Qian Daoliu's tall, aged body trembled as he murmured, "So he was actually the Slaughter King. He hid away in there for decades, leaving her to wait alone for decades."
"Grandfather, Senior Tang Chen had his reasons for staying there."
"Back then, he found the Asura God's inheritance there. But during the eighth trial, he fell victim to the Rakshasa God's scheme. After that, he lost his memories and became the bloodthirsty, brutal Slaughter King."
"He was no longer the Tang Chen he used to be. He had already lost himself in slaughter and bloodshed."
Qian Daoliu froze, then sighed with deep emotion. "I never expected that he had found the Asura God's inheritance back then. That was an ancient and powerful deity. Yet his fate turned out to be so tragic."
"Right, you said just now that you had also accepted the Asura God's inheritance and wanted to challenge Tang Chen. What is going on?"
Jiang Chen said, "Senior Tang Chen had been unable to pass the eighth trial for a long time, so Senior Asura God chose me as his successor instead. The content of the second trial is to defeat Tang Chen before I break through to Title Douluo and take the divine artifact, the Asura Sword, from him."
Qian Daoliu shot to his feet in shock and firmly objected, "No. Tang Chen's strength far exceeds your imagination. He is probably infinitely close to godhood already. You have no chance of winning against him."
Jiang Chen stepped forward and pressed Qian Daoliu back into his seat. "Grandfather, don't worry. Haven't I come to challenge you first? If I can't even beat you, why would I foolishly go challenge Tang Chen?"
"That's fairly prudent." Qian Daoliu nodded in relief, but then his beard bristled as he snapped angrily.