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

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

It was Martial Soul Awakening Day.

The vast Sect Square stretched out beneath them, its bluestone paving level and broad.

Every child in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who had turned six had been summoned here, nearly a hundred children 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 long, orderly lines.

At the far end of the square stood four Martial Soul Awakening arrays. Beside each was a cold black stone for testing Soul Power, with a capable sect Soul Master presiding over each array.

As the person with the strongest connections 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 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 look as cute as a doll.

When Ning Wen looked her way, she immediately turned her little head aside.

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

Worse, her father had given her a harsh scolding over one little thing.

The more she endured, the angrier she got. The more she backed down, the more unfair it felt.

But there was nothing she could do.

She could hardly beat someone up for no reason just because she had heard what he was thinking, could she?

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

So Ning Rongrong decided that what she could not see or hear could not bother her.

Usually fond of shirking her training to play, she had, unusually, spent whole days cultivating.

"How did I offend that little princess again?" Ning Wen was baffled.

Then, after a long silence, the Voice Pack sounded again.

[That's right. The same old trick. Feigning Retreat to get a hold over This Seat!]

[You're just waiting for This Seat to grow a little fond of you before showing the arrogance and pride in your bones!]

[Do you think This Seat will make the same mistake and fall for it again?]

Ning Wen glanced at Ning Rongrong with some sympathy and clicked his tongue to himself.

Good grief. What kind of villainous young lady did the Voice Pack think Ning Rongrong was?

Honestly, she had it pretty rough!

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

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

But when it came to the little girl Ning Rongrong, it was downright vicious.

As if she had cheated on him.

It was absurd!

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

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong exchanged odd looks.

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

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

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

Before long, 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 array, and countless points of light instantly drifted 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 floated from the array and streamed into Ning Wen like fireflies.

Ning Wen closed his eyes, feeling the warm energy circulate through his body.

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

A fierce, pure, terrifying Killing Aura surged outward.

"What a terrifying Killing Aura!"

In the VIP seats, Sword Douluo Chen Xin sprang to his feet, eyes fixed on the center of the array.

That Killing Aura could almost rival hers!

The heavens shifted, and the sky changed color!

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

Within them, blood-red lightning churned and roared.

Bolts of crimson lightning spiraled together around Ning Wen's chest, wrapping him completely.

Within a few breaths, the lightning vanished.

Ning Wen's appearance had changed completely.

A fierce, imposing suit of armor in purple, black, and gold stood before the crowd.

Sharp spikes rose from its helm. An energy core etched with mysterious patterns was set in its chest, while a dark-purple cape billowed behind him without a breath of wind.

The Asura Armor!

The embodiment of absolute judgment!

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

The suffocating pressure weighed on everyone present like an invisible mountain, making it hard to breathe.

At the same time, in the Divine Realm.

Inside the Asura God's Temple.

Upon an immense, towering throne, a tall, imposing figure slowly opened his eyes. His scarlet pupils gleamed with a chilling light.

He was the Asura God, one of the Five Great God Kings of the Divine Realm. As the god of slaughter, he governed killing, judgment, and law.

But 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 his position as Asura God, leave the Divine Realm alone, and explore more distant worlds.

Not long ago, the Asura God had noticed an extraordinary person on the Douluo Continent: Tang San.

Tang San not only possessed great fortune; he was also a direct descendant of Tang Chen, the Asura God's previous candidate for succession.

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

Tang San could hardly have had better credentials.

Unfortunately, the Asura God had arrived too late. Tang San had been caught in the battle between Tang Hao and Spirit Hall shortly after his birth and had long since died.

But how could the Asura God let such a good opportunity pass?

So he had secretly arranged for a soul from another world to replace Tang San, then helped Tang Hao escape.

The Asura God had originally planned to groom Tang San as his next 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 across the barriers of space and saw Ning Wen awaken the Asura Armor as his Martial Soul.

"Judgment and slaughter. This boy is destined for me!"

The Asura God's eyes shone with excitement.

His position governed both slaughter and judgment. This was far more than a passing connection.

He would have this boy!

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 spoke, the Asura God raised an arm. Blood-red light pierced the barrier of the Divine Realm and hurtled toward the Douluo Continent.