Bone-deep, icy killing intent wrapped the battered Asura God tight.
The Ming Lord's figure blotted out the sky like a god and a demon. A phantom silver dragon coiled across the heavens, sealing every escape route the Asura God had, leaving him no quarter.
Driven to the brink, the ever-proud Asura God finally panicked. Terror tore away his dignity, and his frantic roar shook the mountain forest.
"Don't kill me! I'll submit! I'll offer up my inheritance! The complete Asura Godhood inheritance is yours!"
His body trembled violently, but the Asura God did not understand: the rampaging young man before him could never endure the constraints of the Divine Realm's rules!
The Godhood Inheritance ordinary Soul Masters dreamed of, that supreme divine authority, held no allure for Huo Yuhao.
When temptation failed, viciousness flashed in the Asura God's eyes. He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse with frenzy. "Kill me, and the Divine Realm will sense it and sound the alarm! You won't just doom me. The entire Douluo Continent will be buried with me!!"
The Asura God knew his own nature all too well. As a god of slaughter born from the Divine Realm's rules, the destruction of his divine soul would inevitably trigger an alarm in the Divine Realm.
Though Tang San had long since claimed his Godhood, the lingering mark of his divine seed could still draw the Divine Realm's gaze.
At worst, he could use the Asura Demon Sword's power to force himself into coexistence with Tang San's Godhood. Even if he was likely to be devoured, he could drag the entire plane down with him and make everyone share his grave.
Threats and inducements, a desperate fight to the death—these were his final struggles!
Before the Ming Lord's phantom and the silver dragon, his threats