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"Then this..." Xuan Ming took the Asura Demon Sword.
"You hold it."
The moment Bibi Dong's hand touched the hilt of the Asura Demon Sword, an indescribably terrifying weight suddenly pressed down, as if she wasn't holding a sword, but the entire earth! Furthermore, a surge of cold, domineering Asura God Power, filled with judgment and slaughter intent, rushed up her arm like a torrent, attempting to assail her mind and repel her, the "outsider"!
She grunted, and a Rakshasa's cunning and Asura's coldness instantly flashed in her purple eyes. The two divine forces within her, which had just achieved balance, autonomously circulated, forming a solid barrier that forcefully blocked this repulsive force. The muscles on her arm tensed slightly, and dark purple divine light and dark red Asura God Power fiercely collided and annihilated at the sword hilt, emitting faint "hissing" sounds.
This ultra-Divine Tool clearly had not truly recognized her. It still carried some lingering aura of Tang Chen, and it bore the supreme laws of the Asura God Position, remaining untamed.
Just as Bibi Dong was fully resisting the Asura Demon Sword's repulsion, her arm trembling slightly from the terrifying weight and divine force impact, a cold, majestic message, seemingly originating directly from the depths of her soul, suddenly appeared in her mind like a brand:
[Asura's Nine Tests, Eighth Test: Control the Asura Demon Sword. Time Limit: Three years.]
Bibi Dong's purple eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling divine light; it was not joy, but a decisive "just as I expected", and after being officially incorporated into the assessment system, an even heavier pressure and... motivation!
She clearly perceived that with the appearance of this assessment information, although the repulsive force from the Asura Demon Sword in her hand was still powerful, it had lost some of its previous disorder and wildness, gaining a hint of possibility to be guided and controlled by "rules".
This was no longer pure weapon resistance, but had transformed into a part of the God Test content, an obstacle she had to overcome.
"Three years... to control it..." Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her fingers gripping the sword hilt turning white from the effort, but her gaze grew even sharper. With a clear goal and time limit, her distracting thoughts were swept away.
She looked up at Xuan Ming: "The eighth test has arrived. Within three years, I must completely control it."
"That long?" Xuan Ming was startled.
"This is a true ultra-Divine Tool; the difficulty of controlling it is extremely high. Three years... is not long," Gu Yuena said seriously.
Normally, the Asura Demon Sword could only be truly controlled after completing the eighth test and obtaining the Asura Body.
Due to the conflict between Bibi Dong's Asura God Power and Rakshasa God Power, coupled with her and Xuan Ming's help, she had received the baptism of both divine forces in advance, possessing a special demigod body.
But even so, she had not gained the Asura Demon Sword's recognition, and controlling it was no simple matter.
"Your Slaughter God Domain is not strong enough, and your killing intent is also not strong enough. To control it, you need to work on these aspects," Gu Yuena said.
"Moreover, you are not a power-type Spirit Master. The Asura God's frontal combat power is the strongest in the God Realm, and his power of judgment also emphasizes absolute frontal suppression. It will be very difficult for you to gain this sword's recognition."
Bibi Dong nodded, "I understand."
Saying that, Bibi Dong infused even more power, finally managing to lift the Asura Demon Sword with difficulty.
However, if holding it was so difficult, using it in combat would be a pipe dream; carrying such a thing would purely be a burden.
"How are you so relaxed?" Bibi Dong looked at Xuan Ming, her eyes a little strange.
It was so difficult for her demigod body to pick up this sword, yet Xuan Ming seemed to be holding an ordinary sword.
"Don't treat him as a human," Gu Yuena said.
Aside from looking like a human, Xuan Ming had nothing to do with humans in other aspects.
His strength had even surpassed Di Tian; he could lift the Sea God Trident, which she had increased to 1.08 million jin, like a dumbbell for fun.
Even without spirit power, relying solely on physical strength, Xuan Ming could punch to death most Titled Douluo!
The attacks of ordinary Titled Douluo couldn't even break his defense.
He was a veritable human-shaped giant dragon!
Xuan Ming weighed the Asura Demon Sword in his hand; its mountain-crushing weight felt light as a feather in his grasp. He casually swung it twice, and the dark red blade cut through the air, emitting a heart-palpitating whine.
"It is a bit heavy," he commented objectively, then looked at Bibi Dong, "However, you'll get used to it. Your demigod body has great potential; it just needs time to adapt to this level of power."
Bibi Dong watched his relaxed and effortless demeanor, her mouth twitching slightly.
Her "a bit heavy," which she could barely lift with all her might, was probably no different from picking up a twig to Xuan Ming.
Gu Yuena was right; this guy really couldn't be viewed as human.
"I will adapt as quickly as possible." Bibi Dong took a deep breath, painstakingly slung the Asura Demon Sword over her back, and secured it with Asura God Power.
This simple action made her feel as if she was carrying a small mountain, and her movements became somewhat sluggish. But this was part of the training; under immense pressure, her body and divine force would adapt and grow faster.
"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong looked at Xuan Ming's strange gaze.
"Don't you think you look..." Xuan Ming looked at Bibi Dong carrying the giant sword on her back.
"Is it strange?"
The Asura Demon Sword was over two meters long, a wide and heavy greatsword. Although Bibi Dong was also tall, her figure appeared somewhat too petite compared to this greatsword.
"I'll take it back to the Supreme Pontiff Palace for you," Xuan Ming stepped forward and took down the Asura Demon Sword.
The moment Xuan Ming's hand touched the hilt, Bibi Dong immediately felt a lightness on her body; the terrifying weight that had almost crushed her instantly vanished. She watched Xuan Ming single-handedly carrying the giant sword, taller than herself, with movements as effortless as picking up a feather, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"It's really not convenient like that," Gu Yuena also nodded.
Bibi Dong carrying the giant sword looked less like a warrior and more like she was undergoing some kind of weighted training; her movements were restricted, and her posture was indeed somewhat incongruous.
"It doesn't repel you?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.
"I don't feel anything," Xuan Ming said.
"It's probably because I have the ring of slaughter granted by the Asura God, and a Slaughter Domain that has reached its limit. If I go all out, I can temporarily evolve the Slaughter Domain into a divine-level Asura Domain."
"Which means... you can even forcefully unleash the true power of this sword?" Bibi Dong asked strangely.
Xuan Ming thought for a moment, "Something like that. If I'm holding this thing, killing an ordinary God shouldn't be too difficult."
"..."
Xuan Ming's understated remark plunged both Bibi Dong and Gu Yuena into a brief silence.
Killing an ordinary God shouldn't be too difficult?
If these words came from anyone else, they would only be considered arrogant and ignorant. But coming from Xuan Ming's mouth, coupled with his relaxed posture while holding the Asura Demon Sword, and his terrifying strength, having mastered several embryonic forms of divine-level laws, it seemed incredibly real, even carrying a chilling sense of matter-of-factness.
Bibi Dong looked at the ultra-Divine Tool in Xuan Ming's hand, which was incredibly heavy and untamed for her, yet docile as a kitten in his grasp, even capable of unleashing god-slaying power. A complex emotion welled up in her heart.
There was resentment at her insufficient strength, helplessness at Xuan Ming's abnormal growth rate, but more than that, a sense of urgency.
She had to become stronger faster to truly control her own destiny, to truly stand by his side, rather than always being "taken care of" by him.