Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 348 Defeating the Asura God, the Divine Test Doesn't Match Up, the Dragon Emperor's Ninth Test

A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the blood-red palace, the thick air seemingly solidified into a tangible substance.

And standing among them was a tall figure with his back to him.

The man's dark red cloak fluttered even without wind, and his long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

As he slowly turned around, the crimson crystals throughout the palace flickered.

"Yu Xiaolie, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly," the Asura God said softly.

Without wasting any words, Yu Xiaolie directly unleashed the Asura Demon Sword.

"interesting."

"Zheng——"

The tremors produced by the simultaneous appearance of the two demonic swords perfectly overlapped.

The sword in the hands of the Asura God was more ancient, with a lifelike demon statue perched on the hilt, while Yu Xiaolie's sword had a more vibrant killing intent, with blood patterns flowing on the blade as if they were alive.

Without a word, the two figures vanished from their spot in an instant.

"Chong-"

A blinding burst of blood erupted in the center of the main hall.

The moment the two swords clashed, countless tiny arcs of blood-red electricity burst forth, carving marks of varying depths into the surrounding crystal pillars.

Yu Xiaolie felt a numbness in his hand; he truly lived up to his title of Asura God.

Even with his strong physique, the force of the sword still forced him to take half a step back, his boots carving two shallow grooves into the crystal ground.

"Hmm, the killing intent isn't refined enough."

The voice of the Asura God rang in my ears, "You treat it as a weapon, but it treats you as its master."

The next moment, Yu Xiaolie's pupils shrank.

The figure of the Asura God had appeared to his left at some point, and the demonic sword slashed horizontally with a chilling hum.

Yu Xiaolie hastily raised his sword to block, only to see the opponent's sword suddenly turn into a blood mist, which pierced through the block and then solidified again.

"laugh!"

A sharp pain shot through my shoulder.

Yu Xiaolie grunted and rolled away to avoid the pursuing attacks.

When I reached out to touch the wound, the bloodstains on my fingertips seemed to wriggle, as if they were alive and trying to burrow into my skin.

"Watch closely, this is the real Asura Sword Qi."

The Asura God twirled his sword beautifully and continued, "Every drop of blood is an extension of killing intent."

Yu Xiaolie suddenly laughed.

He wiped the blood from his shoulder, letting the lively droplets of blood climb up his fingertips: "Interesting."

Before he finished speaking, he shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

This time, he no longer adhered to sword techniques. The Asura Demon Sword seemed to transform into an arm, each swing leaving a bloody afterimage.

Wherever the sword passed, even the air was cut with tiny black cracks.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The dense clang of metal clashing together formed a continuous sound.

Two figures moved swiftly and agilely within the hall, their swords weaving into an impenetrable net.

Yu Xiaolie's attacks became faster and faster, and with each collision, fine, blood-red shards of crystal flew off the twin swords.

The crystal shards, after landing, took root and sprouted, growing into alluring, blood-red vines.

"Hmm, that's more like it."

A hint of approval flashed in the Asura God's eyes, "But it's still lacking—"

As he spoke, his words came to an abrupt halt.

Yu Xiaolie suddenly changed his move, and the demonic sword stabbed at his throat at a tricky angle.

This sword strike may seem simple, but it contains pure killing intent forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The Asura God had to lean back to avoid it, and several strands of his long silver hair were cut off and scattered in the air.

"it is good!"

The God of Asura laughed loudly, his fighting spirit intensifying. "Again!"

The two swordsmen's swordplay became increasingly fierce.

Yu Xiaolie gradually grasped the essence of the Asura God's moves. Each of the Asura God's sword strikes carried a unique rhythm, as vibrant as a heartbeat.

Unbeknownst to him, the demonic sword in his hand began to resonate, and the demonic statue at the hilt opened its eyes.

"boom!"

Another all-out battle.

This time, Yu Xiaolie didn't retreat even half a step, but instead, the Asura God's cloak was torn open by the sword energy.

Blood mist surged from the crack, but instead of falling to the ground, it lingered between the two, gradually condensing into countless tiny blood-red sword shadows.

"Sword intent takes form."

Yu Xiaolie raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, he seemed to have an epiphany. Images of the hellish killing field, the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the Snow Emperor's last gaze in the far north, Jian Chenxin's sword spirit during their peak duel, and every opponent who had fallen under his sword over the years flashed through his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, the sword energy surrounding him suddenly materialized, condensing into countless blood-red ice crystals. "Go!"

The two men swung their swords at the same time.

The crimson ice crystals collided with the torrent of sword shadows, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire palace shook violently, and ice spikes rained down from the dome, shattering into dust upon contact with the two people's auras.

"The last sword."

The voice of the Asura God pierced through the smoke and dust.

Yu Xiaolie understood and gripped the sword with both hands in front of him.

He could feel the Asura Demon Sword pulsating in his palm, as if it had come to life.

The ancient blood-red patterns on the sword were glowing, like blood vessels awakening.

The two figures charged toward each other like shooting stars.

"Qiang——!"

The moment the two swords clashed, even time seemed to stand still.

The point where the sword tips touched emitted a blinding flash of blood, turning both of their faces crimson.

Yu Xiaolie was confident that this sword strike would slightly outmatch the Asura God and defeat him.

The sword intent and killing intent he condensed were in no way weaker than those of the Asura God.

But at that moment, a huge phantom of the Dragon Emperor suddenly appeared behind Yu Xiaolie, with its golden eyes wide open and its dragon whiskers flying.

A surge of energy flowed into the Asura Demon Sword in Yu Xiaolie's hand.

"This is..." Upon seeing this, the Asura God's pupils involuntarily shrank suddenly.

then--

"Click..."

A faint cracking sound rang out.

A crack appeared at the tip of the demonic sword in the Asura God's hand, and then the entire sword shattered with a bang, turning into countless blood-red light spots.

silence.

Yu Xiaolie maintained his thrusting posture, the tip of his sword only an inch away from the throat of the Asura God.

The phantom of the Dragon Emperor behind him slowly dissipated, but the majesty in his dragon eyes remained.

"Good, good, good, the younger generation is truly formidable."

The Asura God released the sword hilt, letting the broken sword fall to the ground. "I didn't expect you to complete the ninth trial so quickly."

Yu Xiaolie sheathed his sword and pointed it diagonally at the ground. Hearing this, he was taken aback: "Huh? Senior is mistaken. This is the eighth test."

The Asura God's expression froze: "Hmm?"

He raised his hand and summoned a blood-red light screen, which clearly displayed Yu Xiaolie's assessment progress.

When you see the words "Eighth Trial: Slay the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King (Completed); Ninth Trial: Defeat the Previous Asura God (Completed)";
With a wave of his hand, the Asura God unfurled nine beams of light in front of Yu Xiaolie.

The top line of blood-red text was particularly striking:
[Ding, you have completed the eighth trial of Shura, and have been rewarded with 99% Shura God affinity.]

[Reward: Increase the age of all spirit rings by 5000 years or increase the age of a single spirit ring by 50,000 years]

"Huh? Why is it out of sync with the Asura God?" Just as Yu Xiaolie was wondering, the last, always dim light screen suddenly lit up:

[Ding, the Ninth Trial of the Gods: The Dragon's Appearance Returns to One, Awakening the Dragon Emperor's Consciousness]

The two looked at each other, bewildered: "Huh???"

Yu Xiaolie turned around as if sensing something.

The phantom of the Dragon Emperor reappeared at some unknown time, this time even more solid, with the patterns on its scales clearly visible.

The strangest thing was that the majestic dragon's face carried a faint smile.

The Asura God seemed to understand something. "When the Dragon Emperor defeated the Sea God's divine will last time, he used the Asura Demon Sword as a vessel to unleash his power."

As he explained, the Asura God circled the illusory figure, examining it closely. "From that time on, it interfered with your divine trials, subtly influencing your path to godhood. The Asura God's trials are complete, but it has added an extra test for you."

Yu Xiaolie reached out and touched the illusory image, feeling the real scales on his fingertips.

The Dragon Emperor lowered his head, his golden eyes reflecting his own image. His gaze was both familiar and strange, as if he were looking at another version of himself.

"interesting."

The Asura God suddenly laughed and tossed the broken sword hilt fragment in his hand to Yu Xiaolie, "Now that you have completed my test, this sword is officially handed over to you."

The fragment melted the moment it touched Yu Xiaolie, merging with the Asura Demon Sword in his hand.

The demon statue at the sword hilt suddenly came to life and rubbed against his fingers.

"As for your path to godhood..."

The Asura God looked at the man, then at the dragon, and winked mischievously, "Hurry up."

Ironically, Yu Xiaolie listened to the words of the Asura God with the same tone as the working class in his previous life who was in a hurry to hand over their shift.

Before he could finish speaking, his figure had already turned into a cloud of blood mist, leaving only a faint echo:
"An heir who brings the Dragon Emperor to participate in the divine examination, how interesting..."

Yu Xiaolie gripped the Asura Demon Sword tightly in his hand and looked up at the outside of the hall.

The illusory image of the Dragon Emperor slowly dissipated behind him, but a wisp of golden dragon energy merged into his brow, leaving a dragon-shaped mark.

(End of this chapter)