"Heh heh heh heh!"
Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the piercing laughter sent towering waves rolling across the entire sea.
Old Ancestor Ming He stepped out of his seclusion palace. Clad in a blood-red robe, his crimson hair fluttered without wind, while extreme excitement gleamed in his bloodthirsty eyes.
"Take a trip to the West? Raid the Western Teachings' home?"
"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Qin Mu, you truly are my kindred spirit! This is exactly the sort of thing I love doing!"
Ming He trembled with excitement from head to toe.
Back then, in his pursuit of Attaining the Dao, he had tried who knew how many methods. He created the Asura Race and founded the Asura Sect, yet in the end, he had not gained even a speck of merit.
Meanwhile, those two shameless bastards from the West cried poverty every day and went around shouting, "This item is fated with me." They had somehow scraped together enough merit through trickery and deceit to Attain Sainthood.
Ming He had held that resentment in for countless yuanhui!
Now, the chance for revenge had finally come!
"Little ones!"
Old Ancestor Ming He let out an earth-shaking roar toward the roiling Blood Sea below.
"Get the hell out here!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At his command, the tranquil Blood Sea instantly boiled. Countless Asura Race warriors with savage faces and fierce auras shot into the sky from the depths of the sea.
The men were hideous beyond compare, while the women were bewitchingly alluring. Every one of them radiated dense killing intent.
At their head stood the Four Great Demon Kings and Four Great Demon Generals of the Asura Race, each a powerhouse at the Grand Luo Golden Immortal level.
"Greetings, Sect Master!" The billions of Asura soldiers knelt densely atop the Blood