[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - 36

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Chapter 128: The voice of the enraged zombie god,
Ba, seemed to carry immense fury. Though not loud, the voice seemed to strike directly at the soul of the Asura King, forcing him to retreat involuntarily.
The difference in their levels meant the Asura King was utterly powerless against Ba. Even though the Asura King was known as the God of War in the Heavenly Realm, his level was far inferior to that of the ancient god, the Zombie God.
"Asura Blood Curse..."
Unable to withstand Ba's power, the Asura King gritted his teeth and slashed his wrist with his seven-colored sword. Bright red blood gushed from the wound. The Asura King placed his injured arm above his head, and the scalding blood quickly flowed throughout his body.
"Is this guy crazy? Why is he self-harming for no reason? Is he some kind of disciple of Li Fengzi, practicing the Car Wheel Divine Skill?"
Yang Yan asked curiously, watching the Asura King's actions. It seems there was a madman many years ago who called himself a cult leader, believing there was a car wheel spinning inside his head. There's probably some connection between these two madmen.
"Haha, the Asura Blood Curse that only the Asura King can use! Haha, you're all doomed! My father will kill you all to avenge me!"
The Asura, tortured beyond recognition by Yang Yan, laughed loudly.
"The Asura Blood Curse? What's that?"
Yang Yan asked coldly.
"You'll find out soon enough..."
The Asura smiled smugly.
"Answer my questions directly, stop with the nonsense."
Yang Yan stomped on the Asura's face, and with a forceful stomp, the Asura let out a pig-like scream.
"You rabbit, answer honestly!"
As soon as Yang Yan removed his foot, several torture experts began to mercilessly lash out at the Asura with whips. Seeing that the Asura refused to accept instruction and dared to continue angering his master, these experts felt they were losing face and used all their methods to severely punish him.
"Stop hitting me, I'll tell you..."
Ashura cried out.
"Speak quickly!"
the interrogator roared viciously.
"The Asura Blood Curse is a special ability that can only be used by each generation of Asura Kings after its inheritance. It uses the Asura King's own warlike blood as a catalyst to unleash the potential of his entire body. Once an Asura King uses this skill on himself, he can instantly increase his power tenfold. This is the secret to the Asura King's undefeated reign over the Heavenly Realm for thousands of years..."
Under the threat of the whip, Ashura honestly betrayed his father.
"Tenfold? Ba, don't give him a chance to show his strength. Kill him."
Yang Yan snorted coldly. Even if the Asura King's strength were increased tenfold, it would still be difficult for him to match Ba, the god of zombies. However, just to be on the safe side, Yang Yan still gave the order to Ba.
"Yes..."
Ba replied, her body swaying, and suddenly she appeared in front of the Asura King, her jade hands, more terrifying than any divine weapon, reaching for the Asura King's throat.
"War..."
In that instant, a huge "War" character appeared on the forehead of the Asura King. The Asura King roared and suddenly punched the hands of the demon. The moment their fists and palms made contact, their divine powers were fully unleashed. The demon took a step back, while the Asura King let out a wail and flew backward. His flight path was right next to the Yaksha King. The moment he reached the Yaksha King, the Asura King reached out and grabbed the Yaksha King's only remaining arm. Suddenly, their bodies blurred and disappeared.
"Damn it!"
Unexpectedly, the Asura King, hailed as the God of War of the Heavens, had escaped after using a secret technique. Ba roared in fury, his anger finding no outlet. A golden ball of light suddenly appeared in his hand. He pushed it forward with both hands, sending the golden ball flying directly ahead, across the lake behind the amusement park, and landing perfectly on a small island in the middle of the lake. The ball of light seemed to land on the island without any obstruction, quickly disappearing. Then, the earth trembled violently. After the violent shaking, a dazzling ball of light, like the sun, suddenly rose from the rocks on the island, and in the blink of an eye, the entire island erupted in a blinding flash. Then came a deafening roar, like thunder, followed by a violent shockwave that raged across the land. When everyone's eyes returned to normal, the entire sky seemed cloudless. All the water and islands that had once been part of the lake had vanished, leaving behind a crater tens of square kilometers in size. All vegetation within the crater had been completely wiped out. The only survivors nearby were Yang Yan and some of his subordinates.
It seemed that even in its rage and madness, Ba hadn't forgotten to shield Yang Yan from the shockwave.
"I'm sorry, Daddy..."
Ba reverted to her little girl form, pitifully tugging at Yang Yan's clothes, tears welling in her eyes.
"It's alright, it's just an abandoned amusement park, nothing serious,"
Yang Yan quickly comforted her.
"But...but...that Asura demon escaped..."
Ba said sadly.
"Alright, be good, don't cry. They can run away, but they can't hide. Since those Indians have no dignity, we don't need to argue with them about morality. We'll go to India soon, we'll definitely catch them."
Yang Yan comforted Ba, holding him in his arms.
"Master, what should we do with this kid?"
The interrogation expert asked, pointing at the pale-faced Asura.
"Give him a good thrashing."
Looking at the guy who had seriously injured Xiao Bai, Yang Yan snorted coldly.
"Let's go, Athena."
Yang Yan beckoned to Athena, signaling her to get in the car and leave.
Less than three hundred meters from the edge of the deep pit Ba had created, after a long while, a cloud of dust rose, and the mud-covered Asura King, panting heavily, struggled to drag the Yaksha King out of the mud.
"Master, are you alright..."
The Yaksha King seemed to have just regained consciousness, struggling to open his eyes and asking the Asura King before him.
“That woman is no ordinary person. She seems to be an ancient Chinese goddess. Even a casual strike possessed such immense destructive power. If I hadn't reacted quickly and pulled you away in time, we wouldn't have seen the sun rise tomorrow if we had met that attack head-on.”
The Asura King, leaning on his sword, gasped for breath.
“Master… let’s leave here as soon as possible…”
Despite losing an arm, the Yaksha King had no intention of lingering. He had thought there were few powerful figures in China, but unexpectedly, several incredibly strong women had suddenly appeared. The Yaksha King now only wanted to leave this terrifying country as quickly as possible and never return.
“You think I don’t want to leave soon?”
The Asura King coughed, spitting out a lot of blood. His clash with the Zombie God had injured him instantly. Otherwise, with the power of the Asura Blood Curse, he should have been teleported thousands of miles away, instead of being buried in the ground like this.
“Master, are you badly injured?”
the Yaksha King asked with concern.
"They're not dead yet. Once I return to the Asura Clan, I will lead 300,000 Asura warriors to seek revenge and slaughter these guys without leaving a single one alive."
" When have I ever suffered such a loss?" the Asura King thought bitterly.
"I, the Yaksha King, will not rest until I have avenged this!"
the Yaksha King declared coldly. In his hundreds of years of ruling the Yaksha clan, this was the first time he had suffered such a humiliation.
"My poor son..."
Thinking of his son, the most talented little Asura, the Asura King was filled with resentment. His son had been beaten beyond recognition before his eyes, and now even he himself had been driven away by the Chinese. He truly hoped these Chinese wouldn't be so cruel. If only he could wait a few more days until he returned to the Asura Realm, he could lead the Asura army to rescue Asura.
"Don't worry, Junior Brother will be alright."
Thinking of the humiliation Asura suffered at Yang Yan's hands, where was there any resemblance to the valiant and invincible Asura? Although the Yaksha King was filled with contempt, his face showed no displeasure. He even comforted the Asura King.
Chapter 128 The Lower Heaven Emperor Indra
The Ganges River is the sacred river of India. Brahmanists believe that the Ganges water has the power to cleanse the soul, and only those who have been cleansed in the Ganges can receive the protection of the great god Brahma. Therefore, countless Indians make pilgrimages to the Ganges every year, and in the hearts of Indians, it is a must to visit the Ganges at least once in their lifetime.
At the source of the Ganges, in a desolate mountainous area, the Yaksha King, who has lost an arm, and the Asura King, who looks extremely haggard, are struggling forward.
"Who do we have here? Isn't this the Asura King, who is known as the number one war god in the heavens, and the Yaksha King, the number one killing god? Why are you in such a sorry state? Hahaha."
Suddenly, a loud laugh rang out, and in a burst of light, a burly man with three eyes and a full beard appeared in the sky, wearing armor and riding a winged flying eagle.
"Indra, don't think that just because I'm injured you can swagger in front of me."
The Asura King's expression changed, and he said coldly.
"This... His Majesty Indra has decreed that King Yaksha and King Asura should come to see him..."
Although King Zengzhangtian appeared rough, he was not reckless. The strength of King Asura, the God of War in the Heavenly Realm, far surpassed that of the other kings. Although these experts of the Heavenly God Clan all called themselves Heavenly Kings, their strength was far inferior to that of the kings of the other divine races. Although King Zengzhangtian was known as King Zengzhangtian, he dared not continue to offend King Asura. If King Asura turned against him, and his strength recovered, he would definitely suffer the consequences.
"I know, get out of here."
King Asura coldly snorted and shouted angrily at King Zengzhangtian.
"You..."
King Zengzhangtian was so merciless. King Asura was one of the four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Clan. His heart was filled with rage, but seeing King Asura's hand that seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally gripping the sword hilt, and recalling King Asura's terrifying methods in the past, King Zengzhangtian could only let out a cold snort, turn around and leave, disappearing from King Asura's sight in the blink of an eye.
"Master, how are you?"
As soon as Zengzhang Tianyi left, Asura King's face changed drastically, and he trembled uncontrollably. Yaksha King asked with concern.
"I won't die. I didn't expect my strength to decline so much after this injury. No, I must return to the Asura Holy Land quickly. Only there can I recover my strength,"
Asura King coughed.
"Didn't the Heavenly Emperor Indra order us to go?"
Yaksha King asked, somewhat puzzled. Logically, if Indra, the leader of the eight great divine races, summoned him, he and Asura King should go as soon as possible. Why must they return to the Asura Holy Land first?
"Given our current situation, I'm afraid those races that have grudges against us won't let us go, especially the two divine races that have been suppressed by our two races for thousands of years, the Garilou and the Dragon races. They must want to kill us all,"
Asura King coldly snorted. The grudges between the eight great divine races were difficult to explain. If it weren't for the great god Brahma suppressing them, the eight great divine races would probably have already started fighting amongst themselves.
"Then I'll send Master back to the Asura Holy Land first,"
Yaksha King said.
"No need, you're injured too. Go back to your Yaksha tribe,"
King Asura said calmly.
"Alright then, I'll be going now, Master."
King Yaksha determined the direction, then soared into the air and vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye.
"Not just Garilou and the Dragon Clan, but you, the Yaksha Clan chief, don't you want to kill me?"
King Asura sneered, watching King Yaksha's departing figure.
"Come out."
After a long while, King Asura finally uttered a cold shout.
"The three Heavenly Asuras of the Asura Clan pay their respects to King Asura."
A faint mist appeared, and three men and women dressed in simple leather armor knelt on one knee before King Asura. The leading man was tall, with short, light red hair. His ordinary face was made terrifying by two X-shaped crisscrossing scars. Kneeling to his right was a short, bald man, a dagger no more than a foot long held silently in his hand. On the other side stood a woman dressed entirely in tight black clothing, her coffee-colored hair hanging freely.
"Let's go, let's return to the Holy Land,"
the Asura King said coldly.
"Yes."
The three Asuras helped the Asura King up and vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye.
The Heavenly Palace, even in the eyes of the Hindu gods, was a place filled with longing. As the palace of Indra, the patriarch of one of the eight great Hindu gods, known as the Heavenly Emperor, it represented not only the Heavenly Emperor's majesty but also the will of the great Brahma.
On the luxurious bed within the Heavenly Palace, a man and a woman were currently locked in a passionate embrace.
With a final, powerful thrust from the strong, black-haired man, the incomparably beautiful woman let out a satisfied cheer.
"Your subordinate, Virudhaka, requests an audience with His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor,"
came the voice of Virudhaka, whose face had been humiliated by the Asura King, from outside the door.
"Come in,"
the strong, black-haired man said, sitting up from the bed with satisfaction, his voice filled with passion. The beautiful woman who had just been making love with Indra casually pulled a snow-white silk quilt over her alluring body.
"Your Majesty, the Asura King and the Yaksha King have refused to obey the summons, blatantly defying the authority of the gods. I request Your Majesty to send troops to subdue them."
The Heavenly King of Growth addressed Indra, the so-called supreme ruler of the eight great gods and the strongest warrior among the Indian gods, with a solemn expression.
"Haha..."
Indra laughed loudly.
"Your Majesty..."
The Heavenly King of Growth looked puzzled.
"I knew long ago that the Yaksha King and the Asura King wouldn't come to my heavenly palace,"
Indra said calmly, stopping his laughter.
"That so-called Heavenly Emperor still wants me..."
The Heavenly King of Growth asked curiously. Based on Indra's past actions, he would never do anything without results, which was why the gods, under his leadership, had been able to suppress the other seven great gods and become the supreme rulers among the Indian gods.
"During their trip to China, the Asura King and the Yaksha King clearly suffered a great loss at the hands of the Chinese experts. According to my estimation, the Asura King may even have difficulty walking. If they dare to come to my Heavenly Palace at this time, the Asura and Yaksha clans will probably be wiped out."

"But..." King Virudhaka
still couldn't understand.
"You are brave but lack wisdom. If they come to the Heavenly Palace, what reason do I have to attack them?"
King Virudhaka said smugly.
"Attack these two races?"
Although King Virudhaka hated the Asura King and the Yaksha King, he never expected that King Virudhaka, who always valued the Asura King and the Yaksha King so much, would actually want to attack these two races.
"India has eight major divine races. In terms of individual combat strength, none can surpass Gariru, and in terms of innate spiritual energy, none can surpass the dragon race. However, it's a pity that the Gariru race only has one person per generation. No matter how powerful she is, she can hardly defeat my celestial race's 30,000 warriors. Although the dragon race is full of spiritual energy and enjoys longevity, they are naturally restrained by Gariru. Gariru's king eats one dragon king and five hundred small dragons every day, resulting in a small dragon population. This is why they are overshadowed by the Asura and Yaksha races, whose individual combat strength is inferior to that of the dragons. The Asura and Yaksha races were originally natural enemies." "I don't know how it happened, but this generation's Asura King and Yaksha King have joined forces. Although our Celestial race appears to be incredibly powerful, if the Asura and Yaksha races unite, their combined strength will surpass that of our Celestial race. There's an old Chinese saying: 'Strike first, or suffer later.' With the Asura and Yaksha chieftains injured, this is the perfect opportunity to annihilate both races."
Indra smiled, seemingly having already sealed the fate of the Asura and Yaksha races.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to be the vanguard,"
said Zengzhangtian excitedly. As long as they could destroy the Asura race, they could avenge the Asura King's insult.
"Don't rush. First, go to the Dragon Clan and convey my decree. The Yaksha King and the Asura King have failed their mission in China and refuse to obey my summons to report to the Heavenly Palace. Both clans are preparing to betray us, the Eight Great Divine Clans. Please, Dragon Clan, help us eliminate these two clans. In return... I will personally speak with King Garilou. Within three years, I guarantee King Garilou will not harm his Dragon Clan,"
Emperor Shitian said after a moment of contemplation.
Chapter 129: Wings Spread, Gods and Demons Tremble, the Strongest King Garilou.
As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, transforming the highest peak of the Great Snow Mountain into a dazzling, crystalline world, on that peak, within a snow-white castle, a tall, graceful, and beautiful woman awoke from her slumber.
"The King is awake! The King is awake..."
In the blink of an eye, the entire castle descended into chaos. Countless women with all sorts of wings and strange birds flying everywhere made the ancient castle seem to come alive in an instant, filled with all sorts of noisy sounds.
"You may all leave now."
After being attended to and groomed by dozens of winged women, the beautiful woman spoke calmly to them.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
These winged women seemed accustomed to the coldness of the beautiful woman called "Queen," and quickly left after packing their things.
The beautiful woman, addressed as "Queen," remained silent for a moment in her chair before rising and slowly walking towards the inner wall. This wall appeared to be made of a single piece of pitch-black rock. The beautiful woman placed her hand on the wall, and suddenly her body lit up like crystal. A strange rune illuminated the entire wall, followed by a melodious voice.
"Identity confirmed. Welcome, Great King Garilou."
The rock wall split open in the middle, revealing a passage only wide enough for one person to pass through. King Garilou?
This beautiful and captivating woman was the King Garilou, renowned for his boundless power and wingspan that terrified even ghosts and gods?
King Garilou followed the cracked passage and soon arrived at a room no smaller than his own bedroom. The room seemed protected by some kind of array, with an eternally burning crystal lamp constantly emitting light.
Beneath the lamp, a stunningly beautiful woman, identical to King Garilou, lay quietly in a crystal coffin shimmering with an eerie glow.
"Sister, I've come to see you. Are you alright?"
King Garilou sat down before the crystal coffin with a sorrowful smile. At this moment, he felt as if his heart was breaking. Garilou
, also known as the Golden-Winged Roc, was a close relative of the ancient divine bird, the Roc. Gariru was fiercely independent, capable of countless transformations, and loved to devour dragons (Indian dragons are actually large serpents, not true dragons). Each generation of Gariru accumulated endless venom from consuming too many snakes, so when a Gariru's life ended, it would suffer excruciating pain from the burning venom. It was in this agony that Gariru would lay eggs for the next generation of Gariru, until its body was completely burned to ashes, and the next Gariru would be born.
The birth of this generation of Gariru was quite peculiar; from the eggs hatched twins, something never before seen in Gariru's history. The simultaneous birth of two Gariru caused the heavens and earth to change color.
A horde of giant serpents (what the Indians call dragons) that the Gari-Lou considered food swarmed in like madmen, attacking the newborn Gari-Lou twins. Just then, the previous Gari-Lou king arrived with his already small number of people to their rescue. Countless giant serpents fought fiercely against hundreds of Gari-Lou. Although the Gari-Lou were known as the nemesis of dragons, they were no match for so many black serpents. One by one, the Gari-Lou fell to the ground. In the end, only the previous Gari-Lou king remained, protecting the two newly hatched Gari-Lou babies who were not yet able to fly.
Garilou is a close relative of the ancient divine bird, the Roc, and is known as the Golden-Winged Roc. Although it cannot spread its wings for 90,000 miles like the real Roc, it can still travel thousands of miles with a single flap of its wings. If the previous Garilou King had fled thousands of miles away, how could those giant snakes that could only crawl on the ground have caught up with its speed? However, in order to protect the two little Garilou that could not fly at all and could only look at everything in front of them with fearful eyes, the previous Garilou King's body was covered with terrible wounds.
"Remember, you are the proud Garilou. One of you will become the new Garilou King, the one and only Garilou King soaring through the nine heavens!"
Looking at the two sisters beneath him, and at the swarming black serpents, the former Garilou King roared. His entire body shone like the sun, and the venom accumulated within him erupted forth. This concentrated venom was so potent that even the most powerful serpents could not withstand it. Aside from the Garilou's innate ability to suppress this venom, all the black serpents within a radius of hundreds of miles around the former Garilou King were annihilated by his detonation of accumulated venom.
"Uncle..."
The two Garilou who had just arrived in this world looked at the former Garilou King, who suddenly seemed to have aged immensely.
"Garilou are the Golden-Winged Rocs soaring through the sky. No matter what, you must not diminish the majesty of Garillou..."
After uttering his last words, the former Garillou King unleashed a golden inner core from his mouth, splitting in two mid-air and merging into the bodies of the two newborn sisters. Instantly, the two Garillou, having received the inner core honed by the Garillou King through a thousand years of arduous cultivation, began to grow rapidly. In no time at all, the two little Garillou had matured into adult Garillou.
"The future of Garillou rests on your shoulders..."
After uttering his final words, the former Garillou King unleashed a burst of red flames from his body, his powerful physique, which had soared through the skies for hundreds of years, turning to ashes.
After the previous Garilow King accelerated their growth using Garilow clan secret techniques, a burst of blue light erupted from the Garilow sisters' bodies. This light condensed into a massive blue cocoon, and the newly born Garilow sisters began a month-long transformation. On the morning of the tenth day, countless giant snakes once again gathered on this enormous battlefield, launching a desperate attack on the evolving cocoon of light.
Although their bodies were immobilized, the Garilow sisters remained fully conscious, watching as their evolving cocoon was gradually corroded by the venom of these giant snakes. Although the cocoon possessed all the energy of the previous Garilow King, it could not withstand the corrosive power of so many giant snakes' venom.
The two sisters greeted the dawn of the twenty-eighth day amidst panic and fear. In the darkest hour before dawn, the cocoon of light was finally completely corroded by the giant serpent's venom. The Garilou sisters, undergoing the final adjustments to their bodies, were exposed naked before the serpents. Just as a gigantic serpent lunged at the elder sister, the younger Garilou sister suddenly let out a roar, her entire body transforming from human to the form of an Asura. Her enormous wings stirred up a storm, sweeping all the serpents into the sky.
Three dragon-king level serpents clashed with the newly born Garilou. The incomplete Garilou was quickly defeated. Facing imminent devouring by the serpents, the younger Garilou transformed into golden light to protect her sister.
Seeing her sister devoured, the enraged Garilou King awoke from his meditative state. Soaring high in the heavens, the Garilou King was furious. Countless serpents were torn to shreds by Garilou's claws. After leaving behind tens of thousands of serpent corpses, the giant god finally began to retreat. King Garilou also found his sister, who had been swallowed by the giant serpent.
Although King Garilou had tried everything, he could only preserve the last vestiges of his sister's soul, attaching it to her body. King Garilou found a ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Yin Crystal to preserve his sister's body, and she slept for a hundred years…
If he had been strong enough then, he could have recovered before the giant serpent broke free of its cocoon and taken his sister away. His sister wouldn't be stuck in this crystal coffin like a living dead.
"Sister, rest a while. I'll go avenge you."
A glint of hatred flashed in King Garilou's eyes. For over a hundred years, King Garilou had slaughtered tens of thousands of dragon-like giant serpents daily, causing endless suffering to the entire dragon race. Previously, it was said that Garilou ate a hundred dragons a day, which actually meant each Garilou ate a few dozen each day. But now, King Garilou's revenge was relentless, killing tens of thousands of dragons daily. After a century of slaughter, the dragon population had already dwindled by more than half.
Chapter 129 The Emperor's Pact with the Dragon Race
"Your Majesty, are you going out to catch snakes?"
several winged maids asked.
"Keep an eye on the house, I'll be back soon." As
soon as King Gari stepped out of the room in the ancient castle, a pair of snow-white wings unfurled from his back. With a flap of his wings, a gust of wind swept through, and King Gari was already a thousand miles away.
Many of the dense forests of India still retain their ancient, pristine environments. Countless enormous pythons live in these forests.
King Gari's eyes flashed like lightning; in the blink of an eye, he had traversed a thousand miles and locked onto a python lazily basking in the sun, lying on a huge ancient tree. This python was jet black, its body wreathed in eerie blue patterns, and a fleshy horn was beginning to take shape on its head—clearly a python of dragon king level. Just as
this python was comfortably basking in the sun, a terrifying aura suddenly locked onto it, rendering it trembling in place and unable to even move its body.
Amidst the python's terrified gaze, a white shadow descended from the sky. When it saw the beautiful young woman wielding a strangely styled longsword approaching at astonishing speed, a sharp pain shot through its neck. Instantly, its massive head fell to the ground, and its headless body began to writhe wildly. Then, the beautiful woman, her face filled with murderous intent, precisely sliced open the python's abdomen with her sword. A fist-sized gall bladder fell into her hand, and without even looking, she swallowed it whole.
"The first one."
The beautiful woman, having swallowed the gall bladder, unfurled her snow-white wings and soared into the air, beginning her search for her next target. The headless and gall-bladder-less python writhed on the ground for over two hours before finally dying…
Of the eight great races of Hinduism, only the dragon race's territory is not located at the source of the Ganges, but rather on a distant island. The entire island was shrouded in thick fog. This island, guarding the territory of the Indian dragons, was the residence of the dragon chieftain and elders. The terrifying poisonous gas contained within the fog surrounding the island deterred even the dragons and Garilou. The dragons were only safe within this layer of fog. Those Indian dragons living outside this fog were all targets for Garilou's hunts. (Don't ask me why all these giant pythons don't live on this island; why would so many snakes eat themselves on the island?)
Zengzhangtian arrived outside the island and loudly proclaimed, "Zengzhangtian of the Celestial Clan, by the decree of the Heavenly Emperor, has come to pay homage to the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan!" His
voice, amplified by divine power, instantly resonated throughout the entire island. A few minutes later, a narrow passage opened above the island's thick fog.
"Please, Lord Zengzhangtian, come to this deserted island to speak,"
the current Dragon King's voice echoed from within the island.
Zengzhangtian entered the island through the narrow passage, where three monsters with snake heads and human bodies were waiting for him.
"Lord Zengzhangtian, what decree does the Heavenly Emperor have for our Dragon Clan?"
the leading Dragon King asked.
"Your Majesty the Dragon King, you are aware of the orders given to our eight great divine races by the great Brahma. This time, the Yaksha King and the Asura King failed in their mission. Upon returning home, they not only failed to personally report to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, but also ignored His Majesty's summons. Therefore, His Majesty Indra has issued an order to investigate their dereliction of duty. He has now specially ordered me to come and request Your Majesty the Dragon King to lead the dragon army to assist His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor in defeating the Yaksha King and the Asura King." The Dragon King
conveyed Indra's decree with a smile.
"This..."
The Dragon King pondered for a moment. The Asura clan, renowned for its formidable fighting power in the Heavenly Realm, and the Yaksha clan, known as the most bloodthirsty race, were both extremely powerful. Although the Dragon Clan wasn't afraid of these two clans, the hatred between the Dragon Clan and the Garilou clan over the past century had driven King Garilou to the brink of exterminating the Dragon Clan. If the Dragon Clan amassed a large army and its main leaders left Dragon Island, and King Garilou launched a sudden attack, who knew how many Dragons would be left?
The Dragon King was deeply hesitant.
"Your Majesty the Dragon King, the Heavenly Emperor said when he came to Zengzhangtian that as long as the Dragon King is willing to cooperate with my Heavenly Clan's operation this time, the Heavenly Emperor guarantees that King Garilou will not attack the Dragon Clan again within three years."
Zengzhangtian knew from the Dragon King's expression that the Dragon King was worried about King Garilou. King Garilou was a famous female madwoman among the eight great divine clans. When she fought, she was relentless and would fight to the death. Her strength was extremely formidable. Even powerful beings like the Yaksha King, the Asura King, and the Heavenly Emperor Indra would not provoke this lone-wolf King Garilou unless absolutely necessary.
"Really?"
The Dragon King was overjoyed. If King Garilou stopped attacking the dragon race within three years, the dragon race could increase its strength several times over. (Snakes lay eggs in nests, and three years is enough for a snake to grow to a fighting size.) "The Heavenly Emperor's word is law, and he never speaks lightly."
Zengzhangtian coldly snorted. The Dragon King dared to doubt the Heavenly Emperor's promise; it was utterly rebellious. Zengzhangtian was already considering whether to wait three years and help King Garilou destroy the dragon race.
"How dare I doubt the Heavenly Emperor's words? Please inform the Heavenly Emperor, Lord Zengzhangtian, that my dragon race will immediately gather its dragon soldiers and rush to eliminate the Asura and Yaksha races."
The Dragon King immediately said, seeing that Zengzhangtian's expression seemed somewhat displeased.
"Very well, then I will await the Dragon King's arrival."
Zengzhangtian turned and left, the thick fog behind him gradually disappearing.
King Garilou was still searching the skies for the dragons. In just over an hour since he left the castle, thousands of giant pythons had already died at his hands. King Garilou was clearly full; he kept the gallbladders from each snake he killed in a bag he carried with him, without eating them.
As King Garilou was flying, a powerful divine force suddenly appeared in his path.
"Indra,"
King Garilou coldly snorted. He had absolutely no goodwill towards Indra, the Heavenly Emperor personally appointed by Brahma. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with hunting down the dragons, he might have already killed this arrogant and despicable man.
"King Garilou, it's been a long time."
The Heavenly Emperor Indra, dressed in blue, greeted King Garilou amidst layers of light.
"Indra, what do you want?"
Gariruk, the King of the Sea, had always disobeyed Indra's orders—a fact known to all eight classes of gods in India. Indra's lone approach to Gariruk was clearly not for anything good.
"Gariruk, I am, after all, the Heavenly Emperor personally appointed by Brahma. You should at least show me some basic courtesy."
Indra revealed a hint of displeasure.
"That's between you and Brahma. What does it have to do with me? I'm busy. Get out of my way."
Although Gariruk didn't have a good impression of Brahma, the so-called first god of India, the terrifying divine power Brahma possessed in his memories made him unwilling to easily offend him.
"You're planning to continue causing trouble for the dragons, aren't you?"
Indra said coldly.
"You didn't just find out about my business with the dragons today,"
Gariruk replied coldly.
"Then, King Garilou, I, as the Heavenly Emperor, tell you that from this moment on, for the next three years, you are forbidden from causing trouble for the Dragon Clan. After three years, I will not concern myself with anything else,"
Indra coldly said to King Garilou.
"Haha, Indra, don't think you can talk to me like that just because you have a lousy title of Heavenly Emperor. Be careful, or I'll kill you and make sure you don't see the sun tomorrow."
King Garilou's beautiful eyes widened, revealing a chilling killing intent. His enormous wings spread behind him, and in an instant, King Garilou's terrifying aura was released. His strength as the number one among the Eight Legions was not just for show.
"Garilou, you are indeed the number one among the Eight Legions. Even I am far inferior to you. In the entire India, only the great Brahma and the invincible Shiva are your match. But I am, after all, the patriarch of the Heavenly Clan. Even if you kill me now, you will surely suffer the revenge of the Heavenly Clan."
Indra smiled slightly. Although he retreated slightly under the pressure of Garilou, he still appeared confident.
Chapter 130 Asura Holy Land
"Just with those trash of your Celestial Clan?"
King Garilou sneered. The entire Celestial Clan combined was no match for her, the invincible King Garilou.
"Of course, King Garilou's wingspan is a thousand miles, the wind and clouds change color, her magical power is boundless. I am naturally no match for you, King Garilou. However, the Celestial Clan's thirty thousand divine soldiers have already arrived at your Garilou Castle. As soon as we go to war, my thirty thousand divine soldiers will immediately attack Garilou Castle. Without you, King Garilou, guarding it, let's see how Garilou Castle can withstand the attack of my thirty thousand divine soldiers."
The Celestial Emperor, Di Shitian, said with a cold laugh.
"You..."
King Garilou never expected the Celestial Emperor, Di Shitian, to be so despicable.
"You must have a younger sister, right? Although you've placed her in the safest place within Garilou Royal City, how long can the entire Garilou Royal City withstand the attack of my 30,000 divine soldiers? Perhaps with a single blow, the entire Garilou Royal City will fall from the highest peak of the Great Snow Mountain. Hehe, at that time, without the protection of ice and snow, Garilou Royal City will become the target of the dragon army. How many dragons can you, Garilou King, withstand simultaneously?"
Di Shitian said smugly. According to intelligence, Garilou King's only weakness was his sister, who was practically a living dead. He was most afraid of her suffering any harm. As long as he could exploit this weakness, Garilou King would surely submit.
"You win. I hope your divine army will immediately withdraw from the Great Snow Mountain. I will not kill those snakes for three years. After three years, I hope you will no longer interfere in the affairs between me and those snakes."
Garilou King's expression changed several times before he finally made up his mind and said.
"Don't worry, as long as you don't attack the dragons for three years, I guarantee the safety of your Garilou Royal City."
Di Shitian said with a slight smile.
"If anything happens to my Garilou Royal City, I guarantee that no one in your Celestial Clan will see the sun rise the next day."
Garilou finished speaking, spread her wings, and vanished from Indra's sight in the blink of an eye. Indra felt a fierce wind rise before him, making it difficult to stand. Garilou's power was truly beyond his ability to contend with.
"Garilou... I will definitely have you..."
Indra slowly closed his eyes. Every detail of his encounter with Garilou replayed in his mind. Facing this powerful and beautiful woman, Indra's heart burned with a raging fire of desire.
Garilou, concerned for the safety of Garilou Royal City, flapped her wings at an extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, Garilou Royal City appeared before her. Garilou's divine eyes scanned the surroundings; on some distant hilltops, traces of large groups of people could be vaguely seen.
"Your Majesty, why are you back so early today?"
As King Garilou landed atop the ancient castle, countless birds flocked to him, chirping and asking.
"Nothing much. By the way, starting today, strengthen the defenses of the royal city. Expand the search area to a radius of three thousand li. Report any abnormalities within that radius to me,"
King Garilou said wearily.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Hearing King Garilou's words, all the birds scattered in an instant, beginning to patrol the area designated by him.
In the Asura Realm, the territory of the Asura race, a murderous aura surged. The Asura Realm was a very peculiar world. Although its entrance was located at the source of the Ganges River, apart from the Yaksha race, no one dared to set foot in this world named after Asura.
Asuras are warlike; almost every Asura takes pleasure in killing and fighting. This warlike nature is shaped by the Asura Realm, a world of rage and fighting spirit. Anyone who sets foot in this world is influenced and becomes as warlike as an Asura. The Asura race was born and grew in this environment, becoming the most warlike of the eight great races of Hinduism. When an Asura is angry, the three realms are emptied. The Asura race is a people whose entire existence is composed of killing and fighting.
The central area of the Asura Realm is called the Asura Holy Land. Within this area, no Asura except the Asura King enters; this is the territory of the Asura King, the ruler of the Asura Realm.
In this Asura Holy Land, the sky is always the color of blood, and the earth is an abnormal crimson, as if the entire world is formed from congealed blood. The violent battle aura here is almost a thousand times stronger than in other parts of the Asura Realm. Ordinary Asuras who set foot here are dominated by this violent battle will, desperately destroying everything in their path until their own bodies are completely destroyed. Their violent battle souls are then forever trapped here, becoming a part of the Asura Holy Land's power.
At the center of the Asura Holy Land, dozens of huge gray-white stone pillars give the entire Asura Holy Land an unusual color, and the vast blood pool surrounded by these pillars appears incredibly eerie and terrifying. The blood pool is a deep, almost blackish red, a color that seems capable of devouring everything, making one feel that even a single glance would pull them into the pool.
The stone pillar and the blood pool had remained silently in the center of this Asura realm for millennia, never changing. Suddenly, a staggering figure slowly appeared in the distance, gradually approaching the stone pillar. After a long wait, the figure standing before the pillar was none other than the Asura King, severely injured and nearly killed by the zombie god Ba.
"The blood pool..."
Looking at the blood pool, the Asura King seemed like a drug addict seeing high-purity drugs; he groaned, collapsed to the ground, and crawled towards the blood pool on all fours. The allure of the Blood Pool seemed to surpass everything for the Asura King. His composure and pride were utterly insignificant before it. He scrambled to the pool and, without hesitation, plunged in. The thick, blackish-red liquid that spewed from the pool was like paste, instantly transforming into a raging inferno. The flames seemed to relentlessly devour the ferocious fighting spirit of the Asura Holy Land until all fighting spirit within the entire area of the stone pillar was completely consumed. Only then did the flames return to their blackish-red form, slowly flowing back into the Blood Pool.
The connection between the Asura Realm and the real world was located in a cave at the source of the Ganges River. The four Asuras guarding the cave entrance were now completely incapacitated, swallowed whole by four enormous black pythons.
"The Asura Realm is a forbidden zone for the other gods. Once any of the other gods enters the Asura Realm, they are influenced by its ferocious fighting spirit and become part of the Asura. The only ones unaffected by this ferocious fighting spirit, besides the Asura themselves, are the dragons. The dragons (giant serpents) are cold-blooded animals, devoid of human emotions. This fighting spirit has no effect on these dragon warriors. Therefore, the best choice to attack the Asura Realm is the dragon army."
Watching countless giant serpents enter the Asura Realm one by one, Zengzhangtian, who had been observing coldly, said with a cold smile.
"Your Majesty Zengzhangtian, rest assured, as you say, if the Asura King is seriously injured and unable to heal, we have a 90% chance of conquering the entire Asura Realm and removing the Asura race from the ranks of the eight great gods,"
the current Dragon King said smugly to Zengzhangtian.
"Of course I believe in the strength of the Dragon Clan, but this attack on the Asura Realm is of utmost importance. I urge Your Majesty the Dragon King to give it your all. If anything goes wrong, I will have no way to explain to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor,"
Zengzhangtian said, frowning .
"Don't worry, this time our four Dragon Clan elders are going out together, along with my own power. As long as we eliminate the entire Asura Clan first, even if the Asuras recover, they won't be able to cause any trouble,"
the Dragon King said coldly.
"Reporting to the Dragon King, our vanguard has already engaged the Asuras,"
a giant black snake came before the Dragon King and spoke in human language.
"Devour everything! Eat all the Asuras!"
The Dragon King revealed an excited expression. For snakes, food is the most important thing.
Chapter 130: The Dragon King's Attack.
Snakes are very troublesome creatures in nature. Compared to predators that rely on claws and teeth, snakes' attack methods are undoubtedly more effective. Snakes have highly venomous fangs, and their bodies are like ropes; once they coil around their prey, they contract rapidly, rendering even the weakest creatures immobile with a single coil. Snakes move close to the ground, silently lurking and difficult to detect, or they can arch their bodies and leap into the air, instantly appearing before their opponent.
To deal with the Asura race, the Indian Dragon Clan deployed its elite forces this time. Tens of thousands of dragon king-level giant pythons and other large and small pythons flooded into the Asura realm like a torrent. These swift and elusive pythons, hiding close to the ground, quickly launched their attack on the Asura race.
Faced with countless pythons, even the valiant Asura race was caught off guard. The pythons' attack methods were completely different from the humanoid opponents the Asuras usually dealt with. In less than ten minutes, most of the lower-ranking Asuras were devoured by the pythons.
Although the Asuras were constantly engaged in battle, they were surprisingly united when facing external enemies. Under the leadership of the three Heavenly Asuras, the remaining Asuras quickly gathered outside the Asura Holy Land, forming a defensive formation.
"Our Asura clan has never had any enmity with your Dragon clan, why did you attack us?"
During the confrontation with the Dragons, the leading man among the three Heavenly Asuras roared, wielding a giant sword.
"Haha, who told your Asura King to disobey the Heavenly Emperor's orders? Now your Asura clan has been listed as traitors to the Indian gods, and everyone has the right to kill you."
A huge black python emerged from the swarm of pythons, speaking in a stiff human voice—clearly the Dragon King, the patriarch of the Dragon clan.
"You lackeys of Indra!"
the Asuras cursed fiercely.
"Listen, if your Asura clan wants to live, obediently hand over your Asura King, and I, the Dragon King, will plead for you before the Heavenly Emperor and have him spare your lives,"
the Dragon King said coldly.
"Haha... We have only ever had Asuras who died in battle, never Asuras who surrendered!"
The three Heavenly Asuras laughed loudly. (Note: I forgot to mention that Heavenly Asura is a title, and should be considered an elder of the Asura race, while their combat level is generally Asura.)
"Kill these vermin!"
The Asura clan's fighting spirit surged, and they launched a counterattack against the dragon clan's giant pythons, beginning a massive battle between humans and pythons.
In this battle between so many pythons and Asuras, all techniques became useless; they could only rely on their physical strength. In no time, large numbers of Asuras were torn to shreds by the pythons, while many pythons were sliced into pieces by the frenzied Asuras. However, overall, the pythons clearly had the advantage over the Asuras; their bodies were powerful weapons, and the Asura casualties far exceeded those of the pythons.
At the very center of the Asura Holy Land, the strange blood spring seemed to sense the bloody battle outside. The entire blood pool began to boil continuously, releasing strange energies. The blood flowing from the wounded pythons and Asuras in the battle outside seemed to be drawn towards the blood pool, while on the dark red ground near the Asura Holy Land, all of this went largely unnoticed.
"My children, give it your all! Devour these wretched Asuras!"
The Dragon King, having already devoured most of the Asuras on the battlefield, laughed triumphantly, tossing his body high.
"I'll fight you mudskippers to the death..."
Watching the massacre of countless Asuras, the leader of the Heavenly Asuras roared, his longsword suddenly reversed, plunging into his own abdomen. As blood gushed forth, the Heavenly Asura's eyes instantly turned blood red, and even his skin darkened.
"Blood Asura Transformation."
Seeing the First Heavenly Asura's actions, the remaining Asura clan members' expressions changed drastically. Blood Asura was an extreme secret technique of the Asura clan, usable only by experts at the Asura level. It involved sacrificing one's sanity, transforming oneself into a bloodthirsty, warlike monster, fighting solely for slaughter—a demon of destruction. While this Blood Asura transformation wasn't a secret within the Asura clan, it was forbidden by successive Asura Kings. They hadn't expected the First Heavenly Asura to use such an extreme method. In an instant, all the Asuras consciously distanced themselves from this First Heavenly Asura who had transformed into Blood Asura.
"Kill...kill...kill..."
The bloodlust emanating from the deepest recesses of his soul had completely robbed the First Heavenly Asura of his sanity. At this moment, everything in the world was an enemy that had to be killed.
A black python as thick as a bucket suddenly coiled towards this completely berserk Blood Asura.
"Kill..."
A flash of red light appeared before Blood Asura's eyes, and the giant sword in his hand instantly transformed into a blood-red greatsword, slicing the black python into numerous pieces in the blink of an eye. The snake's blood rained down, instantly coating Blood Asura's body with a crimson layer.
"Destroy him."
The Dragon King, already aware that Blood Asura's combat power had increased several times over, immediately gave a command. In the blink of an eye, dozens of dragon king-level pythons slithered towards Blood Asura. These dragon king-level pythons' scales shimmered with various colors, spewing poisonous gas, flames, or icy breaths from their mouths. Clearly, these were pythons that had cultivated for hundreds of years, possessing terrifying power.
"Kill...kill...kill..."
Completely losing his mind, Blood Asura saw no target and had to be completely eliminated. As soon as these giant snakes approached Blood Asura, he let out a meaningless scream, his giant sword flashing as it slashed at the bodies of these dragon king-level pythons. Suddenly, Blood Asura's raised sword shattered the myth of the Dragon King-level giant python's invulnerability. A giant python was instantly sliced in half. If its scales hadn't been several times harder than metal, it would have been cut in two long ago. The unfortunate python let out a mournful cry, its body contracting and its severed body thrashing uncontrollably.
Seeing their Dragon King-level expert wounded by Blood Asura, the remaining Dragon King-level giant pythons showed no sign of retreat. Several pythons charged at Blood Asura, who, momentarily out of his mind and unaware of his defenses, was struck and coughed up blood.
"Kill...kill...kill..."
The wounded Blood Asura's eyes gleamed even brighter, his energy doubling once more. His sword flashed, severing a Dragon King-level giant python in a flash.
"Kill him!"
the Dragon King roared. The loss of several precious Dragon King-level giant python warriors to Blood Asura had enraged the Dragon King to the extreme.
Dozens of giant pythons simultaneously shrank their bodies, instantly coiling tightly around the Blood Asura. The immense force of their contraction immediately rendered him immobile.
"Blood Asura, transform!"
A sharp voice rang out, and the short-statured Asura roared, spitting out a jet of blood. Instantly, his body turned crimson, transforming him into the bloodthirsty demon, the Blood Asura.
"Kill all these Asuras..."
To prevent more Asuras from becoming Blood Asuras, the Dragon King gave the order. The pythons' attacks intensified. One after another, Asuras were pinned to the ground by the pythons, their sharp fangs tearing through their skin. The powerful Asura warriors lost consciousness in the blink of an eye and were quickly swallowed whole by the pythons.
The second Blood Asura posed no threat to the giant python like the first. He had barely transformed when he collided head-on with the enraged Dragon King. Compared to other giant pythons of Dragon King level, the Dragon King was clearly far more terrifying. Upon meeting the second Blood Asura, the Dragon King suddenly expanded tenfold, becoming a colossal creature tens of meters thick and nearly a thousand meters long. He sprayed an extremely dense venom directly at the second Blood Asura. The unfortunate Blood Asura, touched by the venom, immediately lost his mobility and was swallowed whole by the Dragon King. In the blink of an eye, the Dragon King returned to normal.
Chapter 131: The Strange Yaksha Kingdom and the Yaksha King.
The Heavenly Realm's Fighting God Clan, the Asura Clan, suffered their first devastating blow. The Asura Clan, neglecting cultivation for battle, faced a frenzied attack from the Dragon Clan, whose primary focus was devouring. Due to the Asura King's injury and subsequent seclusion for cultivation, the Asura Clan was unable to mount an effective counterattack. The Asura Clan, down to the Three Great Heavenly Asuras, was completely wiped out. Countless
giant pythons surrounded the Asura King's sacred land, the Asura Sacred Land. The giant pythons, led by the Dragon King, dared not set foot on this sacred land of the Asura race. The moment they stepped onto the blood-red earth, all the pythons felt a terrifying power emanating from the ground. This intimidating force seemed to penetrate directly into the souls of these cold-blooded creatures, causing these pythons, who only felt fear before King Garilou, to retreat in disarray. Even the Dragon King dared not easily set foot in this strange area.
"This can't go on..."
Zengzhangtian, enveloped in layers of celestial golden light, frowned. While these pythons were unaffected by the Asura realm's bloodthirsty battle qi, Zengzhangtian lacked this ability and could only remain within the celestial golden light, preventing any Asura aura from entering.
"According to legend, this should be the Asura sacred land where each generation of Asura Kings is born. This place is too strange; we have no way to enter,"
the Dragon King sighed. The Dragon King himself had already entered this strange Asura Holy Land, and each time he could only take two or three steps before being forced back by an overwhelming sense of terror.
"You all surround this place first. I'll return to the Heavenly Palace now and request support from His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, Indra."
As soon as he finished speaking, Indra transformed into a golden light and vanished into the Asura Realm.
"Your Majesty the Dragon King," a giant python in human form said to the Dragon King, "Although His Majesty Indra claims to command the eight classes of gods, King Garilou is hailed as the strongest among them, possessing boundless power. I fear even His Majesty Indra cannot defeat King Garilou. If we are ambushed by King Garilou when we leave the Asura Realm, I fear few of our elite dragons will be able to return to Dragon God Island.
"
"...The current King Garilou is determined to annihilate my dragon race. In the past hundred years, the number of dragons killed by him exceeds the total number of dozens of Garilou in the previous century. If we don't find a way to stop the Garilou's attacks, I'm afraid there will be no place for our dragon race to survive in this vast world."
The Dragon King, having regained his human form, sighed and said.
"If that's the case, why does Your Majesty still need to launch an expedition to the Asura Realm?"
The giant python couldn't understand the Dragon King's actions.
"Haha, the Asura Realm is not only the best hiding place for the Asura race, but also the best hiding place for our dragon race. As long as we control the Asura Realm, our descendants can survive in this mysterious world protected by the bloodthirsty power of the Asuras until the current King Garilou dies and the Garilou are wiped out. Haha, at that time, the world will belong to our dragon race."
The Dragon King laughed loudly.
The Heavenly Army of the Celestial Clan had already assembled, hundreds of thousands of Heavenly soldiers, exuding murderous intent, lined up in neat formations, awaiting the orders of the Celestial Clan's patriarch, the Heavenly Emperor Indra.
"Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor..."
A swirling golden light appeared in the blink of an eye, drawing closer to Indra, who rode a snow-white warhorse. The golden light dissipated, revealing Zengzhangtian riding a flying serpent. "Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor," Zengzhangtian said
, "the Dragon King has led his dragon army to conquer the Asura Realm. The dragon army has gathered outside the Asura Holy Land, but unfortunately, they cannot enter. Therefore, we have come to request Your Majesty's decree."

"Haha, well done! Now that we've breached the Asura Realm, the Asura King can't overthrow us for the time being. Zengzhangtian, return to the ranks immediately! You four Heavenly Kings, lead our Heavenly Clan army to attack the Yaksha Kingdom!"
Emperor Indra roared with laughter.
"Yes!"
With Indra's command, the Heavenly Clan army immediately set off, their killing intent palpable as they charged towards the legendary darkest and most bloodthirsty race, the Yaksha.
The Yaksha Kingdom, inhabited by the Yaksha, was no secret, yet no one else was willing to come there. The Yaksha Kingdom itself was located in a perpetually dark forest, the thirty-meter-high trees completely blocking out the light. The Yaksha, this bloodthirsty and warlike nation, lived in this environment.
When the Heavenly Clan army arrived at the Yaksha Kingdom, an eerie desolation appeared before everyone. The Yaksha Kingdom, where the Yaksha people had gathered, now resembled a dead city untouched for millennia, desolate and lifeless.
"What's going on?"
Although the Celestial army knew the location of the Yaksha Kingdom, no Celestial had ever personally visited this strange place. They never expected the Yaksha Kingdom to be like this. Could it be that the legendary bloodthirsty and warlike Yaksha people had all died out?
"The army begins the search..."
The Four Heavenly Kings gave the order, and pairs of Celestial soldiers began searching for traces of the Yaksha people in the Yaksha Kingdom.
"Your Majesty, what do you think is going on?"
The Four Heavenly Kings gathered around Indra and asked.
"The Yaksha Kingdom is the darkest of the eight classes of gods. The battle between the Yakshas and Asuras has lasted for thousands of years. For the past hundred years, I have been wondering why the Yaksha King is so close to the Asura King. It seems that something must have happened between the Yaksha Kingdom and the Asura Realm that we don't know about."
Indra said with a cold smile.
"Who dares to trespass into my Yaksha Kingdom?"
Just as the Celestial army was searching, a cold snort suddenly came, and a tall, thin man wielding a huge curved sword jumped out of a dark mud pit. It was none other than the current Yaksha King.
"King of Yakshas, don't you recognize me?"
The Heavenly Emperor, Indra, stepped forward, his body radiating golden light, even his white horse exuding divine might. The majesty of the Heavenly Emperor was indeed exceptionally solemn.
"Your Majesty, Indra? Even if you are the Heavenly Emperor, you have no right to lead an army to invade my Yaksha Kingdom."
The Yaksha King pointed his curved sword at Indra.
"How dare you! Your Majesty Indra is appointed by Brahma, commanding the eight classes of gods, and naturally has the right to govern your small Yaksha Kingdom."
The four Heavenly Kings roared simultaneously.
"King of Yakshas, I only want to know, is this truly the Yaksha Kingdom? Where have your 100,000 Yaksha troops gone?"
Indra waved his hand to silence the four Heavenly Kings' roars, coldly asking.
"This is the Yaksha Kingdom. What 100,000 Yaksha troops? As the Heavenly Emperor, don't you even know that there is only one Yaksha per generation?"
The Yaksha King coldly retorted.
"Only one Yaksha per generation? Haha, kid, what are you joking about? Every time the 100,000-strong Yaksha army clashed with the Asura army, countless Asuras were killed. If there's only one Yaksha per generation, wouldn't your Yaksha be truly the strongest among the eight classes?"
King Zengzhang sneered. As the longest-lived among the eight classes of gods, Zengzhang had personally witnessed several battles between the Asura and Yaksha armies. The fighting was so fierce that the sky darkened and countless Yaksha and Asura corpses piled up like mountains. The battles between these two warlike races were far more brutal than those between other races.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Get out of here now."
The Yaksha King coldly snorted, clearly not taking King Zengzhang's words to heart.
"Yaksha King, bring your Yaksha army out immediately. This is my order, Indra's order."
Indra, as the Heavenly Emperor personally appointed by Brahma, had the right to rule over the eight classes of gods. Since Indra had given the order, if the Yaksha King remained obstinate, he would immediately be listed as a heretic who had betrayed the great god Brahma.
"I already said there's no Yaksha Legion, so get out of here!"
the Yaksha King roared.
"Haha, Asura King, Yaksha King, hello."
Although Indra was still unclear about what was going on, he knew that something must have happened. As long as he seized this opportunity, the two most powerful races among the eight divine races would be eradicated.
"Kill this Yaksha King who has no respect for the Heavenly Emperor!"
Indra's cold voice gave the order.
Chapter 131 The Strange Asura Demon King
"You're courting death..."
The arrogant Yaksha King, who was not one to be easily captured, roared, and the curved sword in his hand emitted a deafening roar as he charged towards the Heavenly Clan army. In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Clan army that came into contact with the Yaksha King was immediately thrown into chaos...
"Strange..."
Looking at the Yaksha King entangled with the Heavenly Army, the Heavenly Emperor Indra frowned and said.
"Your Majesty, why are the moves this Yaksha King is using all of the Asura race?"
The Four Heavenly Kings looked at Indra strangely. Yakshas are bloodthirsty, and their battles are all about killing with a single blow; once they strike, rivers of blood flow. However, the Yaksha King's fighting style at this moment is vastly different from the legendary Yaksha fighting style. His ferocious fighting method, which only seeks to defeat the opponent, is clearly the fighting style of the most warlike Asura race.
The Asura race's fighting style is completely different from that of the Yaksha race. Therefore, in previous battles between the Yaksha and Asura races, although the Yaksha race is slightly weaker, it can kill countless Asuras. The Asura race is slightly stronger, and although they win the battle, they find it difficult to kill any Yaksha members.
"Hmph, if I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid that in this generation of Yaksha, only the Yaksha King remains. Heh, the Asura King is truly cunning, managing to almost wipe out the Yaksha race and leaving only the Yaksha King to prevent us from suspecting anything. It seems that this generation of Yaksha King has been brainwashed by the Asura King,"
Indra said coldly. Indra had always wondered why the Asura and Yaksha clans, their millennia-old enemies, had joined forces over the past hundred years. He had worried that if these two powerful clans joined forces, his position as the head of the gods would be in jeopardy. He hadn't expected the Asura King to strike first, somehow wiping out the entire Yaksha clan, leaving only the current Yaksha King. This cunning and audacity were no less than Indra's own.
It seemed the Asura clan wasn't entirely composed of reckless brutes.
"Your Majesty, let our Four Heavenly Kings capture the Yaksha King,"
said the Four Heavenly Kings, arguing that a prolonged battle was unwise since only the Yaksha King remained.
"Bring me my Heavenly Emperor Golden Sword. Let me test the power of the Yaksha clan's Night Demon Blade, renowned for its ability to slay the three realms,"
Indra said coldly.
"Your Majesty, the sword,"
the celestial maiden who had been standing beside Indra immediately presented the magnificent golden sword, a symbol of the Heavenly Emperor's authority, with both hands.
"King Yaksha, if you can defeat me, my Heavenly Army will immediately retreat."
Casually wielding his sheathed golden sword, the Heavenly Emperor Indra stepped forward, and the surrounding Heavenly Soldiers quickly withdrew.
"Die, Indra!"
The Yaksha King had no respect whatsoever for Indra, the Heavenly Emperor. Among the eight divine races, the strongest fighter was undoubtedly his master, the Asura King. This Heavenly Emperor was nothing but a despicable villain, only interested in currying favor with Brahma, which was why Brahma had relinquished the throne to Indra. Facing Indra, the Yaksha King roared, unleashing a full-force attack with his longsword. Instantly, a billowing black blade of energy surged towards Indra.
Even the Asura King dared not underestimate the Yaksha King's full power. Facing this overwhelming blade of energy, Indra revealed a strange smile, slowly extending his golden sword. In the blink of an eye, the Yaksha King's blade of energy was completely blocked by the golden sword.
"I, Di Shitian, ascended to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor as the patriarch of the Heavenly Clan. The majesty of the Heavenly Emperor is not something a mere Yaksha King like you can dare to offend."
Emperor Di Shitian sneered, and suddenly, intense golden light erupted from his body. The terrifying divine power of light of the Heavenly Clan seemed to reach an unprecedented level on Di Shitian. The vast golden light instantly covered the entire Yaksha Kingdom. Faced with this immense power of the Heavenly Clan, even the mighty Yaksha King retreated continuously, feeling an urge to submit to Emperor Di Shitian. This was the first time Di Shitian had revealed his power to someone outside the Heavenly Clan.
"Yaksha King, to die under the Heavenly Emperor's golden sword, may you rest in peace."
Di Shitian slowly drew the golden sword representing the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor. In an instant, the immense sword energy locked onto the Yaksha King. Just as the Yaksha King was about to disappear forever in Di Shitian's hands, a long cry echoed from afar.
"Your Majesty, spare his life!"
A cloud of yellow light swept in, and a white-robed monk appeared solemnly before Indra.
A monk alone couldn't stop Indra from doing anything, but in his hand he held a dazzling golden token, upon which was a massive bull's head, adorned with an ancient-looking battle axe. This was the Brahma Golden Token, representing the highest deity in India. Even Indra, the Heavenly Emperor, dared not defy it. Brahma's authority had been deeply ingrained in the hearts of all gods for millennia. Faced with the Brahma Golden Token, Indra felt no urge to resist.
"Your Majesty, Brahma is aware of everything. All of this is the grave crime committed by the Asura King. Brahma has already requested Shiva to capture the Asura King in the Asura Realm. As for the Yaksha King, I must also take him to Brahma's temple as ordered. There is a secret decree from Brahma for Your Majesty here." The
white-robed monk displayed a golden token, from which a black light emanated. In a moment, the invincible Yaksha King was captured. The white-robed monk then handed a ruby to Indra, and with a wisp of yellow cloud, he immediately departed with the Yaksha King.
"Withdraw from the Yaksha Kingdom first."
Although Brahma had intervened in the plan to eliminate the Yaksha King, Indra showed no displeasure. He casually handed his Heavenly Emperor Golden Sword to his attendant.
"Yes..."
The Four Heavenly Kings led the Heavenly Army in a slow retreat.
Indra casually placed Brahma's ruby between his brows, and in the blink of an eye, a dazzling light shone from the ruby. Indra had begun to read Brahma's decree.
Within the Asura Holy Land, surrounded by the dragon-serpent army, the dense blood clouds seemed to grow even thicker. From some unknown point, black lightning began to surge from the blood clouds within the Asura Holy Land.
"Everyone, be careful..."
For some reason, the Dragon King felt uneasy and reminded the giant serpent beside him again.
"Haha..."
A strange laugh suddenly came from within the Asura Holy Land, and the blood clouds within the entire Asura Holy Land seemed to expand infinitely. Almost in the instant the giant serpent army reacted, the dense blood clouds had already covered the entire Asura Realm.
"Asura King, get out here! Your Asura army has been annihilated by me!"
The Dragon King transformed into a giant serpent and roared angrily. The Asura race had been wiped out; what kind of trouble could a single Asura King stir up?
"Haha, speaking of which, I should thank you, my dear Dragon King. If you hadn't wiped out all the Asuras, I would never have known that things were so interesting." The
blood-red clouds in the sky seemed to vanish completely in an instant, and the sky over the Asura Realm returned to its normal color, seemingly indistinguishable from the rest of the world. A white-robed Asura King stood on one leg on a patch of pure water, suspended in mid-air. The water was so pure, seemingly without a single impurity, perfectly revealing everything beneath the surface.
"The Asura King?"
The Dragon King felt very strange. As the Dragon King, he had naturally met the Asura King several times, but this Asura King before him seemed so unfamiliar. Although he still had the appearance of the Asura King, the aura emanating from his body was so different, unusually mixed.
"Asura King? No, no, no, Your Majesty the Dragon King, I think you should call me Asura Demon King. I am the number one among the eight classes, the great Asura Demon King! What are Brahma and Shiva? I will definitely be able to cut off the heads of those two bastards!"
The self-proclaimed Asura Demon King laughed loudly.
"Asura Demon King?"
Even the Dragon King had never heard of this strange name.
"Haha, I have absorbed the bloodthirsty power of the entire Asura realm, plus the souls of countless Asuras. I have perfectly merged with the Asura realm. I am the eternal legend of the Asura realm, the Asura Demon King."

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