Tang Chen's gaze turned sharp, his voice cold. "What have you done to the Clear Sky Sect?"
"Of course, wiped it out completely." Bibi Dong sneered. "Tang Chen, a lifetime of glory wasted—your descendants are nothing but disappointments. Your great-grandson Tang San, losing in a duel, actually walked the path of a Fallen Soul Master. If I'm not mistaken, after fleeing to this Slaughter City, he must have devoured countless soul masters. To nurture and shelter a Fallen Soul Master… Tang Chen, you know what that means."
"Bibi Dong, stop spouting lies!" Tang San's heart sank—his disguise exposed. He retorted instantly.
"This was all Yang Yunhai's scheme to frame me. Your Spirit Hall fanned the flames and used it as an excuse to destroy the Clear Sky Sect."
"Heh… Tang San, do you really think your devouring Bu Le and the others could be hidden?" Bibi Dong sneered.
Tang San instantly thought of Ning Rongrong, his eyes narrowing. "If you want to condemn me, you'll always find a crime."
"Whether true or not, you know well enough in your heart." Bibi Dong's lips curled. "I only explained this much for Tang Chen's sake. That's all. Now—you may die."
With that, her palm struck out, the air itself distorting.
Bang! Tang Chen flashed forward, blocking the strike, his grip tightening around the Asura Demon Sword.
Whether Bibi Dong spoke truth or lies, Tang San was still his great-grandson—the only family left to him in this world.
"True Body of the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor!" Bibi Dong wasted no time. Her martial soul erupted into its full form—blood-red armor encasing her, scythe-like spider spears extending from her arms, with three pairs more unfurling from her back.
The Soul Devouring Spider Emperor had once been emerald green, but after comprehending the Death God Domain in her god trials and fusing part of her power with Asura's divine force, it had evolved into a darker, bloodier form.
Six black and three red spirit rings rose beneath her feet. The terrifying pressure shook the great hall.
"Demigod!" Tang Chen's face grew grim.
Breaking free of the control, he too had completed the eighth trial, earning recognition from the Asura Demon Sword. Divine power had poured into him, raising him to a Demigod's level.
But after years of being parasitized by the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, and poisoned to the core, his body was fragile, on the verge of collapse. Asura's power was anything but gentle—his mortal frame could barely endure it.
Even with a divine weapon in hand, defeating a fully awakened Demigod Bibi Dong was beyond his grasp.
Bibi Dong's ninth ring lit up, dark-gold light cloaking her body. Then her first ring flared. "Ninth Skill—Thousand Ton Ant's Might! First Skill—Crescent Slash!"
All eight spider spears lashed forward at once, releasing eight massive crescent blades of light.
"Go!" Tang Chen roared, his aura exploding outward. The force blasted Tang San away to safety. At the same instant, his sword cleaved out in a flurry.
Clang, clang, clang!
The collisions drove him back step by step.
With eighteen spirit rings absorbed, a full set of high-tier spirit bones, and now empowered by the Thousand Ton Ant Emperor's spirit ability, Bibi Dong's physical might was monstrous—far surpassing Tang Chen's weakened state.
"Slaughter Domain!" Tang Chen released his domain.
"Death God Domain!" Bibi Dong countered instantly. Their overlapping domains canceled each other's negative effects.
'She's mastered the Death God Domain to this extent already?' Tang Chen thought grimly.
'My body… I can't last long. I must preserve my life long enough to see her one last time.' His eyes hardened. Nine rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—flared beneath him. His left hand grasped the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Ring Detonation!" The first four rings shattered one after another.
"Slaughter Domain—Asura Descends!" Crimson light blazed across his body, the phantom of the Asura God looming behind him as his aura soared sky-high.
"Asura Sword Art—Limitless Slash!" His sword lifted high, the phantom mirroring him.
"Death God Domain—Asura Descends!" Behind Bibi Dong, the phantom of the Asura God also appeared. Her eight spider spears folded in, glowing with dark-gold light. Her ninth ring blazed.
"Ant Emperor Severing Strike!" The crescent blades fused together into a single devastating slash.
Rumble! The great hall quaked violently, stones crashing from above.
Tang San and the black-veiled maiden had already fled outside.
Tang Chen's sword-light fell first—twenty meters of blazing scarlet sword aura cleaving downward. Bibi Dong's eightfold strike met it head-on.
Boom! The blast split the air. Tang Chen's divine weapon lent him the edge, shattering the converged blades.
"Ant Emperor Bulwark!" Bibi Dong instantly raised her eighth skill. A defensive wall of terrifying might blocked the remnants of his strike with ease.
Cough! The backlash rocked Tang Chen. The poison in his body flared, black blood spilling from his lips.
"You're poisoned!" Bibi Dong's eyes gleamed. Her spears carved apart the aftershock as her domain shifted. "Death Domain!"
Green light erupted beneath her feet, igniting every toxin within his body. Tang Chen staggered, feeling the venom rampage within him.
"Sixth Skill—Eternal Rend!" Bibi Dong's scythe-blades gleamed with death energy as she dove, giving him no chance to retreat.
"Child… don't underestimate me!" Tang Chen's eyes blazed. He knew he couldn't escape unless he struck back.
"Clear Sky Nine Absolutes—Nine-Nine Returns One!" His hammer and sword swung together.
Bang, bang, bang! Sword and hammer clashed with her scythes and spears in a storm of collisions. The hall collapsed around them as the battle spilled into the skies above Slaughter City.
Below, the citizens screamed in terror.
"Argh!" Anyone struck by stray force was instantly reduced to mist.
From a shadowed corner, Tang San—once again in disguise—watched silently, suppressing his aura.
In the sky, Tang Chen's power surged, his body transforming into a colossal blood-red dragon—the final form of the Nine Absolutes.
"Ring Detonation!" His fifth and sixth rings burst. The dragon grew solid.
"Devouring Soul Light!" Bibi Dong's chest erupted with a crimson beam nearly a meter wide, meeting the dragon head-on.
The next second, her armor flashed, red turning to violet as her ninth ring flared. Her entire body became translucent like jade.
"Immortal Body!"
Rip! The Asura Demon Sword pierced straight through her chest. But at that instant, her scythes hooked upward, severing Tang Chen's right arm. The force flung her away, crashing into the ruins below.
"Sacrificing yourself for the sword… clever." Tang Chen gritted his teeth, turning without hesitation to flee.
Tang San's eyes flashed as he followed from afar.
Crash! The rubble burst apart. Bibi Dong soared upward, her wound already healed, the Asura Demon Sword clutched in her hand—along with Tang Chen's severed arm bone.
Cough. She wiped the blood from her lips, glancing around. Tang Chen had already vanished.
"Asura God's eighth trial—complete." The voice resounded in her mind. Power surged from the divine blade, but the backlash of containing it left her pale.
'So much divine power… I must stabilize quickly, or risk ending like Tang Chen.' She turned, vanishing into the distance.
Meanwhile, Tang Chen, poisoned and broken, staggered out of Slaughter City's passage.
"Great-grandfather!" Tang San called out, waiting at the exit.
Hearing his voice echo in the tunnel, Tang Chen turned back, scooping him up as they flew.
"Grandfather, I know of hidden places outside where you can rest."
"Good." Tang Chen nodded. His strength was fading; he needed sanctuary.
"Xiao San, tell me—what has happened in the outside world these years?" His tone carried both worry and reproach.
"Great-grandfather, you must avenge the Clear Sky Sect." Tang San launched into his carefully rehearsed tale.
When finished, Tang Chen examined his wrist with soul power. No trace of human devouring could be found. As for soul beast poison, that was forgivable.
"Sigh… you're too impulsive, like Hao once was. This disaster is partly my fault too. Had I broken free earlier, perhaps none of this would have happened." His eyes dimmed with regret.
"Don't say that!" Tang San urged. "It was Spirit Hall's ambition. They would have destroyed us regardless. Yang Yunhai was only a pawn. Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was complicit."
'All of them must die…' Tang San sneered inwardly.
"Enough. It's useless to dwell on it now. Let's find shelter first."
"Xiao San, with your talent, you'll surpass me one day. I'll teach you the sect's secret arts."
"Grandfather, aren't you still here with me?"
Tang Chen shook his head sadly. "My time is short. There's someone I must see. When the world hunts you, it's no longer safe to wander. Later, you'll come with me to Sea God Island. There lies a divine inheritance. If you succeed, you can restore the sect's glory."
'You're no longer of use to me. I already have my own god trial…' Tang San laughed coldly inside, though his face remained solemn. "Yes, Great-grandfather."
Soon they reached a valley.
"Sit. The force from detonated rings still lingers in me. I'll use it to pass down our techniques." Tang Chen began to demonstrate the Clear Sky Sect's secret art.
But his strength gave out. Coughing blood, he sank to one knee.
Tang San rushed behind him, pretending to support him—until his Eight Spider Lances shot forward with a shrill crack, piercing Tang Chen's chest and throat.
"You—!" Tang Chen's powerful spirit sense felt it, but too late.
Venom surged into his body.
"Forgive me, Great-grandfather. For the Clear Sky Sect, for Father, Mother, Aunt, Uncle… this sacrifice is necessary." Tang San's voice was calm, almost icy. "The Rakshasa God has chosen me. You are my second trial. I have no choice."
His palm slammed down on Tang Chen's skull.
Already weakened, poisoned, and collapsing, Tang Chen could not resist. Blood sprayed as his body fell limp.
Tang San sat cross-legged, eyes closed, absorbing rapidly. His brow glowed purple.
Buzz… Divine waves rippled. Tang Chen's Demigod level soul shattered, streaming into Tang San. His spiritual power climbed higher and higher.
An hour later, Tang Chen's body was withered like a husk.
Tang San opened his eyes, joy flashing.
"Four levels… I advanced four ranks!" He had reached rank 78 in one leap—equal to absorbing a 100,000 year spirit ring.
Searching the corpse, his delight deepened. Five spirit bones gleamed within—including a 100,000 year torso bone.
"No wonder Tang Chen reached rank 99. These bones must have been the Clear Sky Sect's greatest treasures."
He absorbed four, raising himself to rank 80 within two days.
"Rakshasa God's ninth trial, second test, complete. Reward: Rakshasa affinity +5%. Additional reward: God-bestowed Spirit Ring."
A purple orb floated before him.
"A divine treasure!" Tang San snatched it eagerly.
"Third test: Slay and purge all Fallen Soul Masters within Slaughter City."
Tang San's eyes flickered. "I wonder if Bibi Dong is still there. No rush."
Turning, he buried Tang Chen beneath a mound of earth. "Great-grandfather… forgive me."
Then he sat again, absorbing the God-bestowed ring.
Two days later, a blood-red ring pulsed at his feet. The Poison Corrosion Grass swayed in his hand, sinister and alive.
"Rank 85 already…" His eyes widened in shock.
'My energy is still overflowing. Once I stabilize, I'll break through again.'
Clenching his fists, he smirked coldly. "First, I'll consolidate. Then… back to Slaughter City."
(End of Chapter)
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