Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 139 Ninth Place, Asura Demon Sword? Tang Chen felt aggrieved: I didn't put any effort into my Martial Soul, Asura God!
The city of killing.

Tang San considered it a filthy, filthy place, and once even wished he could destroy it.

But now it has become the last refuge for Tang Chen and Tang San, this down-on-their-luck grandfather and grandson.

Outside the dark and damp passage.

In the dilapidated tavern.

Tang Chen sat in the corner, clutching a glass of murky wine tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the imposing Dark Dragon King in the sky outside the window.

"God-King level Martial Soul... Quasi-God Realm..."

Tang Chen muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and dry.

Looking at Long Lingfei's arrogant demeanor, Tang Chen's eyes flashed with an undisguised envy and jealousy.

Once upon a time, Tang Chen was also a peerless powerhouse who dominated this continent, wielding the Haotian Hammer and sweeping across the world without any rivals.

But now, he is like a stray dog, hiding in this dark and desolate place with his equally wretched great-grandson, barely clinging to life.

Ultimately, it was because of this sky curtain that so many old monsters and powerful figures from another continent suddenly exploded.

They turned the Douluo Continent upside down.

Even his little west lost her life because of it!

He doesn't dare go back to Haotian Sect now, fearing that Wei Tianchen will follow him there and destroy the sect as well.

"Great-grandfather..."

Tang San stood to the side with his head down, his face as pale as paper.

This escape not only exhausted his physical strength, but also nearly destroyed his pride.

Tang Chen took a deep breath and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The spicy liquid rolled down my throat, slightly dispelling the chill in my heart.

Tang Chen turned his head, looked at the dejected Tang San, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Mistress, lift your head up!"
"You are a disciple of the Haotian Sect, a descendant of me, Tang Chen. Has this little setback defeated you?"

Tang San's body trembled, and he slowly raised his head. Although there was still confusion in his eyes, there was also a hint of unwillingness.

Tang Chen snorted coldly, his gaze returning to the sky, a flame of ambition rekindling in his previously cloudy old eyes:
"Envious of Long Lingfei?"

"Hmph, there's absolutely no need for that!"

"His Dark Sacred Dragon is not bad, but before its evolution, it was at best a top-tier beast spirit, not even touching the threshold of godhood."

At this point, Tang Chen slammed his hand on the table, making the wine glass vibrate loudly, his tone carrying an air of unquestionable dominance:

"And my martial spirit is the Asura Demon Sword, personally bestowed upon me by the Asura God!"

That's a true divine artifact, a god-level martial soul that transcends the mortal realm!

"Even Long Lingfei can rank in the top ten and receive such an incredible reward."

My Asura Demon Sword is definitely ranked above his!

"Even... a top-three finish is possible!"

Tang Chen became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see himself standing on the podium, receiving the blessing from the heavens.

"As long as I can get a reward, whether it's improving the quality of my martial soul or being directly granted divine power,..."
Even...give me a divine position..."

Tang Chen's fingers were slightly white from exerting too much force, and his eyes gleamed with greed and desire.

"At that time, Qianlin and the Spirit Hall will all tremble under my sword!"

"Although we are in a sorry state now, as long as we get through this, when the Heavenly Curtain announces my ranking, it will be the day when my grandfather and I turn our lives around!"

As Tang San listened to his great-grandfather's words, his previously gloomy eyes gradually brightened.

Yes, my great-grandfather was a demigod, and was even the successor of the Asura God!
If even someone like Long Lingfei can achieve a God-King level martial soul evolution, then the great-grandfather's reward...

Thinking of this, Tang San clenched his fists, and hope was rekindled in his heart.

"My great-grandfather was right!"

We still have a chance!

Just as Tang Chen was full of confidence.

He had even envisioned in his mind the scene of returning to the peak with the reward of being among the top three, trampling the Spirit Hall underfoot, and punching Wei Tianchen.

Above the sky, the image that originally belonged to the Dark Dragon King slowly faded away.

Immediately afterwards, a monstrous aura of bloodlust instantly stained half the sky crimson. The dense killing intent seemed to pierce through the light barrier, dragging the entire Douluo Continent into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

A massive sword, entirely blood-red and engraved with countless eerie demonic runes, slowly appeared before the world.

The sword seemed to be surrounded by the wails of countless wronged souls; just a glance at it made one feel as if their soul was being torn apart.

Then, that solemn and grand voice rang out again, announcing the winner of ninth place:
[Ranking of the Top Ten Peak Martial Souls Across Two Continents, Number Nine]
[Martial Soul: Asura Demon Sword]

Owner: Tang Chen

[Reason for inclusion: Formed from the divine will of an Asura, its killing aura is unparalleled in the world. It is the key for mortals to touch the realm of gods, possessing the power to judge all living beings.]

"Bang!"

In a corner of the dilapidated tavern, a crisp sound broke the deathly silence.

The wine glass in Tang Chen's hand slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Tang Chen stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

That old face, which had been flushed with excitement, was now filled with astonishment and blankness.

"Ninth place...?"

Tang Chen stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the glaring number on the screen, his voice trembling so much it almost cracked:
"How could he only be ninth?!"

"This is the Asura Demon Sword!"
It is a divine-level martial soul bestowed by the God of Asura!
It is an existence surpassing even the Clear Sky Hammer!

"It's one thing for Long Lingfei's Dark Holy Dragon to rank tenth, but how could my Asura Demon Sword be only one place higher?!"

Tang Chen felt a tightness in his chest, and an indescribable sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

He originally thought that this sword could at least be in the top three, or even challenge for the top spot.

But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

"Ninth place...that means there are eight more terrifying martial souls above me?"

Tang Chen slumped into a chair, burying his face in his hands. The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he muttered to himself:
"Who are these top eight...?"

“That Wei Tianchen… yes, the Wei Tianchen who defeated me, his Annihilation Dragon Halberd must be on it.”

That kid's martial spirit is indeed strange, its power is astonishing, ranking ahead of mine, I accept that."

"But... besides Wei Tianchen, are there seven other martial souls in this world that are even more powerful than the Asura Demon Sword?"

"How can this be?

When did the Douluo Continent become so full of hidden talents?

Tang Chen was completely baffled, and his pride was shattered at that moment.

His divinely bestowed martial soul, which he was so proud of, barely made it into the top ten in the Sky Curtain's evaluation system.

Just as Tang Chen was falling into deep self-doubt.

A cold, authoritative, yet somewhat nonchalant voice suddenly resounded from the depths of his spiritual sea:
"Hmph, what's the big deal?"

Tang Chen trembled and quickly said respectfully in his heart:

"Lord Asura God?"

"You...you saw it too?"

The Asura God spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

“I see.

Ninth place, that's about average.

"Tang Chen, don't feel wronged."

The Asura Divine Sense paused for a moment, then explained with a hint of languor:
"It is true that your Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul was indeed a reward bestowed upon you by me after you passed the eighth trial of the Slaughter City."

"But you must know that it is merely a projection that I casually conjured, not the actual Asura Demon Sword in my hand."

"Back then, I was busy with affairs in the God Realm, and when I condensed this Martial Soul to bestow upon you..."

Cough cough, I really didn't put much thought into it, it was just something I made up on the spot.
It probably only contains one ten-thousandth of the essence of my original divine artifact.

"In terms of quality, it is indeed the strongest below the god level."
However, if ranked ninth among all the divine martial souls on Douluo Star, it wouldn't be unfair.

Upon hearing this, Tang Chen's lips twitched violently a few times.

Didn't you put in much effort?
Made up on the spot?
So, in the eyes of the gods, their prized possession, was nothing more than a worthless defective item to be casually discarded like a beggar?!
(The second installment of a belated Christmas gift)
(End of this chapter)