The Bloody Asura World

Xiao Chen, still recovering from a great battle, slowly gathered his strength. The Asura Half-Ancestor stood aloof over the Forbidden Sea, his long red hair drifting in the wind, a picture of ethereal transcendence—not a trace of the Asura race’s killing aura upon him. He appeared benevolent and otherworldly.

The gods in the distance nodded silently.

Xiao Chen sneered inwardly. This old Asura was a hypocrite, feigning purity while his heart burned with murderous greed for the treasures.

“Swoosh!”

A blur tore through space. Xiao Chen pushed his Eight-Aspect Worlds divine ability to its limits, threading through the eight realms at a speed he had never before achieved.

“Boom!”

He lashed out with the four supreme killing moves—Slay God, Collapse, Suppress Demon, Reverse Chaos—without the slightest warning!

Four colossal Heavenly Steles seemed to descend from the heavens, towering and crushing, as if the very cosmos trembled.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The four enormous steles, like ten thousand demon mountains crashing down, appeared with unstoppable force, tearing through time and space. All of them slammed into the Asura Half-Ancestor’s body.

The Asura Half-Ancestor was blasted away, blood spurting from his mouth. He flew for over a dozen li before stopping.

“I told you to posture!” Xiao Chen pursued like a shadow. Even as he unleashed the four killing moves, he summoned two stone War Swords and swung them toward the bleeding old Asura.

The two giant stone swords cleaved through the air, wreathed in fierce gales. The sky trembled as they descended.

“Bang!”

Though the Asura Half-Ancestor reacted swiftly, tearing through space to dodge, one of the War Swords still struck his back solidly.

“Puh!”

The old Asura coughed blood again. This blow was nearly as heavy as the four steles, shattering two of his rear ribs.

“Shiiing!”

Three divine rainbows streaked across the sky like comets from beyond the heavens, breaking through space and hurtling toward the old Asura. Such brilliant beams of light, at the utmost speed, were impossible to evade.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

The Asura Half-Ancestor grunted again. Three bloody holes had opened in his chest and abdomen.

A flash of rainbow light—the three War Swords flew back into the stone giant and vanished.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

The old Asura, finally steadying himself, was nearly berserk. In that short span, he had suffered repeated heavy injuries and had nearly been beaten senseless. Unforgivable! Utter humiliation!

His eyes blazed like twin hellfires, shooting out terrifying beams of light.

“ROAR…”

The Asura Half-Ancestor bellowed to the heavens, his red hair whipping wildly. His body swelled, in an instant becoming a colossus hundreds of meters tall, like a primeval demon god.

He did not question why Xiao Chen had struck first. For an expert at his level, his divine awareness was formidable. If not for the opponent’s incredible speed, even a sneak attack could not have wounded him.

The old Asura was furious beyond measure. Like a giant Roc, he tore through space and extended a massive claw toward Xiao Chen.

“Hahaha…” Tianwaitian laughed loudly. “Keep pretending! Keep posing! Put on your airs! Go on, keep acting!”

The battle had erupted in a manner that left everyone stunned.

The stone giant crossed the sky, doing battle with the Asura Half-Ancestor. The Seven-Colored Sacred Tree continuously provided Xiao Chen with power, allowing him to control the battle body at will.

The old Asura, now a titan straddling heaven and earth, moved his hands and feet, and the sea of forbidden waters churned, demonic clouds rolling and coiling around him.

“Boom!”

A blood-red river suddenly burst forth, thousands of spans long, rolling inexorably toward Xiao Chen.

“Heavens… it is the blood of the Yaksha Half-Ancestor!”

The gods cried out.

Blood stretched three thousand spans!

The old Asura’s red hair swelled, transforming into a blood-colored river that swept across the sky above the Forbidden Sea, annihilating the void and sweeping all directions. It engulfed Xiao Chen, staining heaven and earth crimson, ripping the sky asunder.

“Shiiing!”

Sword aura pierced the clouds, dazzling light breaking through the heavens. The two stone War Swords in Xiao Chen’s hands slashed horizontally and vertically, emitting a resonant hum that severed the blood river.

The red hair re-formed: ten thousand strands transformed into thirty thousand serpent-thick venomous pythons, coiling around the stone giant.

A dragon’s cry resounded through heaven and earth, as if from beyond the sky. Seven-colored divine light burst from the stone giant’s chest. Seven phantom Ancestral Dragons spiraled and danced, shredding the thirty thousand pythons into fragments.

Strands of hair drifted down. More than half of the old Asura’s red mane had been sheared away.

The golden sea boiled. From deep within the distant ocean came the roars of dragons: the Ancestral Dragon Ship had sensed the Sacred Tree’s presence and was racing across the waves.

This shocked the onlookers.

But the seven dragon shadows emitted by the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree slowly receded. The Ancestral Dragon Ship halted a few dozen li away and advanced no further.

The Asura Half-Ancestor’s expression was grim. He advanced step by step, his mountain-like body radiating a chilling killing intent.

“It is the Asura World!”

The crowd in the distance cried out.

Behind the Asura Half-Ancestor, an illusory blood-colored world appeared, like an endless wall, following him as he moved forward.

Xiao Chen charged with the stone War Swords, driving them straight at the Asura Half-Ancestor.

“Clang!”

The old Asura’s blood-colored world behind him possessed an infinite pulling force, deflecting the War Swords from their course. They slipped past the Asura Half-Ancestor, were dragged into the blood-colored world, and seized from Xiao Chen’s hands.

“Do not fall into the blood-colored world!” Tianwaitian warned from behind.

Xiao Chen swiftly retreated, but the Asura Half-Ancestor advanced unhurriedly, his expression cold and merciless in the extreme.

“This is…” Xiao Chen was startled. He struck out with another sword, but again a blood-colored force swallowed it. The second stone War Sword was lost to the Asura World.

In the history of the Asura race, four or five Half-Ancestors had appeared, though never in the same era; they had all died in the distant past. But their blood had been preserved and later refined into the Bloody Asura World. It possessed great divine power, temporarily unleashing the might of two Half-Ancestors in battle.

However, the Bloody Asura World also had a weakness: it could not attack actively, only defend passively.

Hearing Tianwaitian’s transmission, Xiao Chen did not retreat—the power of two Half-Ancestors was immense!

The Asura Half-Ancestor snorted coldly, still advancing unhurriedly, feeling no fear.

“Bang!”

Seeing Xiao Chen hampered and constrained, the old Asura struck suddenly. An Asura sword swept across the sky, slashing toward him.

“Dang!”

The blood-red Asura sword left a scar on the stone giant. The Asura Half-Ancestor advanced quickly. Within the blood-colored world, a blood-red shadow suddenly appeared, staining the sky and the vision of the gods, pouncing to kill Xiao Chen.

This sudden attack surprised even Tianwaitian and Renwairen. They had never known before that a blood spirit existed within the blood-colored world—one as strong as a Half-Ancestor!

Although Xiao Chen retreated swiftly, the blood spirit still struck the stone giant.

“Hssss!”

A wisp of green smoke rose. The blood spirit’s light dimmed somewhat, but the stone giant could be seen corroding at a visible speed, its chest becoming pitted and cratered.

The Great Origin Sounds appeared. Xiao Chen used the ‘Weng’ and ‘Duo’ tones to blast the blood spirit back, driving off the being comparable to a Half-Ancestor.

A blood spirit had condensed within the Bloody Asura World, capable of attacking on its own—this was definitely bad news.

The combined power of two Half-Ancestors was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

Boom… Boom… Boom…

The Asura Half-Ancestor paced slowly through the void, advancing step by step, the blood spirit within his Asura World poised to strike at any moment.

Xiao Chen felt as though he faced a great enemy and kept retreating.

In the distance, the Skeleton King smiled and said to an Asura Emperor beside him, “Your ancestor is growing more powerful. It seems Xiao Chen can’t hold out much longer. You should lead some men to start cleaning up the situation.”

The Asura Emperor beside him was wrinkled and ancient, looking even older than the Asura Half-Ancestor. He was taken aback. “Ancestor, you mean…”

The Skeleton King smiled faintly, looking at the Asura Emperor. “Little fellow, your name is Cold Hanbing, isn’t it? I remember you were born in the ancient times, a genius of that age, leaving all your peers far behind. Truly remarkable.”

“I am ashamed, unworthy of the title ‘genius.’ I have been stuck at the Earth-Penetrating realm for millennia, unable to make the slightest progress.” The withered Cold Hanbing, skin and bones, with only a few dozen sparse hairs on his head, nonetheless felt a trace of pride at being praised by a Half-Ancestor.

“Hanbing, take your clan’s experts and join forces with the Yaksha clan. Kill them all!” The Skeleton King pointed at Jin Sanyi, Niu Ren, and the others. “I will also instruct my people to act. I will go assist your ancestor and finish off Xiao Chen.”

“Ancestor, that’s not good, is it? If we suddenly attack, Tianwaitian and Renwairen will not sit idly by.” Cold Hanbing showed a troubled expression.

The Skeleton King chuckled. “Then find a way to stir up chaos. Afterwards, I can help your ancestor strike without interference.”

“Alright!” Cold Hanbing agreed.

Within half a quarter-hour, the Forbidden Sea fell into great turmoil. Many did not even know why such chaos had erupted—blades flashed, swords gleamed, and battle cries shook the heavens.

Just then, the Skeleton King made his move. He streaked across the sky like a beam of white light, snatching one of the stone War Swords from Xiao Chen’s hand.

At that moment, Xiao Chen was entangled with the blood spirit and the Asura Half-Ancestor, completely unprepared.

“Shwoosh!”

The Yaksha Half-Ancestor, though gravely wounded, was not willing to fall behind. He tore through space and appeared, seizing another stone War Sword from Xiao Chen’s hand amidst the chaos.

“Shameless!”

Tianwaitian and Renwairen erupted in fury. Both charged forward to block the two Half-Ancestors who had struck by stealth.

“Boom!”

The void shattered, a spatial gate appeared, and a hazy silhouette emerged. The Angel Holy God revealed himself. Using supreme divine power, he pulled another stone War Sword from Xiao Chen’s body and seized it.

The Forbidden Sea fell into utter chaos. The Half-Ancestors’ goal was clear: to seize the War Swords at all costs!

The gods were shocked and all fell back.

“A melee of Half-Ancestors!”

“On the other side, battle has also begun. It seems emperors of many races are leading their troops to encircle and slaughter!” …

The situation on the other side was even grimmer. Led by Cold Hanbing, countless figures closed in on Jin Sanyi, Huo Niao, and the others. Five Asura Emperors appeared together, four Yaksha Emperors assembled, plus Skeleton Emperors…

“Xiao Chen has the stone giant to protect him—he won’t die anytime soon. But his friends will likely be wiped out! The one at the head is Cold Hanbing, the first genius of the ancient times, known as the first man among Imperial-level experts!” …

Everyone realized this would be a slaughter.

“Heh heh, I am Cold Hanbing…” The wizened Asura Emperor’s wrinkled face, like orange peel, glowed with a bit of light. After so many years in seclusion, there were still those who remembered him—the first genius of his age, the number one among Imperial-level experts.

Hearing his own admission, everyone was startled.

“It truly is the ancient prodigy!”

“Really, the First Emperor!”

“Yes, the number one!” …

Hearing such praise from the gods, Cold Hanbing felt greatly pleased. Stroking his few remaining whiskers, he smiled.

“Hahaha… haha… Pig!” Just then, the Living Buddha Ji Gong suddenly clasped his hands together and burst into laughter. In the midst of the crowd, he pointed at Cold Hanbing and shouted, “Pig!”

Cold Hanbing’s complacent expression instantly froze. In that very moment, he transformed into a great fat pig.

Tragic was the First Emperor—after countless years in seclusion and only two appearances in all that time, he had wept on the battlefield both times.

The gods clamored; Cold Hanbing’s allies stared in shock.

“Hahaha… haha… Pig!”

“Pig!” ...

The slovenly Buddha Ji Gong laughed heartily, pointing at group after group of the imperial experts. Tragedy unfolded: one fat-headed, big-eared emperor after another manifested in the sky.

On the other battlefield, Xiao Chen suddenly began pulling out stone War Swords of his own accord, hurling them toward the Half-Ancestors. The Yaksha Half-Ancestor, seeing this, broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, “No! Don’t take them!”

At that moment, the War Swords that had not been pulled from Xiao Chen’s body suddenly blazed with brilliant light and flew out of their own accord!