Even after hearing Asura God's words, Ashwatthama did not stop. He swung the wheel blade down at Asura God.
"Ha. Are you trying to run from battle?"
This time, Asura God ignored Ashwatthama. He turned and rushed toward Wu Ling below. He knew Wu Ling had many existences like Ashwatthama, and some among them made even him feel dread. So he would seize the king first.
Ashwatthama, whose attack had been avoided, tried to chase Asura God again in fury. But halfway there, someone holding a scepter suddenly appeared and blocked his path.
The newcomer wore a large purple cloak. Beneath it was a man who looked to be in his thirties. His short dark red hair stood up like steel needles. Red light flashed in his eyes, and his face was strikingly handsome. Behind him, a nine ringed purple black halo revealed his identity. He was one of the five god kings of the Divine Realm, the God of Destruction.
"To be honest, I did not believe Asura God at first, and I have no desire to obey his orders. But I must admit, your existence has given me quite a surprise."
Even he, one of the primordial gods who had lived for an unknown number of years, felt desire burn before energy of such high quality, let alone Sea God, who had ascended from a human into a god.
Ashwatthama was angry, not mindless. He had heard what Asura God said just now. Then he met a person carrying power similar to his own. Of course he understood that he had been treated as prey.
Flames suddenly erupted from Ashwatthama, who laughed from the peak of his fury. Supported by Wu Ling's energy, he completed two consecutive Saint Graph ascensions in front of everyone.
"If you want to treat me as prey, then you need the strength to do it. Come on. Come on. Come on. I will tear you apart!"
Facing the ascended Ashwatthama, the God of Destruction frowned, and a hint of gravity appeared in his expression. Destructive divine power condensed in front of him and met the incoming Ashwatthama head on.
It was not only the God of Destruction and Poseidon. The other three god kings hidden in the void were also looking down at the battlefield with surprise.
"It seems Asura God was right this time," the God of Evil said solemnly. "I also sense deep malice from the place where that human stands. Although it is not as vast as back then, it cannot be underestimated."
He had not lost his head because the power came from the same source as his own. He understood that when power at this level appeared once or twice, it could be explained as coincidence. If it appeared too many times, then it meant this world's coordinates might have been noticed by certain existences.
The Life Goddess and the Goddess of Goodness were the only two female god kings among the five. Their minds were sharp, and they also thought of that possibility. For a time, worry covered both their faces.
The Life Goddess lowered her eyes and looked down.
"I also sense a breath of nature and life below. This is astonishing. If every one of these people is as strong as Asura God said, then we do not even need to speak of the future. With only them, the structure of the Divine Realm could be overturned."
"Oh? Overturning the Divine Realm? That sounds rather interesting."
A voice suddenly rang out.
The three gods looked over, alarmed. What entered their eyes was a massive greatsword made from countless chainlike teeth. The sword carried a terrifying aura of violence as a humanoid woman over three meters tall swung it down at them.
The three dodged in haste. It was not exactly embarrassing, but it was not easy either, because when that greatsword approached, they sensed a special aura within its sword pressure.
That aura did not possess the direct aggression of destructive divine power or evil divine power. Instead, it felt like a maggot clinging to bone. It was the impurity from Ibuki Douji's fingertips. The three god kings had never seen it before, but instinctively avoided it.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. You are all strong enough to make this enjoyable. Then the three of us will do as Master said and take one each. This is a rare fight."
As soon as Ibuki Douji finished speaking, two figures appeared beside her. One was Karna, the Hero of Charity. The other was Artoria, wearing an evening dress.
"Do not forget Master's order," Karna reminded her from the side.
Ibuki Douji smiled and waved a hand. "Relax, relax. I will not forget."
Unlike the casual atmosphere around Ibuki Douji's group, the three Soul Land gods grew increasingly grave. They had not expected powerful enemies of this level to appear one after another. The situation seemed to be moving in a dangerous direction.
On Asura God's side, he had already arrived above Wu Ling's courtyard. Looking at Wu Ling, who was lying easily on a chair in the courtyard, Asura God's cold face filled with displeasure and killing intent.
He had already reached Wu Ling's doorstep, yet Wu Ling did not even rise to be on guard. That disregard was the greatest insult.
"Ah. If it is not Asura God. Did you come here to... die?"
Wu Ling, who had been lying in the courtyard chair a moment earlier, appeared behind Asura God in a flash. A plain, unadorned sword strike cut toward Asura God's neck. Wu Ling had only one target: decapitation.
Clang.
A violent collision rang out. Only then did it become clear that Asura God had blocked Wu Ling's slash at the final instant.
Wu Ling lifted an eyebrow and pulled away from Asura God in mild surprise.
"You seem to have prepared a rear defense ahead of time."
That sword just now had looked plain, but its concealment and speed were so extreme that even a Ruler would only react after being cut.
"Hmph. We are old opponents. The moment you vanished, I knew where you would appear."
Hearing Asura God, Wu Ling immediately understood what he meant. Asura God had not sensed Wu Ling's attack. Rather, whether against Tang Hao or Tang Chen, whether from an advantage or a disadvantage, whenever Wu Ling used this greatsword to cut someone, he always attacked from behind. That had given Asura God an instinct: if Wu Ling vanished, defend the back. That instinct let him block Wu Ling's strike just now.
Wu Ling also realized that a small habit of his had leaked combat information. But he did not care. He specialized in cutting from behind because he was an Assassin. Even an Assassin like First Hassan, who could slaughter his way across a battlefield, was still an Assassin. So he retained that habit. But one thing had to be understood: it was not absolute.
"Enough talk. Asura Domain. Asura Sword. Die, boy!"
At once, red divine power poured from Asura God like a tide. With a boom, enormous pressure crashed onto Wu Ling.
Wu Ling silently drew a second sword, a cyan green double-edged blade.