"Do your best; the Asura God is waiting for you."
The Man in Black Robe laughed aloud and dissolved into a wisp of black smoke.
The Domain didn't vanish—it grew stronger—proof he hadn't left; he wanted to watch tigers fight from the mountain.
Yet the onlookers showed little awe of gods; they simply found the duel between Tang San and Chu Feng interesting.
Both were hundred-ranked Douluo; under the Great Dao's rules their might looked far more down-to-earth.
"An evil god—if this is how you back him, your nature's as rotten as it gets."
Chu Feng's scornful verdict meant Tang San had signed his own death warrant.
But Tang San feared nothing; influenced by Asura, his pride shone brighter than ever.
"Slaughtering the noble class—crime number one for your Spirit Hall."
"Next, massacring the finest Spirit Masters across the land; the two great sects suffered grievous losses—an even heavier sin."
"Whether I embrace Asura or not, I must wipe out your Spirit Hall."
Tang San's speech was slick and high-sounding—classic hypocritical saintliness.
The six remaining Shrek monsters thrilled to every word; their so-called trust in their third brother flared again.
"Honestly, a third brother like this isn't so bad; as long as it gets results, who cares?"
Ma Hongjun's attitude flipped faster than his lecherous habits could disgust.
Oscar rallied too, ready to back Tang San with what he believed was the finest food system Spirit.
Seeing Shrek stand united, Qian Renxue muttered, "If that's the case, Spirit Hall didn't kill those people Tang San mentioned for nothing."
"You—"
Ning Rongrong ground her molars, hatred for Spirit Hall easy to ignite.
With the picture clear, Chu Feng said coolly, "So many commoners dead by Asura—and you help the tyrant. Come, cur Tang."
Chu Feng wasted no more words; he always let actions speak.
Tang San wasn't used to battle so abruptly, but he had to answer the call.
Because—boom!
In haste Tang San caught Chu Feng's fist, barely keeping his spirit power from flipping end over end.
"Is that all?"
Chu Feng looked light as breeze; a simple probe had gauged Tang San's rough level.
Asura God clearly hadn't granted full support; the Asura divine force inside Tang San was mediocre at best.
"Fourth Spirit Ability – Excite Pink Sausage!"
Oscar acted, producing a Sausage that boosted every attribute twenty percent for a short time.
Thanks to special training, his ability could subtly grant eaters extra traits of the skill.
Once Tang San absorbed it, his Blue Silver Grass flushed red—partial fire-element reinforcement.
"Nice one, Little Ao."
Tang San cheered, then summoned masses of Blue Silver Grass to trap Chu Feng while blazing flames scorched him.
At that point Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, perhaps worried, wanted to help.
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing intercepted them; Shrek's ugly conduct was as alike as ever.
Yet Chu Feng stayed calm: "Fine Spirit Bones and skills you may have, but your use of spirit power is a mess—you're far behind."
"Hmm?"
Tang San couldn't fathom it; he clearly held the upper hand.
Why was Chu Feng so unhurried, as confident as when facing the Man in Black Robe—did he still have a trump card?
But Chu Feng had never shown a Spirit Ability, his spirit power looked average—what else could he rely on?
Bang!
Chu Feng's three-ring sword drifted out; a casual wave released a shower of rain.
Naturally this wasn't a sword skill—just Chu Feng's immortal qi shaping droplets.
The rain was no common thing; apart from divine flames above Samadhi True Fire, it doused everything else easily.
Chu Feng flicked several sword arcs, and the chaotic Blue Silver Grass melted away completely.
The whole sequence flowed like water, seemingly placid yet superbly effective.
Tang San tried to close in for a fiercer assault, but a careless brush with sword qi flung him from the air back to the ground.
Ma Hongjun activated his still-forming Spirit for a short glide and caught Tang San, his own face ghost-pale.
Unwilling to concede, Tang San sprang up the moment he landed, image intact.
"This power's freakish—suppressing a hundred-ranked Douluo to this level," Ma Hongjun raged.
"More than that—his spirit power seems overbearing, yet looks so gentle," Dai Mubai couldn't stay calm either.
Shrek's lot exchanged blank, helpless glances.
But even more incredible: the audience in the stands temporarily returned to normal, bathing in the rain as if receiving sweet dew.
First they stared in panic at the corpse piles, then calmly fixed their killing intent—thanks to the Asura Domain—on Tang San and Chu Feng.
That only aided Tang San, concentrating murderous intent to boost his attack—should he dare harvest those innocent heads.
Boom!
Several purple-gold crates clanged to the ground—prizes prepared for the tournament.
Bibi Dong's brows knitted; she realized why the Elders had gone silent—likely they'd met disaster.
"I'm helping you; ask your own heart whether you want godhood and vengeance."
The Asura God hovered unseen beside Tang San, tempting him with honeyed words.
But Tang San needed no temptation—he'd already thought the same.
With the timeline completely twisted, he could sense the resolve he'd felt at certain原作 moments.
So Tang San strode to the purple-gold chests, convinced destiny favored him.
Without hesitation he claimed the windfall—unearned, yet taken with a clear conscience.
A thirty-thousand-spirit power red treasure: the Genuine-Silver Staff, gleaming silver and shockingly mighty.
A casual swing tilted the whole arena; with Asura divine force he accidentally wiped out some spectators.
Next came the fifty-thousand-spirit power red treasure: Eight-Ridge Bright-Silver Hammers—top Investiture artifacts. Two round heavy hammers paired with his Clear Sky Hammer would send power soaring.
Plus a hefty pouch of pills landed in his pocket.
Chu Feng had half expected it: items from his Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land wedding-dressed Tang San. Karma played a slick game; under the investiture of the gods system nothing was certain. Chu Feng faced not only the original World but also this cursed Heavenly Dao.
No matter—to Chu Feng a million spirit power was still nothing but scrap metal.
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