232: Chapter 232 Unprecedented Wealth

"Holy shit!" Caught off guard, Lin Bei was sent flying by the immense force.

Not only that, but the two old members of the Zombie Clan standing nearby were also blasted hundreds of miles away, vomiting blood.

"What the hell?" When Lin Bei landed back on the altar, he found that the Asura King was nowhere to be seen.

Standing in the center of the altar now was a hideous monster, most notably possessing eight arms.

"Big Brother! This is the combat form of the Asura Clan!" Zhao Dezhu shouted from not far away. "In this state, their strength increases several times over!"

"Damn it! Another information gap!" Lin Bei was speechless.

He really hadn't known the Asura Clan had such a trick up their sleeves; otherwise, he wouldn't have given the Asura King the chance to transform.

"Hehehe..." The Asura King slowly ascended, his gaze fixed on Lin Bei. "To actually! To actually dare to ambush this old man and make me lose face in front of so many people! I will definitely give you the most painful death possible!"

"Good! Excellent!" In the arena outside, the Second Elder and Third Elder of the Asura Clan let out a long sigh of relief.

"I knew it, the Asura King wouldn't be defeated so easily!"

"Of course, he is our King!"

...

"What do we do? What do we do?" Seeing the situation reverse, the Great Sages of the Evil Ghost clan showed expressions of fear.

Although they also had a grudge against Lin Bei, at least he probably, maybe, perhaps wouldn't kill them, whereas the Asura King was hell-bent on using them for a blood sacrifice!

"Boom!" The pattern that had previously appeared above the altar reappeared in an instant.

Because the Asura King's strength had surged, the blood-colored pattern was also significantly larger.

The suppression and binding force it brought were also much stronger.

Mother Yaksha and the others instantly felt themselves lose control of their bodies again, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Bei tried slightly and frowned. "With this old thing's current strength added to the altar's amplification, the binding force is already infinitely close to the Emperor Level..."

"It's a pity, it still won't kill me! Then I won't waste any more time!"

"Everything was destined!" The Asura King stood in the air, looking down at everyone on the altar. "Originally, this old man was worried that blood sacrificing this bunch of trash wouldn't be enough for me to achieve a Breakthrough, but now I don't need to worry!"

"Asura Blood Sacrifice, open once again!" He roared madly, filled with excitement.

Suddenly, the large character that was extremely familiar to him appeared before his eyes again.

It was the character "Moral"!

"What the hell are you barking about?"

Facing the hundred-foot-tall Asura King in his combat form, the moral seal in Lin Bei's hand also transformed into nearly a hundred feet and smashed down directly on his head.

"You..." The Asura King looked as if he had seen a ghost. "What exactly is your strength!? Could you be a Great Emperor? Ah..."

After the scream, the eight sturdy arms were suddenly reduced to only six.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..." After dozens of violent strikes, the Asura King was once again reduced to a dead dog.

This time, Lin Bei didn't waste any words and activated the moral seal to seal all of his cultivation.

Then, with a mid-air volley kick, the Asura King screamed like a cannonball as he landed on the edge of the altar, exactly where Ren Tiantang had been earlier.

"No!!"

"Old Ancestor!!"

The Second Elder and Third Elder's eyes were splitting with rage, wishing they could immediately rush into the Shura World.

Unfortunately, after the Asura altar was activated, they simply couldn't enter.

In the scene, Lin Bei moved again.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he looked at the rapidly approaching Ren Tiantang and his companion, his voice like thunder.

"A monstrous fortune has arrived; Zombie Clan, do you dare to accept it?"

"A monstrous fortune?" The two old members of the Zombie Clan were stunned.

Immediately after, a bold guess surfaced in their minds. "Could it be?!"

The two exchanged a glance, the hesitation in their eyes slowly turning into determination, and they turned to bow deeply towards Lin Bei.

"Why wouldn't we dare? We beg Senior to bestow the Dao!"

"Good!" Lin Bei moved, yielding the center position of the altar. "Stand up here!"

At this point, almost everyone saw his intention, and there was an immediate uproar.

"Big Brother! Dear Big Brother, can't you make some space for your brother from another mother?" Zhao Dezhu shouted shamelessly.

Great Sage Youling and the others were almost crying, shouting repeatedly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, our relationship with this Senior is not good. Keep quiet; maybe he'll just let us go like a fart!"

"If we provoke his dissatisfaction, he might just sacrifice us along with them..."

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Zhao, please don't make any more noise. I thank your whole family!"

...

Listening to the conversation in his ears, Lin Bei curled his lips, too lazy to bother with them for the time being.

With a serious expression, he pointed a finger, pressing it into the center of the slowly dissipating blood-colored pattern.

"Asura Blood Sacrifice! Open!"

However, several seconds passed, and nothing happened...

"Damn it!" He scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward. Suddenly, his eyes lit up; he formed a sword with his fingers, and a beam of spiritual power shot out, striking the Asura King's chest.

"Ugh..." The unconscious Asura King groaned, vomiting blood.

Lin Bei raised his hand to gather the blood in his palm and pressed it toward the center of the Formation again.

"Asura Blood Sacrifice! Open for me!"

"Hum!" The blood-colored pattern trembled, solidified again, and began to operate slowly.

"Ah..." The screams of Zhao Dezhu and the others rang out again.

At the same time, strands of blood radiated from their bodies, flying toward Ren Tiantang and Kuang Tianming.

"Huh?" Lin Bei frowned slightly, and only after sensing carefully did he grasp the method of control.

"Sacrifice this old geezer first!" He immediately changed the operation of the Formation.

"Arghhh..."

Immediately, all the power of the blood sacrifice was focused on the Asura King, causing him to let out a miserable wail even while unconscious.

His hundreds-of-feet-tall body also began to wither away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Only five seconds passed before spiritual power surged in the center of the altar, and two Middle Stage Great Sage auras spread out.

"Oh? The effect is not bad..." Lin Bei glanced at the two and controlled the blood sacrifice to run on its own.

He himself paced slowly, walking toward the edge of the altar.

"It's over, it's over... He's coming over!" The few Great Sages felt a chill in their hearts.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, aren't you brothers? Quickly think of a way..."

Zhao Dezhu rolled his eyes. "It's not like there's no way!"

"Really? Fellow Daoist Zhao, don't keep us in suspense, tell us quickly!"

"Ahem..." Zhao Dezhu turned his head to look at Mother Yaksha. "Sister Yaksha, you are the only female here. If you are willing to sacrifice your looks, we might not..."

"No! Absolutely not!" Upon hearing this, the Great Sage of the Zombie Clan interrupted him, firmly expressing his opposition.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist Zombie, everywhere in the world..."

"Fuck your mother!" Zhao Dezhu had only said a few words before being interrupted again.

Along with the angry curse came a primitive and natural Brick!

"Ouch!" Zhao Dezhu was instantly bloodied, his body swaying as if about to fall.

Even so, Lin Bei still didn't feel satisfied; he raised his hand, took out the Cupid bow, and handed it to Mother Yaksha.

"Shoot him for me! If you shoot him once, this Venerable One will spare your life!"