Wait, what?
What the hell was going on?
The Asura God stared at the situation in the lower realm, utterly dumbfounded.
He hadn't gone that long without checking closely. How had things ended up like this?
Someone had snatched the opportunity at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
The Eight Spider Lances external soul bone he had prepared hadn't ended up in Tang San's hands, either.
Not only had his Blue Silver Grass still failed to awaken as the Blue Silver Emperor, he hadn't even managed to make use of his twin martial souls!
And to top it all off, even the Asura Sword Sheath he had prepared in advance had become Lin Nuo's spoils of war?
Fuck!
What fucking breed of useless trash was this?
With so many opportunities laid out before him, he hadn't seized a single one?
After losing all these things in succession, Tang San had been stripped of nearly half his once-abundant providence.
Granted, the Asura God had personally engineered this chosen one of fortune, but surely he shouldn't have fallen this low?
Then there was Lin Nuo.
That brat's providence was so dense it was practically overflowing!
"An anomaly..."
The Asura God's expression gradually darkened.
At the same age, Lin Nuo was already approaching Soul Douluo, while his precious chosen one remained a high-level Soul Ancestor.
The gap was far too wide!
Still, now that Lin Nuo had also entered Slaughter City, certain things would no longer be up to him.
At that thought, a crooked, checkmark-shaped smirk returned to the Asura God's lips.
It was time this anomaly experienced a little bullying from the Divine Realm!
But just as he was about to extend his divine power toward Slaughter City, a voice rang out behind him.
"Asura."
"Looks like you're having some rather