Just When He Was About to Show Off, He Got Struck by Lightning-Asura God Was Completely Stunned

The smug look on Asura God's face froze in an instant.

He sat on his throne, his divine sense still hovering above Douluo Continent.

The Three-Legged Golden Toad opened its mouth.

It swallowed the lightning.

Down it went.

The whole process was absurdly clean.

Asura God's fingers stopped on the armrest, his knuckles turning white one by one.

The situation that had been under his control just moments ago had suddenly been smashed to pieces right in front of him.

It hadn't blocked the lightning.

It hadn't weakened it.

It had swallowed it.

The Asura Divine Punishment he had personally condensed had been devoured by a pattern on a garment.

What was this supposed to be?

A joke?

"Impossible."

The word was forced from his mouth, his voice low and hoarse.

The Divine Official standing nearby didn't even dare raise his head.

The killing patterns inside Asura God Hall spun faster and faster. The pagoda trembled with a low hum, and even the blood-red divine bricks underfoot developed fine cracks under the pressure.

Asura God sprang to his feet.

He slammed his palm down on the divine table before his throne.

Boom!

The entire table exploded down the middle. Shards flew in both directions, smashed into the pillars of the divine hall, then crumbled into powder across the floor.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Asura God's voice boomed, shaking the entire hall.

"How could my divine punishment be blocked by a mere mortal treasure?!"

Blood surged in his eyes.

This wasn't just a little anger.

It was the fury of someone whose face had been ground into the dirt.

He had added Asura killing intent to that lightning bolt, layered on the divine punishment stored in the Asura Blade, then personally torn open the Plane Barrier to send it down.

Forget Hu Liena at level eighty-eight. Even a newly ascended god from the lower realm would have had their Divine Soul shattered by a single strike.

But what had happened?

Hu Liena was still alive.

The Tribulation-Avoiding Garment was unbroken.

The Golden Toad had even sent a warm current back into her after swallowing the lightning.

Asura God had seen it clearly.

Hu Liena's Soul Power had even risen a little.

I went there to kill her.

Not to give her a tonic!

The thought crossed his mind, making his expression even uglier.

"Shen Yichen..."

He ground out the name.

"What exactly are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking,

a chill suddenly crept down Asura God's back.

It wasn't the cold inside the divine hall.

It had burst from the depths of his Godhead, as if something had precisely seized him by the throat.

At that instant, the Asura Divine Power within him actually faltered.

Only for a moment.

But Asura God had lived for countless years and had never encountered anything like it.

He was Asura God.

The God King who governed killing and judgment in the Divine Realm.

He was the one who locked onto others. Others were the ones who trembled on their knees beneath his blade.

Since when had something been watching him?

"Who?"

Asura God jerked his head up.

The blood-red sky above the hall's dome split open.

It wasn't a small crack.

The entire sky had been torn open down the middle, a massive gash opening across it. Purple-gold lightning curled along its edges, as if someone had drawn a line across the heavens of the Divine Realm by sheer force.

The Divine Realm trembled.

Divine protective lights flared up around several distant temples.

The mountains and rivers of the Divine Realm, usually suspended in stillness, all lurched at once. The Cloud Sea churned, and torrents of divine power spewed outward from the edges of the rift.

The Divine Officials finally couldn't hold out any longer.

Thud!

One fell to his knees.

Then a second.

The rest of the Divine Officials followed, kneeling in a sea of bodies. They pressed their foreheads to the ground and didn't dare utter a plea for mercy.

They didn't know what kind of lightning it was.

But their Godheads were afraid.

This wasn't the fear of seeing a powerful enemy. It was the fear that came from facing a higher law, a fear that crushed even the thought of resistance.

Asura God's eyelid twitched.

Something was wrong.

This wasn't lightning from the Divine Realm.

He had seen every kind of lightning punishment in the Divine Realm. The Thunder of Destruction, Divine Thunder of Order, Judgment Thunder-Fire—each had a source, a set of laws, and a god who wielded it.

But this purple-gold lightning had none.

It seemed to have emerged from the very beginning of heaven and earth: clean, brutal, and utterly indifferent to the rules of the Divine Realm.

Asura God's throat bobbed.

This was bad.

The instant the thought appeared, he grew angry with himself.

What was I afraid of?

I am Asura God!

Could a Celestial Master from the lower realm really strike the Divine Realm with lightning through the Plane Barrier?

The next moment,

the depths of the rift lit up with purple-gold lightning.

It wasn't a brief flash.

The entire bolt reached out of the rift, its massive body filling half the dome above Asura God Hall.

Purple-gold light intertwined. Wherever it passed, rings of black cracks burned into the sky of the Divine Realm, and even its attempts to repair them couldn't keep up.

The lightning didn't hesitate.

It didn't scatter.

It didn't miss.

It locked precisely onto the space above Asura God's head and crashed down!

Asura God's expression changed.

"Outrageous!"

He roared, and the Asura Blade flew up beside the throne, its blood-red blade light shooting into the sky.

But as he shouted those two words, he heard the tremor in his own voice.

He wasn't saying it for anyone else.

He was trying to embolden himself.

The purple-gold lightning fell too quickly.

So quickly that Asura God didn't even have time to draw upon the killing essence of the entire pagoda. All he could do was thrust his divine power outward.

Blood-red divine power burst from his body.

Divine Armor formed around him.

Shoulder guards, breastplate, arm guards, Heart-Protecting Scale—every inch etched with Asura Killing Patterns.

It was his strongest defensive armor. It had once withstood a strike from the God of Destruction and blocked a combined assault from several First-Level Gods.

Asura God stared fixedly overhead.

Hold.

It had to hold.

As long as he stopped this strike, he'd immediately summon all the gods of the Divine Realm and erase Taixu Temple on Tiandang Mountain from its plane.

Whatever Shen Yichen's background, whatever other Betrothal Gifts he had, he'd crush them all.

The moment the thought arose,

the Purple Gold Divine Lightning slammed into his Divine Armor.

Crack.

It was a faint sound.

Asura God's face froze.

The Heart-Protecting Scale had cracked.

Then the cracks spread from the breastplate to the shoulder guards, one after another, at a terrifying speed.

"No—!"

Asura God finally roared.

This time, it wasn't anger.

It was terror.

He desperately urged his divine power. The Asura Blade hovered above his head, its blood patterns blazing wildly as the killing essence poured into it from the Nine-Story Pagoda.

The blood-red light of the entire divine hall was drained, all of it pressed into that blade.

But it was useless.

The Purple Gold Divine Lightning bore down.

The Asura Blade let out a mournful wail, then was sent flying. It smashed through three pillars of the divine hall and embedded itself deep in the wall.

The Divine Armor shattered completely.

It didn't peel away piece by piece.

It exploded from the inside out.

The blood-red armor fragments turned to powder in the purple-gold lightning. Not even a scrap of divine power remained.

The lightning struck Asura God.

Boom!

Divine blood sprayed everywhere.

Asura God flew from before the throne, a charred wound blasted into his chest. Purple-gold lightning drilled into it, tearing at his divine power and scorching his Godhead.

Pain.

Not pain of the flesh.

It was the pain of having his Godhead carved apart inch by inch with lightning and fire.

Asura God opened his mouth and spat out a huge mouthful of divine blood. It hit the ground and burned holes through the divine bricks.

He slammed into the stone steps behind the divine hall.

The steps shattered.

Then he crashed into the fallen pillars.

Half of Asura God Hall collapsed, burying him beneath the rubble.

The Divine Officials knelt on the ground, not daring even to raise their heads.

That strike had shattered half their awe of Asura God.

Asura God could be injured.

Asura God could spit blood.

Asura God could also be blasted from his throne by a bolt of lightning.

If word of this got out, the entire Divine Realm would go mad.

In the rubble,

Asura God's fingers twitched.

Broken stones rolled off his shoulder.

He tried to get up.

He couldn't.

The Purple-Gold Thunder Mark on his chest was still burning. His divine power was swallowed as soon as it approached, and his Asura killing intent scattered on contact. He couldn't even mend the wound.

Asura God lay face-down in the rubble, one side of his face pressed against the cold divine bricks, blood still seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Most of the anger in his eyes had vanished.

What remained was terror.

Real terror.

"W-why... why...?"

He struggled to lift his head and looked at the rift to the Divine Realm, which had yet to close completely.

"Why is lightning striking me?!"