"Other gods?"
"That's right. During the trial, I was struck by the Rakshasa God's hidden move, parasitized by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, and ultimately became the Slaughter King of Slaughter City."
"So that's how it was."
"That's right. You can rest assured and continue the next trials without any misgivings."
Tang San felt slightly more at ease. His Asura Trial had already reached the Sixth Test. Giving up now would truly have been something of a pity. Now that he had heard his great-grandfather say there was nothing wrong with the Asura Trial itself, he finally relaxed.
The blood from the hole in Tang Chen's abdomen still had not stopped, but Tang San showed no intention of helping him at all. For one thing, he had no way to deal with the wound caused by Bodhi Blood. For another, the task issued by the divine trial was to kill the Slaughter King. Even if the person before him was his so-called great-grandfather, he had no intention of giving up the trial.
Tang Chen clearly understood this as well, so he had not the slightest desire to cling to life. Instead, he wanted to ask about the sect's current situation.
"Is Tang Tian still the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect?"
Tang San was slightly startled. Then grief appeared on his face, and he shook his head. Tang Chen's expression instantly darkened.
"What happened? Did something happen to the Clear Sky Sect?"
"The Clear Sky Sect no longer exists."
"What! Cough, cough!"
His violent rage tugged at his wound, and Tang Chen coughed up several more mouthfuls of blood, staring at Tang San in disbelief.
Sensing that Tang Chen would not be able to hold on much longer, Tang San had no intention of hiding anything.
"Because we