Heavenly Wolf

After Lu Zhen entered the Asura Tower.

Before him lay a vast, desolate wasteland steeped in killing intent.

The sky was dusky yellow, the setting sun red as blood.

In the distance, he could faintly make out tattered battle standards and broken spears jutting slantwise from the earth.

"Lu Zhen."

Xuanyang's aged voice suddenly sounded in Lu Zhen's mind. "Every floor of this Asura Tower is an ancient battlefield."

Lu Zhen swept his gaze around and nodded slightly.

"These were not fabricated out of thin air." A trace of reminiscence colored Xuanyang's voice. "They were actual battles fought between the Great Xia Immortal Dynasty and the Heavenly Wolf Demon Kingdom. With supreme divine powers, my master captured a strand of their aura and recreated them within this tower."

"What you must do now is defeat the enemies on this first floor."

"Remember."

Xuanyang transmitted his voice. "The first seven floors are projections of the past simulated by formations, not physical beings. If you cannot defeat them, you may retreat to the entrance and leave the tower at any time."

"You will not die even if you fail. You may challenge it as many times as you wish, until you slaughter your way through."

Lu Zhen was taken aback.

This really was an excellent place to hone his killing skills.

"But do not celebrate too soon." Xuanyang snorted coldly. "The first seven floors are simulations. But the eighth and ninth hold actual demon soldiers of the Demon Kingdom, personally subdued by my master all those years ago."

"There, you will fight with real blades and spears. If you die, you die for real."

Lu Zhen's gaze sharpened slightly, and apprehension stirred in his heart.

"Of course."

Xuanyang's voice suddenly turned cold. "If you remain stuck on a floor and ultimately choose