Douluo Continent: Taking Tang San as a disciple, with a ten-thousand-fold return for teaching him.

Holding the holy sword, the King of Slaughter—or rather, Tang Chen, temporarily freed from his restraints—pointed his sharp, dagger-like eyes at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo's expression was solemn; he could feel the deadly threat emanating from that sword.

He made a fist with both hands, and golden light and soul power gathered wildly around him. A golden longsword made entirely of extreme energy appeared in his hands, with dragon patterns coiled around the blade, exuding an indomitable dragon might.

The next moment, the two of them moved at the same time!

The two figures, one in gold and one in red, collided violently in mid-air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!

The swords clashed, producing a deafening metallic clang. Each collision unleashed blinding bursts of light and terrifying energy storms, causing more and more spatial rifts to spread across the sky like a black spiderweb.

The battle was incredibly fierce. Chen Luo, wielding the golden dragon sword, was locked in a fierce and evenly matched struggle with Tang Chen, who was holding the Asura Holy Sword!

It should be noted that the Asura Holy Sword is a genuine divine artifact, while the golden longsword in Chen Luo's hand is a fusion of an unowned sword and Chen Luo's soul power; the two are simply not on the same level.

The main reason is that Tang Chen has been parasitized by the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King for many years, and his body is far from its peak condition, so the power of the Asura Holy Sword cannot be fully exerted.

Chen Luo's soul power level had already reached level 98, and he also possessed three 100,000-year soul rings and one million-year soul ring. The quality of his soul bones was beyond question, and in terms of overall strength, he had already surpassed Tang Chen.

If Chen Luo were given a divine weapon, the scales of victory would immediately tip in his favor.

As the battle continued, Tang Chen's rising momentum began to slow down, while Chen Luo fought with increasing ferocity, perfectly fusing the power of the Dragon Soul's possession with his own soul power.

"break!"

Chen Luo seized an opportunity, using the Golden Dragon Sword to deflect the Asura Holy Sword at an odd angle, while his other hand gathered the compressed Golden Dragon Energy to the extreme and slammed it hard into Tang Chen's chest!

"puff--"

Tang Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backward, and the Asura Holy Sword in his hand trembled violently, almost slipping from his grasp.

Chen Luo followed closely, unleashing his full dragon might, and grabbed the hilt of the Asura Holy Sword!

A cold, domineering power, filled with endless killing intent and judgment, instantly surged into Chen Luo's body through the sword hilt, attempting to erode his will.

Golden light burst forth from Chen Luo's eyes, and the Asura imprint that had long been planted deep within his soul resonated with it, forcefully suppressing it.

"Om-"

The Asura Holy Sword emitted a piercing sword cry in Chen Luo's hand, but eventually calmed down, its dark red blade forming an eerie harmony with the golden light emanating from Chen Luo.

Chen Luo, holding the Asura Holy Sword, stood suspended in the air, looking down at Tang Chen, whose aura was weakening and who was slowly falling below.

Seventh test, done!

Chen Luo's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in the City of Slaughter.

He reached out and pulled Tang Chen forward, freezing him in mid-air as he fell rapidly, before he finally landed slowly on the ground.

The terrifying pressure that enveloped the city of slaughter gradually dissipated, and the closing spatial rift and the purple moon hanging high in the sky witnessed the end of this divine trial battle.

Chapter 314 The Qualification to Become a God

Chen Luo's gaze fell on the blade of the Asura Holy Sword, and a majestic yet icy voice resounded directly in his mind:

"Seventh Trial of the Asura God, passed! Reward: Asura God affinity increased by 90%, total affinity increased by 90%. Gained the recognition of the Asura Holy Sword and possess the right to use the Asura Holy Sword!"

"The eighth trial of the Nine Trials of the Asura God has begun. Completion conditions: Raise your soul power level to level 99 and collect all the soul bones in your body. Time limit: three years."

A surge of powerful divine energy flowed into his body, establishing a mysterious connection with the dark red holy sword. Chen Luo could feel that he had begun to wield this divine weapon.

At the same time, the content of the eighth test made his gaze slightly narrow. Level 99 and the soul bones in the whole body, this is undoubtedly the only way to the peak. Three years is enough time.

He composed himself and focused his gaze on Tang Chen in front of him.

Tang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, with a clear wound on his chest, the flesh and blood were mangled, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak.

However, Tang Chen was ultimately a level 99 Peerless Douluo, whose physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, and Chen Luo stopped at the last moment, avoiding a fatal blow.

Although Tang Chen was weak at this moment, he was not in mortal danger and was trying his best to regulate his breathing and stabilize his injuries with his profound soul power.

At this moment, Liu Erlong also rushed over. She first glanced warily at Tang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, and then quickly walked to Chen Luo's side, looking him up and down with concern: "Xiao Gang, are you alright? Are you hurt? The commotion up there was terrifying."

Chen Luo gave her a reassuring smile and gently took her hand: "Don't worry, it's over. I won."

Liu Erlong finally breathed a long sigh of relief, his face beaming with joy and pride.

Chen Luo said no more and simply stayed quietly by Tang Chen's side.

Liu Erlong stood obediently beside him, remaining silent.

With a thought, Chen Luo unleashed a layer of pale golden light that spread outwards from them, enveloping an area of ​​about a thousand meters in radius, isolating them from all outside prying eyes and dangers, leaving only a relatively peaceful space.

Time passed slowly, and the Killing City seemed to have fallen into a temporary silence due to the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

After a long while, Tang Chen's tightly closed eyes finally trembled and slowly opened.

The bloodshot in his eyes had long since faded, leaving only a deep and weary look after years of hardship.

He tried to move, and although his breathing was still weak, his injuries had obviously stabilized.

He struggled to stand up, and Chen Luo stepped forward to help him.

Tang Chen stopped and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute to Chen Luo. Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of sincerity: "Thank you, Your Excellency... for your mercy and for sparing my life. I will remember this kindness forever."

He raised his head, looking at his much younger opponent, his eyes filled with complex emotions—shock, admiration, and a hint of relief: "Your strength is earth-shattering; Tang Chen is ashamed of his inferiority. Congratulations on gaining the approval of the Asura God."

Chen Luo nodded slightly, his attitude calm: "Senior, you flatter me. It was just a fluke."

His gaze fell on Tang Chen, with a hint of inquiry that was just right: "Senior, if I may be frank, you seem to have a deep connection with this Asura Holy Sword, but why did you become like that before?"

Upon hearing this, a bittersweet expression crossed Tang Chen's face. He sighed and said, "To my shame... I am not the true master of the Asura Holy Sword. I only came very close, but ultimately failed and did not gain its full recognition."

He was lost in memories and slowly said, "Back then, for the sake of a promise, I embarked on the path to becoming a god."

There are only two paths to becoming a god: accumulating faith to become a god in the flesh or inheriting a divine position.

The former would take at least a thousand years, and I couldn't wait that long, so I chose the latter.

After overcoming countless hardships, I finally sensed the aura of the Asura God in this city of slaughter and qualified for the divine examination.

"The previous tests, though fraught with danger, went relatively smoothly."

Until... the eighth exam.

Tang Chen's voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible pain: "At the crucial moment of the assessment, I was corrupted by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God, my mind was lost, and I fell into a state of confusion..."

Ultimately, the blood-red nine-headed bat king seized the opportunity to invade its body, parasitizing it and turning it into a puppet that only knew how to kill—the Slaughter King you saw earlier.

Tang Chen then explained, "The Asura God and the Rakshasa God are both gods of evil thoughts, and they restrain each other."

This city of slaughter was originally a relic left by the Asura God, but it was secretly corrupted by the Rakshasa God, causing pure slaughter to be mixed with evil thoughts.

I was corrupted by evil thoughts, and failed to take the final step of the eighth test.

Tang Chen looked at Chen Luo again, his eyes filled with gratitude: "I must thank you again."

If it weren't for this desperate battle that pushed me to the brink and awakened my last shred of clarity, I would probably have succumbed to endless slaughter and evil thoughts until my death, ultimately becoming nothing more than a vessel for that beast.

Chen Luo understood immediately; he was aware of Tang Chen's past. He remained outwardly calm and asked with concern, "So, what about your health now, Senior..."

Tang Chen waved his hand, his smile somewhat desolate: "This body has been parasitized and eroded by that bat for many years, and it is already riddled with holes and its foundation is damaged."

Although his life is not in immediate danger, becoming a god in this lifetime... is now hopeless.

That promise… I was ultimately unable to fulfill it.

As he spoke, Tang Chen's eyes were filled with regret and desolation.

Chen Luo looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke softly: "Perhaps, what you have been holding onto for so many years is not just a promise that can only be fulfilled by becoming a god... but a long-awaited answer?"

Tang Chen was taken aback at first, then shook his head with a wry smile: "You don't understand, that was an agreement between her and me..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, as if struck by lightning, and froze on the spot.

Poseidon's words from back then seemed to echo in my ears again: "Whoever can break through level 100 and become a god, I will accept their feelings."

As the chief priest of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu was destined to never become a god!

The only possibility... the answer is already self-evident!

Tang Chen suddenly looked up, staring at Chen Luo in shock, her voice trembling slightly: "You... how did you know..."

Chen Luo looked completely bewildered and explained aptly, "Senior, I don't know what your specific promise is."

But I can sense that it has become your deepest obsession.

Because of my own stubbornness, I almost missed out on the most important person in my life.

As he spoke, he looked affectionately at Liu Erlong beside him and held her hand tightly.

Liu Erlong felt the affection in his gaze, her face flushed, and she lowered her head shyly, but a happy smile appeared on her lips.

Seeing this scene, and recalling Chen Luo's words, "the long-awaited answer," the shock and confusion in Tang Chen's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sudden enlightenment and deep emotion.

He let out a long breath, a relieved yet self-deprecating smile on his face.

"I understand now... It turns out I've been trapping myself for so many years..."

"I'm going to find her!"

Chen Luo smiled and reminded him, "Senior, your current condition is not suitable for going out to find people. You need to rest and recuperate."

Tang Chen nodded slightly: "Yes, there are still many things to arrange and resolve here."

Chapter 315 I'll Take You Back (1)

Chen Luo and Liu Erlong were led by Tang Chen to a hall deep within the City of Slaughter that had never been open to outsiders.

Unlike the perpetual darkness and bloodshed outside, this hall was brightly lit at this moment.

The towering dome was inlaid with strange gems that emitted a soft white light, illuminating the interior of the hall as bright as day.

The walls were cast from some kind of dark metal, engraved with ancient and abstract patterns, faintly shimmering with an energy glow, giving them a solemn and dignified appearance.

The chilling and evil aura that once lingered here seemed to have largely dissipated as its owner regained consciousness.

As the two were observing the strange environment, the space in front of them rippled slightly, and Tang Chen's figure quietly appeared.

He changed into a clean, dark robe. Although his face was still pale from the injury, he was in much better spirits, with clear eyes and a steady gait.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Tang Chen's voice was gentle, with a hint of apology.

Chen Luo smiled and replied, "You're too kind, senior. Has everything been taken care of?"