For a child like Qian Renxue, Asura baleful aura was undoubtedly lethal!
"Oh no!"
Chen Qianqiu's heart jolted. He had been so busy analyzing Tang San's situation that he had nearly forgotten this little blonde.
With no time to think, Chen Qianqiu's eyes suddenly lit up!
Deep within his dark-gold pupils, golden glass seemed to melt and flow, radiating a vast, ancient presence.
The next instant, surging draconic might poured from those slit pupils!
In Chen Qianqiu's bloodline memories, gods had never been lofty rulers, but one delicious meal after another.
The gods might be supreme to other living beings, but before Chen Qianqiu, they amounted to nothing more than lolis, serving no purpose beyond teasing his appetite!
What was more, this was not even the Asura God himself appearing in person, merely the presence released by a weapon.
So even though Chen Qianqiu had only just begun developing, as long as Tang San did not leap out of the womb and slash him with the sword to inflict physical damage, none of this flashy nonsense could possibly suppress him.
Draconic might surged out like a tide. Chen Qianqiu could clearly feel the excitement in his bloodline-the instinctive response of a predator catching the scent of prey.
The blood-black baleful aura that had been rampaging in every direction recoiled wildly the instant it touched that draconic might, as though it had encountered its natural enemy!
The Asura baleful aura filling the air was soon trapped firmly by the draconic might, relentlessly herded back and compressed!
In just a few breaths, the terrifying baleful aura that had filled the entire valley was kneaded like dough by Chen Qianqiu into an incredibly dense ball!
Chen Qianqiu slowly raised his head and opened his draconic maw.
"Roar!"
With a cool, clear dragon cry, terrifying devouring force erupted from Chen Qianqiu's mouth!
The ball of aura, still trying to struggle and constantly leaking outward, was utterly powerless to resist. It was sucked into his maw in an instant!
Chen Qianqiu's throat bobbed as he swallowed it down with relish.
So good!
The Asura Demon Sword's power was broken down directly inside Chen Qianqiu, turning into nourishing energy that merged into his body. Its effects were who knew how many times stronger than ordinary medicinal herbs.
"Burp..."
Chen Qianqiu let out a comfortable belch, then a long sigh.
At that same moment, everyone in the valley felt the weight on their hearts suddenly lift!
That terrifying power that had pressed down on them until they could barely breathe had somehow dissipated into heaven and earth.
"What happened?"
"Why did that presence just disappear?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing confusion in the other's eyes.
Guang Ling and Jiang Mo exchanged a glance, then looked thoughtfully toward the distant carriage, their expressions doubtful. Had they imagined it?
"Retreat!"
Elsewhere, Qian Xunji made an immediate decision and ordered coldly:
"Stop pursuing Tang Hao for now. There are too many suspicious things about him. We're returning to Spirit Hall first!"
No one objected, and they swiftly withdrew from the battlefield.
When he had a moment, Qian Xunji approached the carriage and lifted the curtain, his gaze briefly pausing.
Qian Renxue had clearly turned Xiao Hei, whom she was raising, into an oversized pillow. She lay there quietly, her little face somewhat pale but her breathing steady. She was clearly asleep.
The little beast had his tail gently curled around her, and there was a trace of exhaustion in his dark-gold slit pupils as well.
Qian Xunji was silent for a moment, then merely reached out and gently patted Chen Qianqiu's head.
The scales were cool, with a distinctive feel.
Thanks to the Angel Martial Soul's unique vision, Qian Xunji had actually noticed a few things. He also knew that the little beast his daughter was raising was anything but ordinary, able to communicate with people not long after hatching.
But Qian Xunji said little at that moment. Although he did not know exactly what was special about this little beast, he bore Qian Renxue no hostility. If Qian Xunji pressed too aggressively and angered him, his daughter would lose her only playmate.
Taking another long look at Chen Qianqiu, Qian Xunji withdrew his hand and walked ahead.
The carriage had traveled quite a distance, and its jolting was making Chen Qianqiu sleepy. Heavy drowsiness washed over him.
Although that Asura baleful aura had been mediocre in quality, there had certainly been plenty of it. One mouthful had stuffed him until his belly bulged.
It was not an unpleasant feeling.
Quite the opposite: after refining the Asura Demon Sword's baleful aura, he felt warm all over, as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring. Naturally, he wanted to close his eyes and sleep.
If just a Super Divine Artifact's baleful aura was this delicious, what about the artifact itself, or even the Asura God himself? That would be something else. The thought alone made his mouth water.
But then again...
Chen Qianqiu shook his head. The original plot had now veered badly off course. He needed to think things through carefully.
This trip had brought both gains and losses. In all seriousness, Spirit Hall would be entirely justified in erecting a statue of him, Chen Qianqiu.
First, Qian Xunji had not died. That was the best thing of all. With him around, Spirit Hall would not fall into chaos anytime soon.
And Qian Renxue's childhood would be much better as a result. At least she would not have to face Bibi Dong alone. With Qian Xunji standing in front of her, no matter what, Qian Renxue would not be the person Bibi Dong hated most right now.
He had preserved two top-tier combatants for Spirit Hall in one stroke. Greatness needed no further words.
But as for the Clear Sky Sect...
Chen Qianqiu scratched his head.
Ah Yin surviving was not the most important part. That had its good and bad sides. The bad was the addition of another variable. Tang Hao's actions had never been easy to predict, and now they would be even harder.
There was an upside, though: it was now practically impossible for Tang Hao's ninth Soul Ring to retain its original hundred-thousand-year quality. His ceiling had been greatly lowered. However much he grew, Golden Crocodile would at least be able to trade his life for Tang Hao's in the future.
The biggest problem here was Tang San. Chen Qianqiu had never expected God King Tang San to be reborn back here. Fortunately, he was still only a fetus right now. No matter what, there was not much he could do.
Chen Qianqiu poked his head out of the carriage window. Qian Xunji was riding alongside several Worshippers, his expression grave as they discussed something.
Ah, if only we could eliminate the threat for good as soon as possible.
Chen Qianqiu sighed inwardly. As he saw it, Spirit Hall should attack the Clear Sky Sect now at any cost and eliminate the threat for good, but that clearly was not realistic.
He was a dragon of little standing whose words carried little weight. Even if he told them everything, Qian Daoliu would not break his promise and attack the Clear Sky Sect on his word alone. Besides, Tang San still had the Asura Demon Sword beside him.
I wonder how much power is left in the Asura Demon Sword that traveled back with Tang San.
Chen Qianqiu was not quite sure.
Actually, as a Super Divine Artifact, the Asura Demon Sword theoretically could not interfere freely in the mortal realm, or it would upset the balance between the mortal realm and the Divine Realm.
These things from the Divine Realm would surely be weakened and suppressed if they tried to act.
Of course, no one could really say how well those rules were enforced.
Whether it was Tang San as the Asura God, the previous old Asura God, or the neighboring Sea God, were their words not all just farts? They acted however they pleased in the mortal realm. Had they been punished?
Chen Qianqiu could not help suspecting that perhaps the Divine Realm had no rules at all and was simply a land beyond the law.
But speaking of which, could Qian Daoliu suppress the Asura Demon Sword in its current state?