Martial God Asura

Chapter 6089: Your Daddy Wang Qiang Will Be Walloping You Today

“Is this the rising star of the Divine Body Heavenly Mansion, Wang Qiang?”

Chu Feng’s reputation flew through the roof in the Nine Heavens’ Zenith, but other notable individuals had their names remembered too. Wang Qiang was one of those who had left a memorable impression.

Many people learned that Chu Feng had a brother with so-so looks and a terrible fashion sense but extraordinary strength.

“Wang Qiang, right? Did you come here to suffer in Chu Feng’s place?” Baili Zilin asked.

“My brother is a busy man and has no time to d-d-deal with small fry like you, but I happen to be rather free. Since I-I-I have nothing better to do, I thought I might as well come here to put you in place!” Wang Qiang said as he slowly walked in mid-air to the dueling ring.

The crowd parted to let him pass.

But Baili Zilin waved his hand and said, “Leave. You aren’t worthy of fighting me.”

“Oh?” Wang Qiang narrowed his eyes, revealing an unreadable smile.

He suddenly vanished into thin air, only to appear on the dueling ring with a loud explosion. Shockwaves burst forth together with a powerful aura.

All the True God level cultivators were taken aback, for Wang Qiang’s aura had reached rank one True God level.

Wang Qiang hurled a punch at Baili Zilin, but the latter dodged the attack with a simple head tilt.

This clash proved that both Wang Qiang and Baili Zilin had reached True God level, but it was unheard of for a junior to reach True God level!

“You have reached True God level?”

Baili Zilin stared at Wang Qiang in surprise, but he wasn’t flustered. Instead, his lips curled up in excitement.

Wang Qiang surprisingly chose to take a step back instead of continuing his assault.

“I-I-I didn’t just advance to True God level. Apologize now, and I-I-I’ll consider sparing you from a beating,” Wang Qiang replied.

“How uncouth. You need to be taught a lesson,” Baili Zilin said.

“Are you teaching your daddy a lesson now? S-s-sure! Come and t-t-teach your daddy a lesson. It’d be best if you c-c-can beat me to death!” Wang Qiang grinned.

The crowd thought that he was being too arrogant, but no one said anything about it. A rank one True God level cultivator had the right to act arrogantly.

“You’re a repulsive person. Very well, I shall satisfy you!”

Baili Zilin thrust his palm toward Wang Qiang’s face, and the latter easily dodged it by taking a step back.

“Are you a youngster living in an old man’s body? Why are your movements so s-s-slow? Just so you know, that wasn’t a stutter. I did it on purpose,” Wang Qiang cast his gaze at the crowd as he said those words.

Baili Zilin was stunned, but he didn’t answer.

He continued attacking Wang Qiang, but none of it connected. Wang Qiang was dodging it all.

“Zilin, t-t-tell me the truth. You aren’t from the Netherworld Sect, are you?” Wang Qiang’s words baffled the crowd till his next sentence. “You must be from the Tortoise Sect. How else are you so s-s-slow?”

“That bastard! Isn’t he a stutterer? Why is so smooth with his insults?”

The Netherworld Sectmembers clenched their teeth. Other than those from the conservative faction, the Netherworld Sectmembers held Baili Zilin in high regard.

Baili Zilin appeared relaxed, but the subtle changes in his expression hinted that he was angry. He could shrug off lies, but he couldn’t ignore truths, and it was the truth that he was unable to hit Wang Qiang. He hadn’t expected Wang Qiang to be so strong.

At this rate, his reputation might crumble.

A black aura quietly seeped out his body, raising his cultivation from rank one to rank two True God level, before hurling out a punch that was several times faster than before. To catch Wang Qiang off guard, he even concealed his aura.

But the punch fell empty again. Instead, Baili Zilin was struck in the face and sent flying.

Wang Qiang had dodged the punch and counterattacked with a God Armament black saber. More importantly, his cultivation had risen to rank two True God level too!

“P-p-playing tricks with your daddy? Zilin, you’re a m-m-million years too young!” Wang Qiang eyed Baili Zilin in disdain.

Baili Zilin was raging inside.

Not only had Wang Qiang seen through his ploy, but that earlier attack could have dealt grievous injuries to him too if Wang Qiang hadn’t held back.

Baili Zilin knew that Wang Qiang didn’t go easy on him out of the kindness of his heart; the latter was insulting him!

Boom!

A powerful aura suddenly burst forth, prompting Wang Qiang to hurriedly back off.

Baili Zilin emerged from the aura with a God Armament sword in hand. He was shrouded in a black aura and a red aura, which, despite looking eerie, complemented his robe well.

Baili Zilin’s cultivation further rose to rank three True God level.

Even so, Wang Qiang remained calm.

“Come here and wallop your daddy. Your daddy is begging you for it!” Wang Qiang gestured as if he was toying with a dog.

Baili Zilin charged at Wang Qiang with his God Armament sword.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Shockwaves rippled outward like giant blooming lotuses in the sky.

The weaker ones couldn’t see anything, but those who were at rank three True God level and above were dumbfounded.

Baili Zilin and Wang Qiang were no longer dodging; they were confronting each other with their God Armaments, but neither was able to hurt the other.

Wang Qiang’s cultivation had risen to rank three True God level too!

“They can raise their cultivation by two ranks in True God level?”

Those from the older generation were conflicted. By their common sense, it would have been difficult to find a True God level cultivator who could raise their cultivation by a rank, let alone two. Most True God level cultivators couldn’t even raise their cultivation at all.

GRAR!

The ferocious tiger’s roar rippled from the dueling ring, inducing panic in not just the juniors but the older cultivators too. The roar was so terrifying that it couldn’t have come from any ordinary monstrous beast.

The crowd took a closer look and saw a dark, four-colored aura shrouding Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang reached out, grabbed Baili Zilin’s head, and rammed it against the dueling ring.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Blood flowed profusely down Baili Zilin’s head.

But Wang Qiang had no intention of letting things rest just yet. He continued ramming Baili Zilin’s head against the dueling ring while cursing, “You u-u-unfilial son! You’re nothing but a burden to the world. I have already b-b-begged you to beat me down, but you can’t even do it! Y-y-your mum regrets giving birth to a child like you!”

The spectating crowd was flabbergasted.

They were not shocked by Wang Qiang’s violence but his cultivation. His cultivation was at rank four True God level!