Inside the black city of Slaughter City, Tang San strode over ground slick with blood. The Clear Sky Hammer in his palm trembled faintly, while the dark-red Asura Divine Power deep within his soul surged like boiling magma.
He could clearly feel his connection to this city of slaughter deepening at a rapid pace. The fallen aura surrounding him, enough to drive an ordinary Spirit Master to the brink of madness, had not eroded him in the slightest. Instead, the divine power within him had absorbed it all, turning it into fuel for his own killing intent.
He knew this might be a gift from the Asura God.
"Li Pu, just you wait."
Tang San raised a hand and wiped the droplets of blood splashed across his cheek. Frenzy and malice nearly spilled from his eyes. "Once I obtain Divine Slaughter's Domain and inherit the Asura God Position, I'll grind your bones to dust. I'll make you pay a hundred, a thousand times over for everything you've done!"
He was lost in the joy of having earned the Asura God's favor, his mind filled with visions of revenge. He failed to notice that the Clear Sky Sect, which he regarded as his foundation and his escape route, was now facing utter ruin.
Sunset Forest, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
Li Pu rubbed the head of Pachi, who was perched on his shoulder. The little fellow narrowed his eyes in contentment, its dragon tail—woven with icy blue and fiery red—brushing lightly across his back as it nuzzled his neck in a childish voice. "Daddy, are we going to fight? Pachi will bite them for you!"
"Good boy. Just don't tear down a mountain when the time comes." Li Pu smiled and flicked its little head, then looked up at the