This Seat lift a finger."

Who would have thought that Qian Chongguang, far from being defeated, would suddenly burst into laughter. He propped himself up with his twin swords, wiped the blood from his mouth, and his laughter was filled with the derision of a trickster who had succeeded. He lifted his chin and gestured toward Asura.

"Don't be so quick to pass judgment, God King." His voice was hoarse from his injuries, yet every word was clear. "Why don't you lower your head and see what kind of 'good stuff' you're stepping on?"

Asura's brow furrowed, an ominous premonition rising in his heart. He instinctively lowered his gaze to look beneath his feet—

There, upon the White Jade Divine Platform that had remained unstained for ten thousand years—a place where not even a ripple of divine power could leave a mark—the area around his God King battle boots, which had traversed the heavens and enforced the laws of the God Realm, was densely covered in yellow and white filth. The pungent, foul stench that pierced through his protective divine light was unmistakably the excrement of mortal beings!

One had to know that the body of a God King had long since transcended the mundane; his protective divine light automatically isolated all filth in the world. Not to mention such vile matter, even the dust of the God Realm could not touch him. Yet now, this most base and crude mortal filth was laid out brazenly beneath his feet, and much of it had already stained his boots!

How could this have been done without him noticing?

Was the previous attack just a distraction?

Silence.

After a deathly silence came a towering rage capable of overturning the entire God Realm.

The blood-colored divine power around Asura exploded instantly, grinding the surrounding sea of clouds into powder. The sky of the entire God Realm churned with scarlet thunderclouds at that moment, and deafening divine thunder cracked in succession, causing even the incredibly stable continent of the God Realm to tremble. His blood-red eyes were completely filled with fury, and the killing intent around him grew so dense it nearly materialized, as if he intended to drag the entire Ascension Staircase into a sea of blood and hell.

"Damned ant!"

His voice sounded as if it were squeezed through the teeth of someone from the Nine Nether Hells, every word carrying a hatred capable of crushing souls and incinerating all things.

"You dare to profane This Seat and the God Realm with such filthy matter! This Seat will surely crush your divine soul, cast it into the deepest depths of the Nine Nether Purgatory, and subject you to ten thousand years of burning and flaying, never to be reincarnated!"

For ten thousand years, Asura had governed the laws of the God Realm, accustomed to seas of blood, mountains of corpses, and wars across the heavens; even when facing the Dragon God War of the past, he had never lost his composure. But today, this most crude and unbearable humiliation of the mortal world struck like a poisoned blade, piercing deep into the proudest marrow of this supreme God King.