[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - 35

Chapter 123 The Gods Sell Themselves
"You lowly creatures, how dare you not bow your heads before us, the second generation of gods!"
The war of the gods ended in victory for the giants. All thirty-five second-generation chief gods gathered before the Earth Mother Gaia. Immense divine power emanated from these thirty-five chief gods. The servant races of the gods, who had been brought onto the chariots by the Olympian gods, were terrified by this immense divine power, their limbs going weak, and they all knelt on the ground in fear, unable to move.
"Brand these servant races, and let them atone for their sins through meritorious service,"
said the Earth Mother Gaia, slightly weary. Although the battle had just ended with the Earth Mother Gaia's overwhelming power achieving a decisive victory, the energy she had consumed was also astonishing. If it weren't for the fact that she could infinitely draw divine power from the earth by standing on it, those three divine power javelins alone would have drained her of her life force.
"Yes."
These second-generation gods completely obeyed the Earth Mother Gaia's orders.
"Lady Gaia..."
a giant god hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"Rogi, the Wind God, what is it?"
Gaia, the Earth Mother, asked, looking at Rogi. All the so-called second-generation Olympian gods were born of Gaia, essentially her children, and Gaia's tone seemed to carry a hint of affection.
"Gaya, my mother, I want to ask you, was it a deity from the East who rescued you?"
Rogi asked.
"My child, did you ask this Eastern deity to come and rescue me? If so, I can tell you, I was rescued by this Eastern deity,"
Gaia replied.
"Then, great Mother of the Gods, please allow your son to follow his vow and follow this Eastern deity..."
Rogi said slowly.
"What..."
Rogi's words caused a strong controversy among all the second-generation gods.
"My child, never forget the dignity of the gods. Gods are a noble race, and a god's promise must be kept... Go, my child, go and find your own path..."
Gaia said calmly.
"Thank you, my mother..."
The wind god Rogi bowed to Gaia, the earth mother, before vanishing in a whirlwind before the eyes of the second Olympian gods.
"My children, let us rebuild the paradise belonging to the gods and giants!" As
soon as Gaia's voice faded, the giants' cheers resounded through the heavens.
Just as the giants reclaimed Olympus and began rebuilding their former glory, on the vast ocean, the defeated Olympian gods were heading towards Egypt.
Having lost Mount Olympus, these Olympian gods could only heed the advice of their ally, the Egyptian god, to recuperate in Egypt for a period, hoping to secure powerful aid before planning a counterattack.
Meanwhile, on the Aegean Sea, a luxurious yacht over three hundred meters long slowly cruised on the beautiful Aegean waters. Bearing the emblem of the oldest Dracula family in Europe, the snow-white yacht boasted a superior propulsion system and powerful automatic control functions, allowing it to be operated entirely by one person.
Yang Yan stretched his legs out on the yacht's control panel, a smug smile playing on his lips as he gazed at the sky outside the window. Behind him, on the sofa, Ba was happily munching on a huge pile of snacks.
Truly worthy of being the number one business conglomerate in all of Europe, Yang Yan had only made one phone call, and someone had brought this luxury yacht, worth hundreds of billions of dollars, to his designated location.
At that moment, in the cargo hold on the lowest deck of the luxury yacht, within a cleared area of about ten meters in the center, a massive black egg, three meters in diameter, was gleaming with a strange black light. Countless streams of dark demonic energy were spewing from this egg, only to be blocked by a massive talisman sealing off a ten-meter radius. The unreleased demonic energy was absorbed back into the egg, and shortly after, another massive surge of demonic energy erupted from it.
Inside the giant egg, Yasha-hime, completely naked, lay asleep, cradling the Yasha Demon Blade. The Yasha Demon Blade, having absorbed the demonic energy crystals outside the Divine Cage on Mount Olympus, immediately unleashed its demonic power upon returning to Yang Yan's yacht, entering a long period of digestion and slumber. If it weren't for Ba's unique talisman used by the Zombie God to seal all the demonic energy within the cabin, this immense demonic energy would likely have turned the surrounding hundreds of kilometers into a demon realm.
The yacht moved comfortably forward, and Yang Yan's thoughts drifted to the two beautiful goddesses he had placed in the luxurious bedroom.
"My goddesses, I'm here..."
Yang Yan instructed Ba to watch the cockpit, and seeing Ba tinkering with the luxurious yacht with great interest, Yang Yan hummed a little tune as he walked towards his dream bedroom.
The yacht boasted several suites furnished to the finest standards of a six-star hotel. Yang Yan familiarly entered the luxurious bedroom of one of the suites. On the enormous bed, large enough for seven or eight people to lie side-by-side without feeling cramped, lay two stunningly beautiful women. One appeared to be completely naked, her pale golden hair cascading over the snow-white silk blankets. The blankets could not conceal the alluring curves of her breasts beneath. This blonde beauty was none other than Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, who should have been utterly destroyed on Mount Olympus by Gaia's divine spear. The other, clad only in a close-fitting garment with her hands exposed outside the silk, was Aphrodite, the moon goddess, who had been thrown away by Apollo, the sun god.
"Truly goddesses..."
Yang Yan casually pulled back the white silk blankets covering the two goddesses, instantly revealing their bodies before him. While praising them, Yang Yan's lecherous hands began to explore their bodies. The two unconscious goddesses could only emit meaningless soft moans.
As Yang Yan caressed her, the Moon Goddess Aphrodite, who hadn't suffered any harm to begin with, slowly awoke.
"You…"
Aphrodite suddenly realized something was wrong, but when she saw Yang Yan's unforgettable Eastern face, she completely softened, responding to his movements. When Yang Yan's magnificent member entered her body, she readily yielded, her alluring beauty making her a true object of desire in a man's bedchamber.
Amidst her high-pitched screams, the Moon Goddess, limp as mud, collapsed into Yang Yan's arms, her body seemingly boneless. The powerful Aphrodite could barely move a finger at this moment, the pleasurable exhaustion allowing her to savor the almost soul-melting pleasure.
"Useless, you should rest,"
Yang Yan chuckled. The ease with which he had conquered a goddess in bed was a supreme achievement for a man, making him feel incredibly elated. The moon goddess Aphrodite quickly fell asleep, a blissful smile still lingering on her beautiful face.
"Now it's your turn, my goddess of war."
Yang Yan approached Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, a beauty who had once participated in the election of the most beautiful goddess.
Athena's figure was far more alluring than the moon goddess's; her snow-white skin concealed a powerful, taut physique, and her magnificent, full breasts and broad shoulders added a touch of masculinity to this stunning goddess.
The goddess of wisdom and war's body was something even Zeus, the king of the gods, coveted but could not obtain; the supple feel of her flesh was incredibly pleasurable for Yang Yan as he kneaded her.
"Hmm..."
The physical stimulation awakened Athena from her slumber. The first thing Athena felt upon waking was a pair of hands, brimming with boundless lust, frantically exploring her body. Athena abruptly opened her eyes. Her
pale golden pupils, imbued with infinite divine power, stared at the audacious Eastern man who had desecrated the goddess's body.
"Desecrating the gods, die..."
Although she didn't know what was happening, Athena, possessing limitless energy, still uttered a cold shout, unleashing terrifying divine power. If Yang Yan were an ordinary person, this single strike would have obliterated him completely. Even an ordinary god would likely be harmed by such a sudden attack.
Chapter 123 Desecrating the Goddess
After the immense divine power flashed, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, was horrified to discover that the human pressing down on her was completely unaffected by her divine power, continuing to desecrate her sacred body.
"Who are you? Where is this place?"
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, asked as she struggled.
"You sent your hand down to attack me, and you still ask who I am?"
Yang Yan smiled eerily at Athena.
"You...you're the guy who almost killed the Egyptian god."
Athena was shocked. This blasphemer was clearly not a first-time offender.
"The Egyptian god? A half-human, half-bird monster can be considered a god? What a joke."
Yang Yan bit down on the incredibly firm and full breasts of the goddess of wisdom and war, sucking them for a while. Athena's breathing became rapid.
"Let me go..."
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, was also the Greek goddess of chastity and virginity. Even the lustful Zeus dared not defile her. She had never experienced anything like this. Her immense divine power and might were no match for the man before her who had no divine power whatsoever. The goddess of wisdom and war could only struggle like an ordinary woman.
"Keep struggling, that's what makes it exciting..."
Yang Yan chuckled wickedly. Seeing the proud goddess of wisdom and war so vulnerable and terrified was a source of satisfaction for any man...
The torrential rape lasted for hours. When Yang Yan subdued Athena with overwhelming power, Athena's terror, her despair as his magnificent member breached her chastity, and finally, her wild and sensual climaxes during the rape were simply irresistible.
When Athena awoke from her slumber, it was pitch black outside. The pervasive aches and the strange, blushing sensations that made her blush overwhelmed her, leaving her lost in a state of indescribable bliss.
Suddenly, scenes from her birth to the present flashed through her memory like a movie. Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, born clad in armor, wielding a spear and shield, and possessing limitless power, was always Zeus's thorn in his side. Zeus both coveted his daughter's stunning beauty and feared her formidable strength, which rivaled his own. If it weren't for the mighty hammer, Zeus's throne as king of the gods would have long been unstable.
Zeus's love and fear of Athena directly influenced the other gods' opinions of her. Apart from Apollo and his sister, the other gods kept their distance from Athena, and many even deliberately isolated her out of jealousy of her immense power.
The long passage of time almost eroded Athena's spirit. When Zeus forced her to marry a clumsy bird, the once incredibly brave and beautiful goddess of war didn't choose to fight back; instead, she succumbed to the pressure.
The erosion of her pride and the waning of her confidence left Athena utterly bewildered and powerless before the mighty javelin of Gaia, the mother of the gods. The overwhelming power of Gaia had sown seeds of fear in Athena's heart; the mere thought of Gaia's terrifying javelin made her tremble uncontrollably.
"Athena, what are you afraid of?"
Aphrodite, the moon goddess, awakening from his slumber, suddenly sensed a strange tremor emanating from Athena. A palpable sense of despair and fear clearly startled him.
"Aphrodite… I…"
Athena hesitated, her face deathly pale.
"It's just a divine javelin, how come it scared the goddess who's supposedly the strongest fighter like this..."
Yang Yan's lazy voice drifted over. The two goddesses looked in the direction of the voice and saw a huge French window open. Yang Yan sat naked in a comfortable recliner, holding a glass of golden brandy. A refreshing sea breeze caressed his body, his black hair flowing freely. A unique aura made the two goddesses feel a little confused.
Although they couldn't sense any power fluctuations from the man who had taken their virginity, there was an indescribable strange feeling about him, as if this man, who showed no signs of power, was filled with terrifying strength.
Athena even felt that this Eastern man was more terrifying than Gaia, the mother of the gods.
"Come sit down,"
Yang Yan said to the two goddesses, patting his thigh casually. The two goddesses looked at Yang Yan awkwardly. They both felt uncomfortable being so close to a man.
"Don't you want to?"
Yang Yan's tone showed no displeasure, but his lustful eyes continued to scan the two goddesses' naked bodies.
“I’m coming.”
Aphrodite took a deep breath, casually grabbed a nightgown that was already placed by the bed, put it on to cover her alluring figure, and then came to Yang Yan’s side, obediently sitting on his lap. Seeing Aphrodite’s actions, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, hesitated for a moment, then also put on her nightgown and came to Yang Yan’s side.
“What is your understanding of power?”
Yang Yan gently inhaled the alluring fragrance of Aphrodite’s hair and asked.
“…Power is overwhelming strength…”
Athena recalled Gaia’s irresistible spear strike; it seemed that only that kind of invincible power was true power.
“Power…power should be the sum of divine power and the power of weapons…”
Aphrodite’s combat aesthetics were entirely derived from Apollo, the sun god.
“Hehe, both are right, and both are wrong,”
Yang Yan said with a slight smile.
"There are countless laws, therefore no fixed law. Nothing in this world can be easily understood. Take power, for example. Everyone's understanding of power is different. Isn't Gaia's divine javelin incredibly powerful? Yet I was able to rescue Athena from it. Does that mean my power surpasses Gaia's? Actually, at my full power, I'm at most on par with Gaia, and might even be weaker. But I have hundreds of ways to defeat her. Her divine javelin is nothing to me. For example, Aphrodite, you can also defeat Gaia. Gaia's power mainly comes from the earth. As long as you sever her connection with the earth, her strength isn't actually that much higher than yours. Your freezing technique last time severed her connection with the earth."
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"You mean we can defeat the Mother of Gods?"
Athena asked anxiously.
"Want to obtain great power?"
Yang Yan revealed a smile that seemed to tempt a demon.
"...What's the price?"
Athena asked.
"From now on, follow me, and you will no longer be Greek goddesses,"
Yang Yan said calmly.
"No, I must go back to my brother..."
Aphrodite hesitated for a moment before saying.
"I agree..."
After Zeus's forced marriage, Athena had little remaining affection for the Greek gods. Desiring to become the goddess of wisdom and war, whose power rivaled that of Gaia, she quickly made up her mind and nodded.
“You must be careful of Zeus. This loss of Mount Olympus will surely make him even more cunning. Perhaps…”
Yang Yan knew very well the blow Zeus had suffered from losing Mount Olympus. According to the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, someone who had never experienced a serious blow would most likely become mentally unstable once they did, and most likely would castrate themselves to practice the unparalleled divine attack, the Sunflower Manual…
“I’m leaving…”
Aphrodite stood up from Yang Yan’s arms. The Moon Goddess Armor that had been scattered by the bedside instantly appeared on Aphrodite’s body. The Moon Goddess Chariot that Yang Yan had placed on the ship’s deck appeared before the Moon Goddess. Aphrodite mounted the Moon Chariot and then rode away.
“Are you worried about Aphrodite?”
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, asked, watching Yang Yan stare at Aphrodite’s departing chariot.
“Hmm…”
Yang Yan replied casually.
“Don’t worry, with Apollo around, no one can touch Aphrodite,”
said Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war.
Chapter 124, Part 1: My Servant is a God.
India, a strange place. A country with the most jewels and gold in the world, a country whose strange civilization arose from the holy Ganges River. India has many wealthy people who live in huge villas, indulging in nightly revelry and debauchery. At the same time, India has the highest proportion of poor people, who live in stinking, cramped houses, aimlessly waiting for death.
India has sexy dancers and mysterious yoga. Their girls start learning sex manuals at the age of seven, learning how to serve men.
Although India is the birthplace of Buddhism, one of the world's three major religions, the majority of the population practices the barbaric Brahmanism. Brahmanism believes that cows are sacred, so cows roam the streets of India. Brahmanical temples keep underage girls, who are called saints, supposedly women who have dedicated their bodies and souls to the gods, but in reality, they are sex slaves of Brahmanical followers. Most of these children are ravaged and near death before reaching adulthood, and it is the powerful bulls who seize their virginity.
Brahmanism firmly believes that the world was created by the creator god Brahma, and that the noblest of those created by Brahma is the Brahmin, while all other castes are lowly. The difference between the four castes is like an insurmountable chasm…
In the Brahma Temple, the largest temple in Brahmanism, the Indian president, a Brahmin, kneels at the feet of the Brahma statue, praying for Brahma's protection.
Recently, India's situation has become increasingly precarious. India has always considered China its greatest enemy, and recently, China has annexed large amounts of land, greatly increasing its power, which is absolutely unforgivable in India's eyes.
Especially given the significant territorial disputes between India and China, in the eyes of Indians, Tibet, the holy land of Buddhism, is simply a gift from heaven, especially since it is home to Tantric Buddhism, the largest school of Buddhism and a long-time enemy of Brahmanism.
"Great Brahma, please help us defeat our despicable enemy!"
With the Brahmin's voice, a divine light shimmered above the statue of Brahma.
"Mr. President, the great Brahma has heard your prayer. Once Brahma and Shiva reach an agreement, the Great Brahma will surely take action against China."
Both are major Asian powers with vast lands and large populations. India has long been considered a second-rate nation, while China, an equally ancient country, rose rapidly after World War II, first becoming one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, and then experiencing rapid economic development after the 1980s. Two thousand years later, it has become one of the world's leading powers, almost fully regaining its millennia-old prestige. While India's economy has recovered somewhat, it still cannot compare to China's. Compared to China's 14% economic growth, India's 8% growth seems insufficient. Envy of China deeply gnaws at the Brahmin's heart.
"Then thank you, Great God..."
Hearing the monk's words, the Brahmin immediately became happy.
"Mr. President, you need to prepare a thousand virgins to offer to the great Brahma,"
the monk coldly said to the Brahman.
"Yes, I'll prepare them right away."
If he could use the power of the gods to strike at China, a thousand virgins, ten thousand, even a hundred thousand wouldn't be a problem. After all, India has 800 million people, 90% of whom are poor. Buying a thousand virgins to serve the gods wouldn't cost much at all. The Brahman thought coldly.
"Then I await your good news, Mr. President."
After seeing the Brahman out of the temple, the monk went to the statue of Brahma, pushed it aside, and a strange passage appeared behind the statue. The monk walked forward along the passage, and the Brahma statue behind him automatically returned to its original state.
At the end of the passage was a huge temple. Inside the temple, a three-meter-tall, black-bodied giant with a minotaur's head was rubbing a giant axe in his hand.
"Brahma."
Looking at the minotaur, the monk knelt down.
"Rise."
The minotaur seemed to pay no attention to the monk, speaking in a thunderous voice.
"Revered Brahma, what do you think of this matter concerning China..."
The monk stood up cautiously, bowing his head as he asked tentatively.
"I have already informed Shiva, the god of destruction. As soon as the Brahmin virgin arrives, Shiva and I will personally make a trip to China,"
said the Minotaur Brahma.
"Revered Brahma, then I will not disturb you any longer..."
The monk carefully withdrew from the temple and turned to leave.
"China..."
The Minotaur Brahma's gaze shifted to the distant East, the place that had once been his homeland.
"Xuanyuan, if I do not slaughter all your dragon descendants, I am not Brahma, the warrior of the Chiyou tribe."
The Minotaur's voice was filled with boundless hatred.
"Xuanyuan is our common enemy..."
A fleeting voice rang out, and a thick black mist appeared in the temple without warning. This mist quickly coalesced into a humanoid figure over two meters tall, and from within this humanoid black mist came the harsh voice of Shiva, one of the two main Hindu gods.
"The formation that sealed off the entire Divine Continent has disappeared. Xuanyuan should have been reincarnated. As long as we can find him before he reverts to his ancient god form, we can completely destroy him,"
the Minotaur Brahma said coldly.
"Don't forget, our enemies are not just Xuanyuan, but also Xuanyuan's greatest accomplice back then, that despicable sun god Yan Di," the god
of destruction Shiva said, his voice filled with hatred.
"How could I forget? This time, I must completely annihilate the despicable Xuanyuan and his accomplices, the Sun God Yan Emperor."
Brahma gripped his giant axe tightly.
The luxury yacht sailed slowly on the high seas. The giant egg of the Yaksha Demon Blade was still incubating in the cabin, and Yang Yan couldn't easily abandon the luxury yacht. After setting the automatic navigation system, Yang Yan took out the deep-sea fishing equipment prepared on the yacht and leisurely began to fish.
The tools used for deep-sea fishing are completely different from those used for freshwater fishing. Because many fish living in the ocean are much larger than freshwater fish, deep-sea fishing rods are shorter and more flexible to catch big fish.
Yang Yan's luck was obviously not good. After several hours, he still hadn't caught a single fish.
"I say, is it because you second-generation Olympian gods are just too unlucky? How come I can't catch a single fish as soon as you stand behind me?"
Yang Yan suddenly said.
"You've spotted me?"
The figure of a giant ten meters tall suddenly appeared behind Yang Yan.
"If someone your size approaches me and I don't react, there's definitely something wrong with me,"
Yang Yan said calmly, looking at the giant.
"Rogi, the second-generation chief god of Olympus, has come to fulfill his oath,"
the giant said calmly.
"So, you're my servant now?"
Yang Yan asked with a sly grin.
"That's right. From now on, there is no longer Rogi, the Wind God, only your servant Rogi,"
the giant replied, clearly having adjusted his mindset and showing sufficient humility in his answer to Yang Yan's question.
"You're too big for the human world. Become an ordinary person,"
Yang Yan said, looking at Rogi's over ten-meter-tall body.
"Yes..."
A divine light flashed, and Rogi's body proportions shrank rapidly, transforming in an instant into a powerful, over two-meter-tall man dressed in ancient Greek clothing.
"Also, put away your divine power, or I won't catch a single fish by tomorrow."
Since Yang Yan started fishing, the Wind God Luo Ji had been staying behind him. Although Luo Ji hadn't deliberately released his divine power, the majesty of a second-generation main god was enough to make all living beings avoid him. These fish, though lacking intelligence, were still driven by instinctive fear to stay away from this seemingly dangerous sea area.
"If you just want to eat fish, why go through all this trouble?"
Luo Ji frowned, his eyes flashing. Suddenly, a small tornado appeared on the sea, carrying dozens of small fish to Yang Yan's front.
Yang Yan looked at the Wind God Luo Ji as if he were a monster.
Chapter 124 The Lower Bull and T

Chapter 125 Upper India Attacks T

Chapter 125 Lower Asura's Wrath
"Under the Eye of Desire, nothing can hide."
Yang Yan snorted coldly, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the whole world changed before Yang Yan's eyes. Various residual traces flashed before Yang Yan like countless photoelectric signals. In the end, all the colors disappeared, leaving only a black mark on the ground.
"Go this way."
Yang Yan snorted coldly, got into the car, and the driver immediately drove in the direction Yang Yan indicated. Along the way, Yang Yan kept pointing out the direction to go. Following Yang Yan's instructions, the luxury car quickly left the city and soon arrived at a huge abandoned amusement park.
"This is a zombie amusement park?"
Yang Yan frowned. This amusement park, where no one ever came, was actually the very place where Yang Yan first met Li Aidan and was lured there by the Demon Queen. It was here that the Demon Queen released the King of Zombies, leading to Yang Yan's return to the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor's Mausoleum and the series of events that followed, including the King of Zombies summoning the God of Zombies. Because of the amusement park's infamous reputation, almost no one ever came here. It was indeed the most suitable place to hide.
The yin energy that had covered the amusement park had dissipated, and now the amusement park was covered by a strange, indescribable aura. This aura was not as lifeless as yin energy; instead, it carried a hint of eeriness.
"Chi You... this is the aura of the Chi You demon clan."
The God of Zombies, Ba, said, his expression changing.
"Chi You? The great demon god who was beheaded by the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor?"
The battle between Xuanyuan and Chi You at Zhuolu Plain, the most terrifying ancient war in legend, was the most brutal war in ancient times. Hearing the name Chi You, everyone was startled.
"The Chi You Demon Clan is an incredibly powerful race. Chi You is the title of their king. The last Chi You king was slain in the Zhuo Lu Wilderness. The remnants of this race escaped beyond the Nine Provinces. Since the Nine Provinces Barrier was raised, no foreign deity has been able to enter the Nine Provinces. These remnants of the Chi You Demon Clan have never appeared on the land of Shenzhou,"
Ba said, frowning.
"Who are you?"
A childish voice rang out, clear and crisp, with a hint of foreign awkwardness.
"Little brother?"
Yang Yan and the others suddenly noticed a very androgynous child on the dilapidated carousel that had been abandoned for countless years. His delicate features made it impossible to discern his gender.
"Who are you? Why are you in my amusement park?"
The child spoke arrogantly to Yang Yan and the others, as if a scion of a noble family were addressing his servants, exuding authority. However, this authority coming from the androgynous child made everyone laugh.
"Your amusement park? This amusement park must have been abandoned for a long time. If you've bought it, shouldn't you show us your contract?"
Yang Yan said with a smile.
"You lowly people, born commoners, how dare you talk to me about contracts?"
The child's expression changed, and he said disdainfully.
"Be careful, this child is not simple."
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war on Mount Olympus, suddenly said. From this child, the goddess of war suddenly felt an unusual pressure.
"Not simple?"
Yang Yan looked at the child curiously, but didn't sense anything unusual about him.
"Not bad. You lowly commoners, daring to stand before me, seem to deserve a reward."
The child said coldly, suddenly unleashing a powerful aura from his body, an aura carrying a faint divine might.
"I see,"
Ba said with a sudden smile.
"What is it?"
Yang Yan asked.
"This child must be a low-level deity. When he doesn't unleash his divine power, we can't sense it because of the vast difference in strength; it's useless against us. But for mortals, even without his divine power, they cannot profane his majesty. As for Athena, being the goddess of war, her senses for battle are exceptionally sharp, so she could sense that he is no ordinary being."

"You wretched woman, who are you calling a low-level god?"
Hearing Ba's words, the child immediately flew into a rage, his aura intensifying.
"Not bad, it seems anger can enhance your strength."
Ba completely disregarded the child. "
You damned lowly commoners!"
Hearing Ba's contempt, the child roared, his divine power increasing threefold.
"Athena, it's up to you."
Yang Yan chuckled and returned to the carriage, ready to watch a good show. Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, had been receiving training from Ba, the god of zombies, for the past few days. Not only had her divine power improved significantly, but her ability to use it should also have increased.
"State your name."
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, casually tied up her long hair, which almost reached her hips, with a ribbon and then coldly said.
"Asura, a prince of the Asura race under the command of the supreme Brahma,"
the child said coldly. As he spoke, his appearance gradually changed. The body of a seven or eight-year-old child grew rapidly, transforming in no time into that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. His slender body was both male and female, and a head of glossy black hair hung down his back. A pair of fierce eyebrows, like sharp swords, added a touch of masculinity to his already alluring face. A neutral beauty, capable of attracting attention regardless of gender.
"Asura, the Indian god of war?"
Athena frowned. Although separated by thousands of miles, with the Aegean Sea and the Indian Ocean almost never intersecting, Athena, as the Greek goddess of war, had indeed heard the legend of Asura, the Indian god of war. India has eight major divine races, among which the Asura race is a terrifying race with the title of Heavenly Fighting God. Cultivators of this race are born with a thirst for battle, seemingly born to live in combat. The most powerful members of the Asura race are given the name Asura, and the king of the Asura race is called the Asura King.
"Now you know fear? I'll let you lowly commoners know what the wrath of Asura is."
The Asura's voice was icy cold, carrying three parts masculine strength and seven parts feminine gentleness, blending into a unique charm. This unique charm, mixed with three parts anger, three parts killing intent, three parts hatred, and one part boldness, was enough to make an ordinary young girl lose herself.
"That damned transvestite! Athena, beat this transvestite to a pulp!"
Seeing the Asura's cool pose, Yang Yan immediately roared. Instantly, the Asura lost all composure.
"You rude man..."
The Asura almost exploded; he (or she) hated being called a transvestite the most.
"You eunuch, you effeminate transvestite, you hermaphrodite, you plucked rabbit..."
Compared to the insults, how could Ashura be a match for Yang Yan? A string of vicious adjectives gushing from Yang Yan's mouth instantly drove Ashura into a rage.
"I'll kill you, kill you, you scoundrel..."
A terrifying aura erupted from Ashura's body, his entire being seemingly wreathed in raging fury. When Ashura is enraged, the three realms are emptied. Ashura's rage was the final catalyst for the impending battle. With a furious roar, a massive ball of flame shot from Ashura's hand towards Yang Yan's car.
"Your opponent is me."
Athena's voice rang out, the goddess of wisdom and war directly blocking Ashura's flames, a massive shield of light formed from divine power deflecting the attack. If any Olympian gods were present, they would be astonished to discover that Athena was the first Olympian deity, besides Gaia, the mother of the gods and the earth goddess, to transform divine power into a weapon.
"Woman, get out of my way!"
Although Asura was warlike, he still disdained to fight a woman.
"Fight, or die."
A spear formed from divine power appeared in Athena's hand. The goddess of wisdom and war, holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, though having lost her divine weapons, the Shield of Justice and the Statue of Victory, had learned to fight using her own divine power.
Chapter 126: Asura vs. Athena.
"Woman, you are arrogant."
Asura sneered. He had never seen such an arrogant woman before, daring to challenge the Asura prince, the strongest fighter in the heavens. She truly didn't know her own mortality.
"Are the Asuras so great? Asuras are warlike, and Yakshas are bloodthirsty. Although your Asura clan always wins battles against the Yaksha clan, haven't countless of your people been killed by the Yakshas every time? Bullying the weak with numbers—is this your Asura clan's pride?"
Athena sneered. Although the Asura clan was a powerful race in Hindu mythology, Athena was also the goddess of Olympus, renowned for her unparalleled fighting prowess, the goddess of wisdom and war. Let alone a mere Asura prince, even if the Asura King himself came, the majesty of the goddess of war would not allow Athena to bow before him.
"I will kill you..."
Driven mad by intense rage, Ashura went completely insane. A blinding flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a strangely styled double-edged longsword. The entire sword possessed an eerie pale gold hue, within which layers of seven-colored light shimmered. As the gaze shifted, these hidden seven-colored lights flowed like autumn water. The moment this longsword appeared, it seemed to suppress all the light in the world. Ashura coldly stared at Athena, sword in hand.
"A divine artifact?"
Sensing the peculiar energy emanating from the sword, Athena's expression changed. This unparalleled majesty was a unique characteristic of a divine artifact. Athena frowned, not expecting Ashura to possess a divine artifact. She immediately longed for her own divine artifacts, the Shield of Justice and the Statue of Victory. With these divine artifacts in hand, as the goddess of wisdom and war, her power had increased to its current level; even Zeus wielding the hammer of Ares wouldn't be able to harm her.
"Asura's Deadly Sword!"
Asura shouted coldly, his divine sword vanishing in an instant. Then, Asura pounced on Athena with lightning speed, pressing his hand against the divine power shield she had formed. The moment Athena's shield touched Asura's hand, she felt an overwhelming, irresistible sword aura emanating from him. The powerful force sent Athena flying backward.
"So stupid! After all this time, you still don't understand. So-called divine artifacts are just auxiliary tools. Even without divine artifacts, the weapon formed from the power within your own body is absolutely no weaker than any divine artifact."
Ba frowned; Athena's fighting ability was still too weak for her.
"Take this!"
Hearing Ba's words, Athena blushed instantly, suddenly recalling the scene on Mount Olympus when she faced Gaia, the Earth Mother. Gaia had never possessed any divine artifacts, yet her javelin, formed from divine power, instantly destroyed the two divine artifacts that had been hers for thousands of years. Before absolute power, no divine artifact is of any use. Athena roared, her divine power coalescing into a spear that shot out like lightning, aimed directly at Ashura's throat.
Without warning, a metallic clang rang out as Athena's spear approached Ashura's body. Athena felt as if her divine spear was blocked by something, and then, in a flash, Ashura's sword seemed to appear before her, roaring with the aura of death, trying to devour her life.
At the critical moment, a second shield of divine power appeared without warning before Athena, blocking Ashura's longsword. With a flash of light, Ashura's sword vanished again, and Ashura lunged at Athena, brandishing his arms.
"Idiot, don't look! That's an invisible weapon!"
Seeing Athena's eyes fixed on Ashura, Ba couldn't help but shout.
"Haha, our Asura clan's divine weapon is something you lowly commoners can't possibly understand!"
Ashura laughed, his longsword disappearing again, skillfully dodging Athena's shield and leaving a deep, ancient wound on her arm.
"So it's an invisible divine weapon."
Athena seemed oblivious to her wound, nonchalantly withdrawing her divine power shield.
"Haha, you're not worthy to fight our Asura clan!"
Ashura laughed wildly, closing in on Athena once more.
"Since I can't find your weapons, I won't look for them anymore!"
Athena roared, wielding a spear formed from divine power in each hand. Her hands moved rhythmically, the two spears attacking Asura like a raging river. The goddess of wisdom and war, Athena, a veteran of countless battles, relentlessly struck Asura's vital points with her spears, forcing him to retreat continuously. Length matters; Athena's spears were clearly much longer than Asura's sword. Two spears against one sword, Asura was immediately locked in a stalemate. Although he possessed invisible weapons, they were completely useless when he couldn't seize the initiative.
"That's more like it,"
Ba said, seemingly somewhat satisfied with Athena's current actions.
"Haha, I never expected our little princess to be so impressive as a teacher."
Yang Yan had never seen Ba with such a mature expression before; her expression when instructing Athena in battle was completely devoid of her usual childishness. Hearing Yang Yan's words, Ba blushed and immediately buried her head in Yang Yan's arms, refusing to come out.
"Damn it..."
Suppressed and powerless to fight back, Ashura roared, unleashing all his strength. Even at the cost of having an arm destroyed by Athena's spear, he still aimed his sword at Athena's head. Athena blocked the attack and retreated with lightning speed.
"You lowly commoners, you have angered me, Ashura. Now I will show you the terror of Ashura!"
Ashura roared, and countless cracks suddenly appeared on his body. Then, the body of the teenage boy instantly turned into countless fragments, and a huge body emerged from the broken boy's body.
It was two meters tall, with four arms like ghostly claws. One hand wielded an invisible longsword, while the other three ghostly claws danced incessantly. Long blue hair flowed in the wind. Although its face still resembled that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, it revealed a ferocious smile. Its red tongue occasionally licked its pale lips, giving it a studious and sinister appearance.
"Wisdom Space..."
Athena coldly shouted as Ashura revealed his divine form. The unique domain of the goddess of wisdom and war opened, and Athena, clad in armor, stood amidst countless symbols and graphics.
"Asura Slaughterground!"
Ashura revealed a maniacal smile. With a furious roar, an aura of boundless rage and killing intent suddenly erupted. Centered on Ashura's body, an ancient battlefield, seemingly having witnessed countless battles, appeared around him. On the ground, bones piled up like mountains, blood flowed like rivers, and countless dying and near-death people wailed. Countless severed limbs were piled up like small mountains. Ashura's body exuded deathly energy, roaming back and forth across this land.
The Wisdom Space of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, and Ashura's Asura Slaughterground, two domains of vastly different natures, collided. Everything between them became sacrifices to the domains of these two gods. The immense power of these domains heralded the official start of the battle between the two deities.
"Go to hell..."
After unleashing his domain, Ashura seemed to have fallen into a frenzy. With a furious roar, he disregarded the balance between the two domains and crashed his massive domain directly into Athena's intelligent space. Instantly, the mutual devouring between the two domains caused spatial distortions. Within Athena's domain, the earth began to collapse, and everything turned to ashes.
"You madman..."
Battles between domains usually involve the slow absorption of the opponent's domain. For Ashura to directly lead his domain into another's domain like this, unless Ashura's strength was several times greater than Athena's, the backlash between the domains would be enough to turn Ashura into dust.
Chapter 126 The Yaksha King Arrives
The two domains forcibly merged in an instant, and both massive domains shattered simultaneously. The immense power of the domains erupted in the blink of an eye, and the terrifying impact instantly turned this amusement park, once a source of terrifying legends, into ruins.
"Kill you... I'll kill you..."
Covered in blood, Ashura brandished his longsword, which had lost its invisibility due to the depletion of his divine power, and crawled out of the ruins while roaring madly.
"Go to hell!"
Athena, who hadn't expected Ashura to fight in such an unorthodox manner, finally succumbed to her fury. Athena, after all, was the chief goddess of Greece, her true strength far surpassing Ashura's. The backlash from the uncontrolled domain hadn't harmed Athena herself; even the wound Ashura had initially inflicted was beginning to heal. However, the desecration of her divine dignity had completely enraged Athena. The wrath of a god could only be quelled with blood. The enraged Athena transformed her divine power into a gigantic spear, pointing directly at Ashura.
"Kill..."
The berserk Ashura, though covered in wounds, showed no sign of retreat. His anger transformed into fighting power once more. Ashura's sword frantically absorbed his energy, the entire sword seemingly transforming into a rainbow, its seven colors swirling within it. The moment Ashura's sword clashed with the gigantic spear formed from Athena's divine power, the sword shattered into fragments. Athena's divine spear, like a giant devouring machine, relentlessly consumed everything in its path.
"She learned the fighting style of Mother Earth Gaia?"
Abandoning all techniques and magical artifacts, destroying everything with pure divine power—that's Mother Earth Gaia's fighting style. Although Athena didn't use Mother Earth Gaia's terrifyingly powerful divine javelin, the spear she released at this moment indeed possessed the same power. Yang Yan watched Athena's battle and said,
"Every god race has its own fighting style. Mother Earth Gaia's fighting style is very suitable for users of divine power like Athena. It's not surprising that she would unconsciously imitate this fighting style after witnessing how Mother Earth Gaia used her abilities. Moreover... she truly deserves to be called the goddess of war. In the midst of her furious battle, she finally shook off the negative influence that Mother Earth Gaia had brought her."
Ba said lazily in Yang Yan's arms. Athena, after all, is the chief goddess of Mount Olympus. If it weren't for her recent struggle against Gaia, the Earth Mother, and the terrifying javelin that effortlessly claimed her life, the lingering fear in her heart had significantly diminished her power. Only now had Athena regained her true strength as the goddess of war.
"Yama Wind Wolf Break..."
With a furious roar, Ashura was suddenly pulled back by an incredibly powerful force. A black-clad, curly-haired Indian man, wielding a three-meter-long black scimitar, appeared where Ashura had just been. The scimitar slashed upwards in a massive crescent shape, instantly clashing with Athena's divine spear. The powerful recoil forced the man backwards.
"You'll die too!"
Athena's rage intensified after her divine spear attack was blocked by the mysterious Indian man. The spear, which the man had shattered in half, reformed into its full form, its immense power aimed directly at him.
"Yama Blue Wolf Fang..."
Facing Athena's divine spear, the mysterious Indian man remained expressionless. His massive black scimitar traced a strange trajectory, deflecting Athena's spear aimed at his throat. The man's black scimitar struck directly at the tip of Athena's spear.
The immense power collided without any finesse. The slash of the scimitar was significantly more powerful than the thrust of the spear. The Indian man was forced back again, and simultaneously, the counterattack from the black scimitar forced Athena to retreat as well, her divine spear vanishing from her hand.
"State your name..."
Athena steadied herself, her divine power erupting suddenly. The intelligent space behind her reformed, and protected by it, Athena regained her composure. Her beautiful eyes locked onto the mysterious Indian man as she asked,
"Yaksha Clan, Yaksha King."
The mysterious Indian man sheathed his scimitar and stood opposite Athena in a strange posture, his body moving freely. This unusual posture made the Yaksha King's body seem to appear and disappear. In this incredibly mystical state, Athena felt as if there wasn't a single god or even a human being before her, yet a terrifying opponent stood undeniably before her.
"How strange. Aren't Yakshas and Asuras mortal enemies? I remember that Yakshas killed the most Asuras, and the Heavenly God of Slaughter, the Yaksha, has always been defeated by Asuras. How come you two are together?"
Yang Yan asked curiously.
"The affairs between the Yakshas and Asuras are none of your business,"
the Yaksha King, wielding his black scimitar, said coldly.
"Uncle Yaksha, kill these lowly people for me..."
After witnessing the battle between the Yaksha King and Athena, Ashura seemed to have regained his senses and shouted at the Yaksha King.
"Boy, if you say another word, I'll smash your face."
Yang Yan pushed open the car door and got out.
"Who are you people? Why are you making trouble for us?"
The Yaksha King had just fought with Athena and naturally knew how terrifying she was, so he didn't want to make things too big and could only say coldly.
"I am your Chinese grandpa! You two Indian pigs dare to cause trouble on my territory, killing and burning, committing all kinds of evil deeds! You can forget about going back alive!"
Yang Yan cursed.
"Chinese? No, the magic this woman just used is definitely not Chinese..."
India and China have been neighbors for thousands of years, and the Yaksha King had naturally seen many practitioners of Chinese Buddhism and Taoism. Athena's fighting techniques just now did not belong to Buddhism or Taoism at all, so it was definitely not Chinese.
"China is a vast and resource-rich land, a land of outstanding people and beautiful culture, a great nation with a thousand-year history. How could you Indian idiots possibly understand all of this?"
Yang Yan said disdainfully.
"Then let me see your skills."
The Yaksha King had just fought Athena and lacked confidence in defeating the goddess of wisdom and war, so he immediately shifted his target.
"You'll have to defeat my woman first."
Yang Yan didn't take the Yaksha King seriously at all.
"Let's do it."
Athena produced two divine spears in her hands and shouted angrily. Before the Yaksha King could answer, the two spears attacked him with lightning speed. The Yaksha King, wielding a black scimitar, blocked Athena's two divine spears with his own black scimitar and was immediately at a disadvantage.
"Uncle Yaksha, come on! Kill all these lowly Chinese people!"
Ashura seemed to have an unusually blind faith in the Yaksha King and cheered him loudly.
"Bring that brat here."
Unexpectedly, Ashura ignored his warning and Yang Yan was furious, saying to Ba.
"Yes, Father."
Upon hearing Yang Yan's command, Ba immediately nodded and slowly walked towards Ashura.
"You lowly commoner, I will kill you all!"
Seeing that the Yaksha King was unable to free his hands, Ashura roared angrily, his longsword flashing again. Ashura transformed into a white figure and pounced on Ba.
"Keep talking..."
Ba was never so polite to anyone other than Yang Yan. Seeing Ashura rushing towards him, she casually grabbed him, and her snow-white, delicate hand immediately gripped Ashura's neck. No matter how powerful Ashura was, he couldn't struggle at all.
"I told you to stop yelling. This time, I'll smash your face. This little face is really smooth. It would be very popular if sold to Thailand."
Yang Yan looked at Ashura's androgynous face with a peculiar smile.
"Let me go, you bastard..."
Ashura struggled with all his might, but he could not break free from Ba's grasp. Seeing Yang Yan grinning and waving his fist in front of him, Ashura's eyes filled with fear, though he didn't know what he was afraid of.
"You damned transvestite!"
Yang Yan punched Ashura hard in the eye, instantly turning his beautiful, captivating eye into a panda.
Chapter 127: Torturing Ashura
"Threatening me? I'll teach you to threaten me! I'll teach you to come to China and cause trouble! I'll teach you to engage in terrorist activities..."
Yang Yan's punches grew heavier and heavier, and in the blink of an eye, Ashura's beautiful face was reduced to a swollen, pig-like head. Ashura's screams continued, immediately affecting the Yaksha King in the battle. Already weaker than Athena, the Yaksha King was suddenly overwhelmed by Athena. The divine spear rendered the Yaksha King's scimitar completely useless, leaving him only able to barely resist. Athena's current demeanor once again demonstrated the warlike nature of the goddess of war, revealing a venting smile. Each spear in her hand was faster and more powerful than the last. To harness the astonishing energy emanating from Athena's spears, the Yaksha King had to fully utilize his unique martial arts, yet he still couldn't avoid the tremors within his soul.
"Boy, tell me obediently, what are you doing in China this time? How many of you came?"
Yang Yan stopped beating him and asked Ashura with a smile.
"You lowly commoner, don't even think about telling me..."
Ashura, his face swollen like a pig's head by Yang Yan, still couldn't let go of his dignity as a god.
"What are you doing in China? How many of you came?"
Yang Yan delivered a powerful punch, knocking out several of Ashura's teeth with a single blow.
"I'd rather die than tell..."
Ashura's voice became slurred due to a lisp.
"Kid, you're really stubborn. Anyway, you've killed so many people, you're no good either. Today, I'll let you taste what the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty are like."
Yang Yan frowned, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. His friend, Xiao Bai, was a naturally harmless, top-notch scoundrel, a kind person who would hesitate for a long time even to step on an ant. These damned Indian pigs actually came to China to cause trouble, leaving Xiao Bai half-paralyzed and lying in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance. Yang Yan immediately felt a surge of anger.
"You lowly people, you cannot blaspheme the gods!"
Fear flashed in Ashura's eyes.
"Let him go..."
Seeing Ashura about to be tortured by these despicable Chinese, Yaksha King roared, preparing to pounce on Yang Yan, defeat the demon, and save Ashura.
"Your opponent is me..."
Athena, not expecting her opponent to try and attack others while she was enjoying the fight, immediately let out a disgruntled snort. Her divine spear suddenly gained more strength, aiming directly at Yaksha King's vitals. If Yaksha King didn't fight back with all his might, Athena's spear would utterly destroy him before he could reach Yang Yan. Yaksha King had no choice but to abandon his attempt to rescue Ashura and continue to fight against Athena's deadly spear.
"Blasphemy? Haven't I killed enough gods? I've wiped out the entire Japanese pantheon! You piece of trash, Ashura, do you think I'm afraid? You're courting death!"
Yang Yan slapped Ashura several times and snorted angrily.
"Prepare the torture instruments immediately. I want to personally torture these damned Indian bastards and teach them what it means for the dignity of a dragon to be inviolable."
Yang Yan gave the order to his car.
"Yes, Master."
Yang Yan's driver was a Jonin of the Shiranui clan. With a phone call from the Jonin driver, several trucks soon drove up to Yang Yan along the dilapidated road leading to the completely destroyed amusement park.
"Master, twelve torture experts from the Shiranui Ninja Army's Punishment Hall have arrived."
Twelve burly men jumped off the trucks and saluted Yang Yan.
"This kid is said to be an Indian god. I will make him regret coming to my country."
Yang Yan said coldly.
"Yes, Master, please wait a moment."
The twelve torture experts began to work. One by one, strange and bizarre torture instruments, many of which were incomprehensible to most people, were assembled by these torture experts. Looking at these strange torture instruments, Ashura trembled continuously, his eyes showing fear, just like the expressions of the Chinese people who died in his hands.
As he gleefully used his divine power to blast those people for half a day, watching their terrified eyes seemed to bring him a unique kind of enjoyment.
"Let me serve you a few appetizers first."
Watching the torture experts busy at work, Yang Yan casually grabbed a bucket, filled it about halfway with water, then added a large bowl of fiery red chili powder, and finally stirred it well.
"This is a torture device the Japanese invented back then. Try it first,"
Yang Yan said with an evil smile.
"Can it seal this kid's power?"
Yang Yan asked.
"I sealed this guy's divine power long ago. Now he's at most the strength of an ordinary person,"
Ba said with a slight smile, finding it quite amusing to torture this seemingly unlucky guy.
"You know what to do?"
Yang Yan asked his driver.
"Yes, Master."
The driver, possessing the strength of a Jonin, reached out and lifted Ashura's body as if he were a chicken, a knife hanging below his head. With a downward press from the driver's hands, Ashura's entire head was immediately submerged in the bucket of water. If Ashura still possessed his divine power, not even a small bucket, let alone the entire Indian Ocean, could drown him. With his head submerged, Ashura, now a mortal, would have needed only moments to seek fresh air like an ordinary person. But where would there be air in a bucket filled with chili water? Only the pungent chili water. It entered Ashura's body through his nostrils and respiratory tract. His normally sensitive body, unaffected by any stimulation, immediately began to struggle violently.
Several minutes later, the Jonin driver finally managed to pull Ashura out of the chili water bucket and throw him to the ground. Upon regaining his freedom, Ashura immediately began to convulse as if possessed, coughing incessantly, his throat emitting hoarse, screaming sounds. He kept rubbing his eyes…
"This kid isn't going to die like this, is he?"
Seeing Ashura's pained state, Yang Yan asked worriedly.
"It's alright. Although I sealed his divine power, his constitution is still that of a god. He won't die so easily,"
Ba assured him.
"Then continue,"
Yang Yan chuckled.
"Get up."
A torture expert casually took out a long whip covered in barbs and dipped it in a strange liquid. The whip immediately doubled in thickness. In the expert's hands, the whip was like a venomous snake, each lash landing precisely on Ashura's back, leaving beautiful welts on his snow-white skin. These torture experts were clearly professionals; each lash struck a different spot, specifically targeting the softest flesh on his back, causing Ashura to howl in agony.
"Stop hitting me... I confess..."
Ashura had never been treated like this before, and he was instantly terrified of Yang Yan, a man who looked no different from an ordinary person.
"Indian bastards have no backbone. They confess so easily. What a waste,"
Yang Yan said with a regretful expression.
"It's alright, Master. We can torture this Indian boy properly first. The more we torture him, the more readily he'll confess."
The torture expert revealed a bloodthirsty smile. That devilish smile and cruel words made Ashura feel as if he had encountered the most terrifying demon king.
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I'll confess! I'll tell you everything honestly..."
Ashura cried out in terror.
"Coward..."
The torture expert casually lashed Ashura with a whip, making him scream like a pig being slaughtered. At this moment, Ashura had lost all the imposing aura of a celestial war god he once possessed; he was even weaker than an ordinary person.
"Tell me everything you know first. If I'm not satisfied, these twelve men can definitely make you feel comfortable."
Yang Yan said with a slight smile. Ashura watched these twelve men with ferocious smiles as they manipulated those terrifying-looking torture instruments, his fear amplified infinitely.
Chapter 127: The Appearance of the Asura King
- The Unknown is the Most Terrifying. When you are completely unaware of a terrible thing that might happen to you, the terrifying imagination that arises from the depths of your heart can utterly torment your nerves. Conversely, when you already know something, even if you know it will bring you a terrible experience, your fear will be much less than when facing a completely unknown horror.
Looking at so many unknown torture instruments before him, Ashura's mind involuntarily began to imagine each instrument being used on him. He thought about how strange the design of this instrument was, how it must be used, and how it might be used in even more horrific ways.
At this moment, Ashura realized that the most terrifying thing in the world was not injury or even death in battle, but rather the torture instruments developed by masters of torture to torment their own kind. These things could infinitely amplify human suffering, making them comparable to hell itself.
Under the relentless questioning of the interrogation masters, Ashura answered Yang Yan's questions repeatedly. The twelve masters took turns, bombarding Ashura with various questions. Sometimes, they would suddenly turn back and ask Ashura questions he had just answered. If they found even the slightest discrepancy, they would immediately pull out a strange instrument of torture to make Ashura experience what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death.
After enduring this ordeal more than ten times, Ashura finally began to answer the questions honestly, not daring to overlook even the slightest doubt.
"Brahma..."
Yang Yan's gaze locked onto the west, to the ancient land of India, a land with a thousand-year-old civilization. All the conspiracies were orchestrated by Brahma, the chief god of India. Brahma had sent the eight classes of Indian gods to create chaos in China. A murderous glint flashed in Yang Yan's eyes.
"Alright, you've had enough fun. Hurry up and deal with this guy,"
Ba said to Athena, noticing Yang Yan's bad mood.
"Yes."
Athena, increasingly adept at the fight, had become quite accustomed to this method of combat using pure divine power. Under her onslaught, the Yaksha King, the foremost god of war in Hinduism, was covered in wounds and utterly battered.
Upon receiving the order from the demon, Athena responded, and the power of her divine spear suddenly increased several times over. Simultaneously, a vast divine might erupted from Athena's body, locking onto the Yaksha King. Instantly, the Yaksha King was completely immobilized by Athena's divine power, unable to move an inch. Athena's divine spear felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; she used one spear to prop up the ground while slowly thrusting the other towards the completely paralyzed Yaksha King.
This wasn't Athena intentionally stalling for time; rather, to slay a god, one needed to unleash power far greater than the god to be killed. To gather such immense divine power, Athena could only slow her movements.
"Damn it, if you don't come out soon, you'll be collecting our corpses..."
Seeing the spear that could completely obliterate him less than a meter away, the Yaksha King finally roared in fury.
"Useless indeed. You still don't understand the path to victory. How can someone like you be called the Yaksha King?"
A tall man, dressed entirely in white robes with long, flowing white hair, slowly emerged from the shadows.
"Who are you?"
Athena, currently focused on eliminating the Yaksha King, had no time to spare and could only ask.
"Judging from his striking resemblance to this transvestite, this guy must be the Asura King."
Before the white-haired man could speak, Yang Yan coldly snorted.
"That's right, I am the Asura King. Now, can you release the Yaksha King and my son?"
the Asura King said coldly, seemingly with an air of self-righteousness.
"Another arrogant fool. Are all the Asuras brainless idiots?"
Yang Yan showed no respect for the Asura King, speaking coldly.
"I'll say it one last time, release them."
A hint of anger flashed in the Asura King's eyes as he coldly said.
"Idiot."
Yang Yan looked at the Asura King as if he were a fool.
"Since that's the case, none of you need to exist in this world anymore."
A terrifying energy, many times stronger than that of Ashura and Yaksha King, erupted from Ashura King's body, turning his white hair red.
"Try it."
Yang Yan smiled slightly, seemingly still not taking Ashura King seriously.
"Die..."
Seeing Ashura King preparing to fight, Athena suddenly took a deep breath, her divine spear thrusting out faster and faster, clearly intending to eliminate Yaksha King before Ashura King could intervene.
"Asura Sword, come!"
Ashura King roared, reaching out to grab the seven-colored longsword that Ashura had accidentally dropped to the ground, which bounced up and landed in Ashura King's hand. Ashura King let out a long howl, and the seven-colored longsword in his hand transformed into a rainbow, shooting directly towards Athena, who was preparing to eliminate Yaksha King.
"Get back here."
Ba shouted coldly, his body blurring as he appeared between Ashura King and Athena, reaching out to grab Ashura King's seven-colored longsword.
"Not good!"
Ba suddenly realized that the seven-colored sword she was holding had no power whatsoever, and even the figure of the Asura King was becoming blurry. Ba let out a cold shout and reached behind her. A violent collision resounded as the Asura King's sword, which had suddenly appeared before Athena, clashed with the divine spear in Athena's hand. The immense force sent all three flying. The unfortunate Yaksha King, though freed from Athena's grasp, crashed into Ba's outstretched hand. That tiny hand, as strong as a Vajra, grabbed Yaksha King's arm, and Yaksha King immediately felt as if his arm were a small wooden stick clamped in a vise. With a flick of Ba's wrist, Yaksha King's arm detached from his body, and with a spray of blood, Yaksha King was flung towards the Asura King.
"You demon..."
The Asura King caught Yaksha King, seeing him already unconscious from the pain. This little girl, who had broken the powerful Yaksha King's arm with her bare hands, seemed even more terrifying than that woman with divine power.
"Demons? You've killed so many ordinary people, you seem more like demons,"
Yang Yan said with a cold snort. There are so many idiots in this world who take it for granted when they bully those weaker than themselves, but when they encounter an opponent stronger than themselves, they are demons when others bully them. Yang Yan smiled coldly at Asura King's assessment.
"You yin-yang person, I'm angry, I'm going to kill you!"
Ba said coldly to the Asura King. As the God of Zombies, apart from the ancient gods from eight thousand years ago, how could any of the other descendant gods be her match? This time, she was accidentally tricked by the Asura King. More importantly, this happened in front of Yang Yan. What if Yang Yan thought she wasn't strong enough and wouldn't take her out again? Then...
Ba secretly glanced at Yang Yan. She couldn't seem to tell anything from his expression. The more Ba thought about it, the more worried she became. All her boundless anger was directed at the Asura King. As Ba's anger grew, her petite figure gradually grew larger. In the blink of an eye, the mature and beautiful true form of the God of Zombies appeared, and a huge majesty unconsciously burst out from Ba's body.
"This is..."
Athena retreated repeatedly. The fiery aura emanating from Ba's body seemed boundless, completely exceeding Athena's imagination. Perhaps even Gaia, the Earth Mother, could not unleash such immense divine power. Thinking back to the time she had been trained by Ba, if she had known Ba possessed such terrifying strength beforehand, would she still have been able to fight her?
"Who exactly are you?"
King Asura's expression changed drastically. The terrifying aura of Ba had given King Asura a profound shock. This fiery and violent boundless divine power was the strongest realm King Asura had ever pursued. He never imagined that someone in this world could actually achieve this realm. Standing before Ba, King Asura felt an absolute sense of powerlessness, like standing before Brahma or Shiva.
"My name is Ba, the true god of zombies."

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