At that moment, the live broadcast that Yu Tianming had been showing to the entire continent was abruptly cut off.
Soul master duels were the most beloved form of entertainment on the Douluo Continent. For commoners, spending a few soul coins to watch a soul master battle from the back row of the Arena of Souls was the best way to pass the time. Nobles, on the other hand, not only got to witness elite soul masters up close, but also enjoyed a variety of luxurious services.
But even in the grandest arenas, the strongest fighters rarely exceeded the Soul Emperor level. Once someone reached the Soul Saint realm and awakened their Martial Soul Avatar, they stepped into the ranks of the continent's true elites—far beyond the realm of competitive soul battles. So, regardless of status, most people had little understanding of high-level soul master battles.
The clash of gods had completely transcended the imagination of the people. Even after Qian Renxue's overwhelming victory and Yu Tianming cutting the feed, the populace couldn't shake off the shock.
"Did the Angel God win? Did the evil Rakshasa finally get defeated by the merciful Angel God?"
"That was so sudden... could it be the Angel God heard our prayers?"
"I can't imagine… If the Rakshasa had taken over, what kind of miserable life would we be living…"
In their discussions, the people's reverence for the Angel God unknowingly rose several more tiers.
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Inside the Angel Palace, Qian Renxue glanced over at Yu Tianming, who had snuggled back into bed, eyes half-lidded with a lazy smile. She smirked softly and began removing her Angel armor.
After her ascension, Qian Renxue had been gifted the Angel God's divine armor. But since Tang San and Xiao Wu's attack had come so suddenly, she'd fought wearing the old crafted Angel gear. Now that the battle was over, the set forged by mortal artisans was no longer needed.
Piece by piece, she took off the armor, shed her inner garments, and changed into sleepwear before curling up beside Yu Tianming again.
Yu Tianming teased with a grin, voice full of mirth. "Angel God, you just won a climactic battle between good and evil, shouldn't you be basking in the glory? What are you doing crawling back into bed in broad daylight?"
"Hmph." Qian Renxue leaned into him, playfully pouting. "I've trained for so many years… can't I enjoy myself a little now? Besides, we're gods now. What use do we have for worldly fame?"
"You're not just here to nap, are you? You must have something you want to talk about."
Qian Renxue rolled her eyes and said slowly, "I just wanted to spend time with you. But… yes, I do want to discuss something. I can constantly feel the call of the Divine Realm now that I've become the Angel God. Tianming, when are you planning to ascend?"
"Ten years. A hundred. Maybe five hundred. But definitely not now."
"Why? Yan Yan and Rongrong will become gods soon too. Why wait so long?"
Yu Tianming's tone turned serious. "Xue'er, gods aren't as noble and impartial as you might think. You've just stepped into the divine realm at rank 100 and still need time to absorb divine energy and reach the level of a God King. Until then, we're vulnerable."
"You're here, aren't you? You've already reached first-level godhood. Isn't that enough to protect me?"
Yu Tianming shook his head. "Better to wait. I'm still in a growth phase. It won't be long before I reach level 140 and step into the God King realm. When that time comes, I'll take you all with me."
In the Divine Realm, there were five God Kings—Asura God, God of Kindness, God of Evil, God of Destruction, and the Goddess of Life. Once Dugu Yan inherited the Asura God's position, combined with Yu Tianming and Qian Renxue, their group would already control three God King thrones.
Qian Renxue sighed, nodding slightly. "Then… I suppose Grandfather will just have to wait for us a little longer up there."
Months later, in the Slaughter City.
The blood moon hung high in the sky. Its hue, murky and red like blood, cast a cold, snowy glow across the land. The air was thick with slaughter and death. Broken walls, blood-stained streets—this city of slaughter had never known daybreak.
But now, the crimson moonlight grew brighter, warmer. As if night had turned to dawn, the Slaughter City began to feel warmth it hadn't known in ages. Fallen soul masters basked in it, and for a moment, the malice in their hearts seemed to fade.
Then, the city erupted.
True killing intent surged. Combat broke out everywhere. Screams, blades, blood—it was like watching Hell unfold on earth. Corpses piled up. The streets became rivers of blood. The killing was pure, mindless, and absolute.
In the palace at the city's core, Dugu Yan suddenly opened her eyes. A storm of killing intent burst forth toward Yu Tianming, who stood calmly before her, clapping softly.
"Yan Yan, congratulations. You've ascended and become the Asura God."
"Asura God…" Dugu Yan looked at her hands with dazed wonder. "I feel like I haven't transcended… instead, the killing intent in me has multiplied. It's like I've become the god of slaughter itself, not Asura…"
"To wear the crown, you must bear its weight," Yu Tianming said gently. "Asura is the only God King with a legacy. Of course, his power isn't so easy to control. What you're feeling is temporary—once your strength catches up, you'll master it."
Dugu Yan exhaled and looked out at the distant horizon.
Her trials had nearly obliterated the Slaughter City. Tens of thousands of fallen soul masters had already died. The city, once a prison for irredeemables, had become a blood-soaked graveyard. Only a few hundred remained—not champions, just survivors who hadn't yet been found.
Dugu Yan opened her mouth to speak but fell silent, eyes landing on the few remaining soul masters.
Yu Tianming saw her hesitation and smiled. "The Slaughter City was always a mistake. Now, by destroying it, you've sent countless wicked soul masters to Hell. That's not a bad thing."
"But…"
"Yan Yan, most of those fallen were criminals who should've been executed. Letting them live here was unjust to begin with. Now that we rule, there's no longer a place for them."
"But without this place, they'll have nowhere to go. What if they wreak havoc across the continent?"
Before she could finish, Dugu Yan caught herself—how could they possibly escape from Yu Tianming and Qian Renxue now?
Yu Tianming smiled. "Thousands of years ago, both the Asura and Rakshasa left their mark on this place. Now you've reached rank 100 here too. It's time for you to give the Slaughter City new purpose."
Dugu Yan stood, slinging the crimson Asura Divine Sword over her back. She stepped to the window, the scent of blood riding the wind through her black hair.
"Tianming, from now on this place will be one grand arena. Battles of strength and death. That's what fits the Asura God's title."
Yu Tianming nodded. "The old Rakshasa-tainted rituals were too indirect. Let this become a place of pure combat."
"Yes. Let the true blood trials begin. The rest can be dealt with by the Spirit Empire."
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Meanwhile, deep in the Blue Silver Forest.
The once verdant blue silver grass had disappeared, replaced by jagged, blackened versions—Dark Blue Silver Grass, like brambles. Not a soul could be found within.
Tang San, after hours of toil, glanced toward the distant light from Slaughter City and muttered,
"Xiao Wu, do you see that red light? Another god might've been born there."
Xiao Wu scoffed. "Why do you care? The whole world knows who we are now. No one will help us. If we want to survive, we'll have to rely on this land and what we can grow. Focus on the field, not the sky."
After losing their godhood, Tang San and Xiao Wu had become pariahs, abandoned by the world and forced to live in seclusion, feeding themselves through farming. Fearing Qian Renxue's judgment, they dared not commit further crimes. Their survival now depended on their crops.
Tang San said nothing, returning to work in silence. 'Xuantian Record, Rule One: Never let anyone you don't fully trust know your true strength. All my hidden weapons are exposed. I even lost to Xiao Wu and that damn fatty. My Dark Blue Silver Grass gets hard countered by Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix. How humiliating.'
But he could only rage inwardly. Life had crushed his pride. Even worse, Ma Hongjun's fiery urges hadn't disappeared. Now, they targeted Tang San directly—his looks too beautiful to ignore.
Xiao Wu… had somehow been turned. She actually helped Ma Hongjun take him down.
Imagine it: Tang San without his manhood, and Xiao Wu with Ma Hongjun's. When the two met, what kind of twisted chemistry would spark?
(End of Chapter)
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