Asura God King: Sweeping Through the World of Tales of Herding Gods!

The Ancient Demon God crouched at the edge of the barrier felt the sunlight fall upon it, and a trace of deep dread and unwillingness flashed through its blood-moon eyes.

It let out another roar that shook mountains and rivers. Its massive body slowly retreated, finally merging completely into the rapidly receding black shadow.

As the demon god withdrew, the blooming Golden Lotuses across the square seemed to exhaust all their spiritual energy, withering and vanishing in an instant.

The illusory figure of the Goddess seated at the front gave a long sigh, faint as if it were barely there. Her compassionate face gradually blurred in the morning light, then finally dissolved completely into the air.

Peace returned to the white-jade square once more.

Only the dozens of crystal-clear white skeletons remained, still sitting cross-legged in meditation, quietly holding the supreme treasures in their hands.

It was as if that earth-shaking battle between gods and demons just now had been nothing but an illusory dream.

Hu Liena had slumped beside the stone pillar, her clothes long since soaked through with cold sweat.

She looked at the square now bathed in sunlight again, feeling as though a lifetime had passed.

Just as she was about to ask Qin Mu about his condition, a sudden rustling came from a pile of rubble not far away.

Two figures covered in dirt and blood supported each other as they limped out of the ruins.

They were the only two survivors of the Lijiang Sect, Senior Brother Qu and Junior Sister Qing.

They had luckily survived the divine and demonic pressure just now, but the three junior brothers they had brought with them had all died in the course of chasing Qin Mu.

Senior Brother Qu's originally cold, stern face was now twisted into a knot.

One of his eyes was bloodshot and swollen, making him look especially ferocious.

He gripped his long sword, its edge covered in nicks, swept his gaze around the square, and finally fixed it on Qin Mu as he stood up from behind the stone pillar.

New grudges and old hatred erupted completely in that instant.

"You little bastard!"

Senior Brother Qu roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with endless venom.

"It was all you!"

"You little demon brat, you deliberately led us into that Demon Ape's territory! You got my junior brothers killed!"

"You're just like the monsters and demons in these Great Ruins, all of you are heretical fiends!"

"Today I'll cut you to pieces and avenge my junior brothers!"

Beside him, Junior Sister Qing's face was streaked with tears as well. She drew her long sword, pointed its tip at Qin Mu, and her eyes brimmed with killing intent.

"Senior Brother, don't waste words on him. Kill him!"

Looking at the two of them acting so righteous while pushing every fault onto his head, Qin Mu raised a hand and patted the dust from his clothes. There was not the slightest panic in his clear, large eyes; instead, they held a pitying look as if he were staring at fools.

"Big brother, what you're saying makes no sense at all."

Qin Mu gripped the rusty butcher knife in his hand, his tone extremely serious.

"You were the ones who wanted to skin that White Deer and angered that big gorilla."

"And you were the ones who wanted to take the Goddess's treasures and got your throats cut."

"You were greedy and did bad things yourselves. How can you blame me for it?"

"Silver-tongued brat! Demon spawn, die!"

Senior Brother Qu roared, no longer able to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

He stomped hard, and his figure shot forward like a furious leopard, crossing a distance of over a dozen zhang in an instant.

The long sword in his hand brought up a dazzling white light as he unleashed the Lijiang Sect's sharpest sword move, aiming straight for Qin Mu's face.

Junior Sister Qing followed close behind, her long sword sealing off Qin Mu's retreat from the side.

Two streaks of sword light, one from the left and one from the right, wove together into a deadly net.

Faced with this fierce pincer attack, Qin Mu did not retreat.

Having just undergone the reshaping of his Spirit Fetus and the awakening of his Tyrant Body, his body was now filled with an enormous vital qi unlike anything he had ever felt before.

That power surged and roared through his limbs and bones, urgently needing an outlet.

"Grandpa Blind Man said that when you run into someone who won't listen to reason, you use a knife to reason with him."

Qin Mu took a deep breath.

His body shifted slightly to the side. The footwork beneath him looked utterly disorderly, yet within the tiniest margin, it avoided Senior Brother Qu's killing sword strike with incomparable precision.

Immediately after, Qin Mu's wrist suddenly flipped.

The rust-covered butcher knife in his hand turned into a dark, dim streak of black light.

There was no gorgeous sword qi, nor any complicated changes in technique.

This was the slash Butcher had taught him.

The simplest, most direct, and most lethal slash.

Clang!

An ear-splitting crash of metal rang out.

The Butcher Knife smashed hard into Senior Brother Qu's longsword.

Senior Brother Qu only felt a terrifying, mountain-toppling force travel along the blade and into his arm.

The vital qi he had always been so proud of instantly crumbled before that tyrannical, unmatched power.

With a crisp crack, that tempered steel longsword, forged through countless hammer blows, was actually chopped clean in half by a rusty Butcher Knife.

The Butcher Knife did not lose momentum. Carrying a tragic, unstoppable force, it followed the path of the broken sword and smoothly swept across Senior Brother Qu's throat.

Blood flashed.

Senior Brother Qu's movements instantly went rigid. His eyes bulged wide, his face filled with disbelief.

He dropped the broken sword and clamped both hands over his spurting neck. Gurgling sounds came from his throat, and in the end, he collapsed weakly onto the bluestone slabs.

"Senior Brother!"

Junior Sister Qing let out a scream of despair.

The longsword in her hand trembled slightly from fear, but she still gritted her teeth and stabbed with all her might toward Qin Mu's back.

Qin Mu did not even turn his head.

Using the momentum from his earlier swing, his body turned backward with the motion.

His right leg was like a steel whip, carrying a sharp gust of force as it lashed viciously against Junior Sister Qing's wrist.

Snap!

The sound of bone breaking rang out.

Junior Sister Qing cried out miserably, and the longsword flew from her hand.

The Butcher Knife in Qin Mu's hand followed through, drawing an icy arc through the air.

The blade flashed.

Junior Sister Qing's body collapsed limply, falling beside Senior Brother Qu. Blood dyed the white jade slabs beneath the two of them red.

Clean. Efficient.

Not the slightest bit sloppy. Even the rhythm of his breathing had not been disturbed.

Qin Mu shook the blood from the Butcher Knife and slid it back into the rear of his waist.

He glanced at the two corpses on the ground and shook his head slightly.

"Grandpa Butcher said that when you kill a pig, you have to do it in one strike, or the pig will suffer."

"My knife technique still isn't good enough."

Hidden behind the stone pillar, Hu Liena watched this bloody yet absurd scene, her mind completely losing the ability to think.

A ten-year-old child, holding a butcher knife, had killed two famous sword cultivators who had opened the Spirit Fetus realm in two moves.

And after killing them, he was still reviewing how his knife technique was not perfect enough.

Just what kind of monsters were the natives of the Great Ruins?

At this moment, everything that had happened in this underground canyon had already been displayed completely before the eyes of everyone on Douluo Continent through the Sky Screen.

Shock.

Other than shock, there was still only shock.

This shock came not only from Qin Mu's unreasonable counterkill against stronger opponents, but also from the grand scene of the confrontation between gods and devils just now, and from the profound foundation this ruin had revealed.

Every corner of Douluo Continent sank into a boiling silence and contemplation that could not calm down for a long time.

Shrek Academy, on the training field.

Sunlight spilled over the grass, but it could not dispel the chill in everyone's hearts.

Dai Mubai's dazzling blond hair seemed somewhat dim at this moment.

He sat down on the ground heavily, his proud Evil Eyes of the White Tiger filled with deep frustration.

"Ten years old. He's only ten years old."

Dai Mubai muttered to himself, his voice dry.

"I'm fifteen, a thirty-seventh-rank Soul Elder. In Bala Kingdom, I'm called a genius rarely seen in a century."

"But if it were me standing in Senior Brother Qu's place..."

"Could I have blocked that ten-year-old child's slash?"

Dai Mubai replayed the battle scene from just now countless times in his mind.

He discovered, with sorrow, that even if he had activated White Tiger Vajra Transformation, his fate definitely would not have been much better than Senior Brother Qu's.

Oscar sat to one side, clutching a big recovery sausage, yet he did not even have the appetite to take a bite.

"It wasn't just combat strength."

Oscar sighed, his gaze complicated as he looked at the Sky Screen.

"Look at that Qin Mu's mental fortitude."

"Facing an Ancient Demon God, facing a life-and-death crisis, not only was he unafraid, he could even use the pressure to cultivate."

"When we usually go to Star Dou Forest to hunt a hundred-year soul beast, we still need a teacher standing by to protect us."

"Compared to him, we're like flowers raised in a greenhouse. We can't withstand even a bit of wind and rain."

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, the two girls, held each other, their faces pale.

They had been badly frightened by the bloody slaughter just now, but they had also clearly realized that this was the true world of soul masters—or rather, this was the cruel reality a true cultivation world ought to have.

Yu Xiaogang stood in front of everyone.

The little notebook in his hand had already been squeezed into a tattered mess, but he was somewhat unconvinced.

Elsewhere, in Heaven Dou Empire, inside the great hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan.

Yu Yuanzhen still maintained his standing posture. The phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon behind him had already completely withdrawn into his body, as if afraid of disturbing those sleeping Goddesses within the Sky Screen.

In the entire hall, not a single person dared to breathe loudly.

"Sect Master..."

One of the most senior elders swallowed, his trembling voice breaking the stifling silence.

"The treasures in those Goddesses' hands..."

"Every single one is an unparalleled divine weapon."

At that, Yu Yuanzhen also nodded in agreement, then reached out and pointed at the Nine-Colored Lotus radiating lightning within the light screen's image.

"That lotus—just a wisp of aura emitted by its phantom alone made this old man's lightning attribute tremble."

"If I could obtain it and refine it into my body..."

Yu Yuanzhen did not continue, but all the elders understood what he meant.

If they could obtain a treasure of that level, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan might even be able to sweep through Spirit Hall and unite the continent outright!

"But Sect Master, those Great Ruins are too dangerous."

Another elder advised him with a face full of worry.

"Leaving aside those Ancient Demon Gods so vast they seem to have no end, the man-eating monsters in the darkness alone aren't something we can handle."

"Moreover, although those Goddesses have passed away in meditation, their divine might still remains. That disciple of the Lijiang Sect is a warning right before our eyes."

Yu Yuanzhen gave a cold snort, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Wealth and honor are found amid danger!"

"Those Lijiang Sect disciples were nothing but low-level cultivators. What would they know about methods to break through?"

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan has deep foundations. If we devote the power of the whole clan, are you saying we still couldn't seize one or two treasures?"

"Look at those pieces of trash from the Lijiang Sect."

"What they held in their hands was nothing but ordinary iron, and the cultivation methods they practiced were crude beyond measure, yet they still dared to enter the Great Ruins to seek treasure."

"We are the dignified sect of the world's number one beast martial soul. Could it be that we are inferior to those few sword cultivators?"

Yu Yuanzhen's words were like a fire, instantly igniting the greed in those elders' hearts.

Fear seemed so pale and powerless before enormous benefits.

"The Sect Master is right!"

An elder with a fiery temper stepped forward and loudly echoed him.

"Although those Great Ruins are strange, they are not completely without rules."

"Didn't that cowherd boy say it?"

"As long as you hide where the divine statues shine, you can avoid the monsters of the night."

"As long as we find the entrance to that world, we can move during the day and hide at night."

"If we plan carefully, we will definitely return fully loaded!"

Upon hearing these words, for a time, the entire upper echelon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan sank into a kind of feverish fantasy.

They seemed to already see the glorious scene of themselves holding ancient divine artifacts, reigning over the world.

Yet they completely overlooked the fact that in this terrifying world known as the Great Ruins, the strength they took such pride in might not even qualify them to be cannon fodder.

Douluo God Realm.

Inside the cloud-wreathed Committee Hall.

The five God Kings sat upright upon their towering divine thrones.

Through the layers of cloud beneath their feet, they too were watching the Sky Screen that pierced through all worlds.

The light in the God Realm was forever bright and gentle.

The air here was saturated with dense divine power; even a casual breath of it could extend the life of a Titled Douluo from the lower realms by a hundred years.

The God of Destruction wore a loose purple robe, lounging lazily against the back of his chair.

He toyed with two Divine Punishment Orbs wreathed in lightning, the corner of his mouth curving in a mocking arc.

"Mortals of the lower realms are ultimately far too shortsighted."

The God of Destruction's voice echoed through the hall, carrying a lofty arrogance.

"A mere night without visible light scared them into dropping to their knees and kowtowing."

"They've truly disgraced the face of cultivators."

Across from him, the Sea God Poseidon smiled.

Poseidon lifted the divine brew on the table and took a sip, looking especially relaxed.

"Destruction, you can't blame those mortals entirely."

"The plane level of Douluo Continent is too low. When have they ever witnessed any grand spectacle?"

The Sea God set down his cup and pointed at the darkness on the Sky Screen that was now receding.

"That so-called dark invasion, to put it plainly, was merely some low-grade formation that blocked out light."

"If we were to descend into that world."

A confident gleam flashed through the Sea God's eyes.

"All it would take is releasing the slightest wisp of Sea God's Light, or letting the Angel God go down and make a quick turn."

"That Great Ruins would instantly become as bright as day."

"Any gutter monsters that can't bear the light would all be reduced to ash beneath divine radiance."

Hearing this, the nearby gods nodded in agreement.

Over their long years, they had ruled over countless lower planes.

What demons and monsters had they not seen?

Before absolute, boundless divine power, all darkness was nothing more than a paper tiger that would burst at a single poke.

The Asura God King sat upright in the seat of honor.

His blood-red armor radiated a dense aura of slaughter.

In his cold eyes, the scene on the Sky Screen stirred hardly any ripple at all.

"Darkness is naturally nothing to fear."