Martial God Asura

Thousands of figures appeared in the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s palace. They were all juniors.

One of them was three meters tall. It would be a stretch to call him suave, but he had a masculine face that drew attention. His name was Ouyang Lingyu.

“Ouyang Kuangfei lost to Chu Feng and an unknown lady?” Ouyang Lingyu asked the old man.

“Mm.” The old man nodded.

“He’s a disgrace to our Ouyang Heavenly Clan!”

He made his way toward the Immemorial Massacre Sea, and the thousands of juniors followed him.

“Lingyu, are you sure you want to go?” the old man asked.

“I have endured suffering for this day. I shall reclaim the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s honor!” Ouyang Lingyu said.

The old man decided not to say anything more. He watched as thousands of Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s juniors entered the black vortex.

… “Chu Feng, stop saying you’re fine. What’s going on? Open your eyes and let me take a look!” Eggy exclaimed.

Chu Feng had adamantly kept his eyes closed since entering the black aura torture room.

Eggy was no fool.

She knew Chu Feng was trying to hide the suffering he was going through from her. To not worry her, he even conversed with her now and then. Despite his best attempt at keeping his voice stable, Eggy could still hear him getting increasingly weaker.

By the time Chu Feng opened his eyes, all the torture tools in the torture room had disappeared.

“Eggy, I’ve done it.”

Chu Feng tried his best to smile, but his facial muscles refused to obey his command, causing his smile to look stiff. He appeared to be unharmed, but his eyes were vacuous. Only he knew what kind of torture he had just been through.

Looking at the now-empty walls of the torture room, Eggy couldn’t bring herself to smile. She immediately understood why those tools had vanished.

Hu!

Before she could get melancholic, the walls of the torture room collapsed into a black aura that swirled swiftly around Chu Feng. It was as if he was in the eye of a hurricane. Р

By the time the black aura fully dissipated, Chu Feng’s surroundings had changed. He was no longer on the seventh step but in the middle of a vast realm.

He was standing in the middle of a plain. To his left was a dense forest, to his right was a massive mountain range, and to his back was an ocean.

To his relief, all three pearls were still around, and they were not too far away from him.

But Chu Feng couldn’t move. He could only turn his head to survey his surroundings.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous clap in the sky.

The ground shook and the clear day was suddenly enveloped by darkness.

Black clouds crackling with lightning had rolled in.

The lightning soon descended. It started zapping the realm’s outer perimeter, and the bolts grew more and more numerous until it was raining down like a torrent.

The mountain range and forest were leveled. Even the boundless ocean was vaporized.

Like an army of cavalrymen, the terrifying lightning bolts were charging in the same direction, toward Chu Feng.

“Chu Feng, is it still possible to give up now? I’m begging you. Let’s give up now,” Eggy pleaded with a fearful voice.

The usually fearless Eggy was terrified.

Even normal torture tools could inflict unbelievable pain on the now mortal Chu Feng, let alone such devastating power.

“I’m fine, Eggy. Don’t forget I specialize in lightning. That lightning might look terrifying, but it’s nothing compared to what I have in me,” Chu Feng replied with a casual laugh, but he secretly clenched his fist.

He wasn’t sure if he could survive this ordeal.

The lightning soon arrived from all directions, concentrated around Chu Feng.

Faced with the torrential lightning, Chu Feng’s silhouette swiftly disappeared like a single leaf swept inside a raging ocean. Even his screams were masked by the thunderous lightning.

…

Meanwhile, Little Fishy, Long Chengyu, Long Muxi, and the Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s juniors were staring at the entrance of the Immemorial Massacre Sea with worried eyes.

Weng!

All of a sudden, the spirit formation gate beneath vanished.

“Why did it disappear?”

The crowd was flustered.

That was the spirit formation gate Chu Feng and Little Fishy had entered earlier to challenge the trial, and Little Fishy emerged from the same spirit formation gate when she gave up on the trial. How was Chu Feng to return now that the spirit formation gate was gone?

Did this mean something had happened to Chu Feng?

This was the first thought that came to the crowd’s minds.

Boom!

Just then, the fish head entrance creaked open, revealing a seven-step stair.

It resembled the humongous stairs Chu Feng and Little Fishy had challenged earlier, but there was an additional flight of stairs in between each step so that a normal human could walk up to the peak.

But no one paid any heed to that.

A person was standing on the seventh step with his back against them.

“Chu Feng!!!”

“I knew you would be able to do it!”

Resounding cheers echoed. The crowd understood that Chu Feng had cleared the trial.

But Chu Feng suddenly lost strength in his legs and collapsed to the ground.

He was holding a pearl in his hand, but his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his eyes were vacuous. Even his pupils were more dilated than usual. It looked as if he was on the verge of death.

“Chu Feng!!!”

The worried crowd rose to the sky and flew toward the seventh step where Chu Feng was.

Uwa!

Screams of agony suddenly sounded.

The Ouyang Heavenly Clan’s juniors plummeted into the sea, their bodies convulsing so intensely that they couldn’t swim out of the water. It looked like they had suffered grievous damage.

Yet, there was nothing to be seen.

Soon after, Ouyang Kuangfei, Long Chengyu, and Long Muxi plummeted too. They hissed in pain through clenched jaws.

Little Fishy frowned before descending on her own volition.