Awakening the Asura Armor, a Gift from the Asura God!

A few days later, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

It was the day of Martial Soul awakening.

The vast Sect Square stretched out beneath them, its broad expanse paved with smooth bluestone.

Every child in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who had turned six had been summoned there—nearly a hundred in all.

Naturally, they were not all direct descendants of the Ning family. Most were orphans adopted by the sect or children of its other core members.

The children stood in four neat, orderly lines.

At the far end of the square stood four Martial Soul awakening formations. Beside each lay a cold black stone for testing Soul Power, with a capable sect Soul Master presiding over it.

As the most well-connected child in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Wen had naturally been placed first.

His gaze swept over the semicircular viewing stands. Ning Fengzhi and the sect's two Sect-Guarding Douluo, Sword and Bone, sat in the best seats. Ning Rongrong sat beside them, looking somewhat out of place.

Ning Rongrong wore a pale green dress. Her delicate features made her as cute as a doll.

When she noticed Ning Wen looking at her, she immediately turned her little head away.

The past few days around Ning Wen had left Ning Rongrong thoroughly miserable.

Worse, her father had given her a harsh scolding over one small incident.

The more she tried to endure it, the angrier she became. The more she backed down, the more unfair it felt.

Yet there was nothing she could do.

She could hardly beat someone up for no reason just because she had heard his thoughts, could she?

If she could not stand up to him, she could at least avoid him.

So Ning Rongrong chose to keep him out of sight and out of mind.

Usually fond of slacking off and playing, she had spent whole days cultivating instead.

"How did I offend that little princess this time?" Ning Wen was utterly baffled.

Just then, the long-silent Voice Pack sounded again.

[There it is again. She feigns retreat, hoping to get a hold over me!]

[She's waiting until I grow a little fond of her before revealing the arrogance and pride she hides beneath the surface!]

[Does she think I'll make the same mistake and fall for it again?]

Ning Wen looked at Ning Rongrong with some sympathy and clicked his tongue inwardly.

Good grief. Has the Voice Pack cast Ning Rongrong as some villainous young lady?

Honestly, poor Ning Rongrong!

She had done nothing, yet the Voice Pack talked about her like that.

With Ning Fengzhi and the others, the Voice Pack showed some restraint. At worst, it sounded a little melodramatic.

But whenever it came to Ning Rongrong, a little girl, it was downright vicious.

As though she had cheated on it.

It was absurd!

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong could not hear it. Otherwise, she would probably have died of anger by now.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong wore strange expressions.

Over the past few days, they too had noticed that whenever Ning Wen's attention fell on Ning Rongrong, his inner voice became especially cutting.

Ning Rongrong felt so furious she could almost bleed from every orifice.

She had known coming today would mean trouble, but she had had no choice.

Soon, the Martial Soul awakening ceremony began.

Of the four lines, Ning Wen was the first to awaken his Martial Soul.

He stepped into the awakening formation, and countless motes of light streamed from the six awakening stones.

The Soul Master guiding him spoke gently. "Hold out your right hand."

Ning Wen held out his right hand.

Golden motes soon rose from the formation and drifted into Ning Wen's body like fireflies.

Ning Wen closed his eyes, feeling warm energy circulate within him.

The next instant, dazzling blood-red light erupted and swallowed him whole!

A fierce, pure, terrifying Killing Aura surged outward.

"What a terrifying Killing Aura!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin shot to his feet in the VIP seats, his eyes fixed on the center of the formation.

That Killing Aura might even rival his own!

Heaven and earth shifted, and the sky changed color!

Above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, dark-red clouds formed from Killing Aura blanketed half the sky.

Blood-red lightning churned through the clouds, roaring and rumbling.

Bolts of crimson lightning spiraled together, converging at Ning Wen's chest and wrapping his entire body.

Within a few breaths, the crimson lightning vanished.

Ning Wen's appearance had changed completely.

A suit of armor in purple, black, and gold stood before everyone, its design sharp and imposing.

Barbed horns rose from its helmet. An energy core etched with mysterious patterns was set in its chest, while a dark-purple cloak billowed behind him without a breath of wind.

The Asura Armor!

It embodied absolute judgment!

He stood perfectly still, yet the air around him seemed to freeze.

The suffocating pressure settled over everyone present like an invisible mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.

At the same time, in the Divine Realm.

Inside the Asura God's Temple.

Upon an immense, towering throne, a tall figure slowly opened his eyes. An intimidating chill gleamed in his scarlet pupils.

He was the Asura God, one of the Divine Realm's five God Kings. As the god of slaughter, he governed slaughter, judgment, and law.

Despite his lofty position, the long years had left him weary of the Divine Realm's unchanging life.

He had long wanted to pass on the Asura God's position, leave the Divine Realm alone, and explore more distant worlds.

Not long ago, the Asura God had observed an exceptionally unusual person on the Douluo Continent—Tang San.

Not only was Tang San blessed with great fortune, but he was also a direct descendant of Tang Chen, a previous candidate for the Asura God's inheritance.

His father, Tang Hao, had survived Slaughter City and possessed the Divine Slaughter's Domain. He too was a candidate to inherit the Asura God's position.

Tang San's credentials could hardly have been better.

Unfortunately, the Asura God had arrived too late. Tang San had been caught up in Tang Hao's battle with Spirit Hall and had died shortly after being born.

How could he pass up such a good opportunity?

So the Asura God had quietly switched things around, letting an outsider's soul take Tang San's place while secretly helping Tang Hao escape.

The Asura God had originally intended to groom Tang San as his successor.

But just now, he had sensed another Killing Aura on the Douluo Continent, one steeped in the power of judgment.

He immediately cast his gaze through layer after layer of space and saw Ning Wen awaken the Asura Armor Martial Soul.

"Judgment and slaughter... this boy and I are bound by fate!"

A fervent light shone in the Asura God's eyes.

The Asura God's position governed slaughter and judgment. This was far more than an ordinary connection.

He would have this boy as his successor!

As for the successor he had originally chosen, who cared?

Tang San could do whatever he liked.

"Little one, let me give you a gift!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Asura God raised an arm. Blood-red light pierced the barrier of the Divine Realm and hurtled down toward the Douluo Continent.