The Furious Asura God

He was too lazy to even expend his overwhelming divine power, simply reaching out to hoist Qian Chongguang up from the crater. His knuckles stood out as he gripped the collar, his iron fist imbued with the force to shatter mountains, raining blow after blow upon the man. Each strike was accompanied by the crisp sound of divine bones fracturing, and golden Angel God blood splattered onto the White Jade Divine Platform, forming a jarring contrast with the filth below.

He did not deliver a killing blow; every strike was calculated to crush Qian Chongguang's physical form while keeping his divine soul tethered, preventing him from fainting or perishing. He wanted this ant who dared to desecrate This Seat to clearly taste the most extreme suffering in the world.

Yet, his unreserved, violent rage had already caused his terrifying killing intent to surge beyond the bounds of the Ascension Staircase, sweeping across more than half of the God Realm like a tsunami. In temples throughout the God Realm, countless low-ranking gods were forced to their knees by this pressure, unable to even lift their heads. Even the First-Class Gods who presided over various regions changed their expressions, looking toward the source of the erupting divine power.

Within the God Realm Hub, the hall where the five God Kings deliberated, the Destruction God King, who sat beside the main seat, suddenly opened his eyes, his aura of destruction surging instantly. He could clearly perceive that the rage, which seemed capable of burning everything to ash, came from his old friend of tens of thousands of years—the Asura God.

"Asura? What madness has seized him?" The Destruction God King's brows were locked in a deep frown, his heavy voice tinged with astonishment. "This divine power fluctuation is completely chaotic. Could it be that remnants from another realm have broken through the defenses and invaded the God Realm?"

Beside him, the Life Goddess, wreathed in a soft green glow, also rose slowly. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes held genuine concern. "No, this killing intent is filled with uncontrolled rage; there is not a shred of the composure one would have when facing an external enemy. I fear some incident we are unaware of has occurred. Let us go and see."

"I am quite curious as to what could make Asura this angry." The Evil God King beside them raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his own evil divine power began to gather. "It couldn't be that someone tore down his Asura Divine Temple, could it? I want to see which death-seeker dared to poke this hornet's nest."

The Goodness God King at his side shook her head gently, her soft voice carrying a note of gravity. "Let us go first. We must not let a major disaster occur that might damage the foundation of the God Realm. If he continues to vent his rage like this and destroys the Ascension Staircase, the path for the lower realms to ascend will be severed."

Before the words had even faded, four streams of God King-level power tore through the sky of the God Realm. In the span of only a few dozen breaths, they crossed most of the realm and arrived above the Ascension Staircase. Behind them, a crowd of First-Class Gods who had received the news followed closely, though they dared only to linger far behind, not daring to approach even half a step—everyone knew that a furious Asura God was a powder keg that recognized no kin, and no one wanted to court disaster.

But when the four God Kings saw the scene before them, they were all stunned.

On the White Jade Divine Platform, which had been pristine and dust-free for ten thousand years, the Asura God's eyes were bloodshot. With one hand, he held a blood-soaked young god whose divine bones were mostly shattered, while his other iron fist remained suspended in mid-air, poised to strike again. The young god's white robes were already soaked through with blood, and the six-winged angel wings on his back hung limp, most of their feathers shed. His aura was as weak as a candle in the wind; anyone with eyes could see that one more punch would result in the complete annihilation of his soul.

The Destruction God King was just about to speak a word of dissuasion when his gaze inadvertently swept over the filth beneath the Asura God's feet, and his pupils contracted sharply.

It was not just him; the Life Goddess, the Goodness God King, the Evil God King, and even the First-Class Gods trailing far behind all saw the yellowish-white mess, the stench of which could be faintly smelled even through their protective divine light.

The area surrounding the Ascension Staircase fell into an eerie silence.

What kind of place was the God Realm? It was the most sacred and unreachable location in all the heavens and myriad worlds. Every blade of grass and tree here was imbued with divine power; not even a speck of mortal dust could settle here, let alone such filthy, unbearable excrement from the mortal world.

The gods looked at one another, first in extreme astonishment, then in sudden realization.

No wonder... no wonder the Asura God was so furious, beating someone to death like a madman.

If it were them, as supreme God Kings, being humiliated in the God Realm they governed by having such things smeared at their feet in public, they would likely be even more out of control than the Asura God.

The Evil God King held back his laughter until his shoulders shook, hurriedly covering his mouth with his hand and shrinking behind the Destruction God King, terrified that the Asura God might see him and vent his anger on him.

But in the next second, everyone's gaze fell back upon the young god held in his hand, and upon seeing the iconic six-winged angel wings on his back, they were stunned once more.

Wait... an angel?

A six-winged angel was the most orthodox direct lineage of the Angel God clan, a synonym for light and holiness. They were born with an extreme repulsion toward filth and evil, spending their entire lives as enemies of darkness and corruption.

How could the Angel clan, who would not even deign to touch the turbid air of the mortal world, commit such an outrageously absurd act?

Let alone the Asura God, even they, as bystanders, could not fathom the logic behind this.

Watching the Asura God's iron fist about to fall again—a blow that would surely cause this newly ascended angel god to perish on the spot, leaving him no chance at reincarnation—the Destruction God King finally snapped out of it. He stepped forward, his aura of destruction spreading instantly to firmly block the descending fist, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Asura, stop!"

The moment his fist was blocked, the Asura God snapped his head up, his blood-colored eyes locking onto the Destruction God King. The killing intent around him surged even higher, and the rage in his voice was nearly overflowing: "Destruction? You dare to stop Me?!"

"If I had arrived a moment later, you would have beaten a newly ascended god to death on the spot!" The Destruction God King frowned, not yielding in the slightest. "Even if he has committed a grave error, he should be subject to the laws of the God Realm and judged by the five of us. What kind of behavior is this, venting your anger in public?"

"Behavior?" The Asura God seemed to have heard a grand joke. He pointed a trembling finger at the filth beneath his feet, his voice shaking—a sign that he had reached the peak of his fury. "Look at what this is! This bastard used the filthiest thing in the mortal world to desecrate This Seat, to desecrate the God Realm! Even if I were to grind his bones to dust, it would be letting him off easy!"

Once these words were out, the gods nearby who had been holding back their laughter didn't even dare to draw a full breath.

Everyone knew that the Asura God valued his dignity and face above all else in this life. To be humiliated in such a way in public meant this matter would not be easily resolved.

And Qian Chongguang, who was being held, even though he had only half a breath left, still pulled at his blood-mangled lips to reveal a mocking smile at the Asura God, speaking in a thread-thin voice: "Lord God King... can't take it? When you manipulated the lives and deaths of mortals, altered their memories, and treated the entire Douluo Continent as your private backyard, why didn't you think... that someone might throw some filth into your clean little garden?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt tempered in ice, striking hard upon the head of the Asura God, who had been blinded by rage.

The blood-colored divine power surging around his body suddenly stalled. His hand, gripping Qian Chongguang's collar, tightened abruptly, and his blood-red pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks—he had been so consumed by the extreme humiliation that he had completely forgotten that Destruction, Life, and the other three God Kings, along with dozens of First-Class Gods, were all standing by, having heard every word Qian Chongguang said!

When the five God Kings of the God Realm Committee each chose their successors, providing private care and pulling strings was an unspoken rule; everyone had always turned a blind eye and never brought it to the table. But now, the fact that he had manipulated the lives and deaths of mortals in the lower realm, tampered with memories, and forcibly laid out a script for his successor had been nakedly exposed by a newly ascended god in front of all the high-ranking members of the God Realm!

This was no small matter; it was a heaven-shaking scandal that could make him the laughingstock of the God Realm and shake his authority as an enforcer! Even as one of the five God Kings who held the laws, he could never bear such a charge.

"Shut your mouth!"