"Go on, Vemacitrin! Don't chicken out—get in there and smash them! Three useless Fifth Tier trash! You could charge straight in, dragons to their faces, and still win!"
Ravana thrust his six arms upward, striking scar after scar into the air of the temporary spatial dueling arena, which the spectating essence spirits had reinforced.
The Asura Race was generally warlike.
It was a nature etched into their instincts, whether viewed scientifically through the double helix of their DNA or through the souls and primordial spirits of mystical cultivation.
This race was inherently filled with belligerence and desire.
Once these members of the Asura Tribe reached the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, the law they most commonly comprehended was the law of blood.
After all, they spent every day in the Netherworld Blood Sea. Whenever they opened their eyes, there was nothing but blood.
The entire boundless world, a realm equivalent in scale to a mid-level great thousand world, was actually made entirely of blood!
How could they not comprehend the law of blood?
Then there were several other popular laws, ones more frequently comprehended by the dozens of Asura Kings at the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm within the Asura Tribe and the hundreds of Asura Kings among its subordinate races.
The law of war.
Male or female, every member of the Asura Race was an extraordinarily warlike creature.
The males liked seeking people out to fight, then beating the losers savagely or killing them.
Female Asuras and members of the Asura Race likewise enjoyed going around picking fights.
Only, after the fight, they generally used a certain method that was both delightful and not so delightful to forcibly turn the losers into dried-out corpses!
As for the method.
It was very likely that mysterious technique called the Juice-Pressing Princess.