3: Chapter 3 The Wrathful Asura God

He didn't even bother to use his overwhelming Divine Power anymore; he simply reached out and hoisted Qian Chongguang from the crater. His well-defined knuckles gripped the other’s collar as his iron fists, carrying enough power to shatter mountains, rained down upon him blow after blow. Each strike was accompanied by the crisp sound of divine bones fracturing, and golden Angel God blood splattered across the White Jade Divine Platform, creating a jarring contrast with that foul filth.

He didn't deliver a killing blow; every strike precisely crushed Qian Chongguang's Physical Body, yet he stubbornly held onto his Divine Soul, refusing to let him fall unconscious or perish. He wanted this ant who dared to desecrate him to vividly experience every extreme agony the world had to offer.

However, his unreserved fury had long since caused his terrifying Divine Power of slaughter to burst beyond the confines of the Stairway to Godhood, sweeping across more than half of the Divine Realm like a tsunami. In divine palaces throughout the Divine Realm, countless low-rank gods were forced to their knees by this pressure, unable to even lift their heads. Even the First-Rank Deities presiding over their respective regions changed expression and looked toward the source of the Divine Power eruption.

Inside the palace at the God Realm Core, where the Five Great God Kings held council, the God King of Destruction, seated beside the primary throne, abruptly opened his eyes. The Divine Power of destruction surged around him instantly. He could clearly sense that this rage, which seemed capable of incinerating everything, came from his friend of tens of thousands of years—the Asura God.

"Asura? What madness has taken him?" The God King of Destruction’s brow furrowed, a hint of bewilderment in his heavy voice. "This Divine Power fluctuation is completely chaotic. Could it be that remnants from another world have breached our defenses and invaded the Divine Realm?"

Beside him, the Goddess of Life, surrounded by a shimmering green light, also slowly rose. Her delicate brows knitted slightly, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "No, this aura of slaughter is entirely composed of uncontrolled rage, without a shred of the composure needed to face an external enemy. I fear some unforeseen event has occurred that we are unaware of. Let’s go see."

"I'm quite curious to see what could make Asura this angry." Nearby, the God King of Evil raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth as his Divine Power of evil stood ready. "It couldn't be that someone overturned his Asura Divine Palace, could it? I want to see who is so suicidal as to poke this hornet's nest."

The God King of Kindness shook her head gently, her warm voice carrying a touch of solemnity. "Let's get there first. We must ensure nothing catastrophic has happened to damage the Divine Realm's Foundation. With him venting his anger so recklessly, if the Stairway to Godhood is destroyed, the path of Ascension from the Lower Realm will be severed."

Before her voice could fade, four God King-level Divine Powers simultaneously streaked across the Divine Realm's sky. In just a dozen breaths, they crossed half the Divine Realm and arrived above the Stairway to Godhood. Behind them, a group of First-Rank Deities who had received the news followed closely, yet they only dared to trail from a distance, not venturing a single step closer. Everyone knew that an enraged Asura God was a powder keg that recognized no kin; no one wanted to approach and court disaster.

But when the four God Kings saw the scene before them, they were all stunned.

On the White Jade Divine Platform, which had remained pristine and untainted for ten thousand years, they saw the Asura God with bloodshot eyes. One hand held a young deity who was covered in blood with most of his divine bones shattered, while the iron fist of his other hand hung mid-air, seemingly about to strike again. The young deity’s white robes were long since soaked in blood, and the Seraphim wings on his back hung limp, with most of their feathers gone. His aura was as weak as a flickering candle in the wind; anyone could see that one more punch would completely dissipate his Divine Soul.

The God King of Destruction was about to speak and intervene when his gaze inadvertently swept over the patch of filth beneath the Asura God's feet, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Not just him—the Goddess of Life, the God King of Kindness, the God King of Evil, and even the First-Rank Deities following from afar all clearly saw that mixture of yellow and white. Even through their protective divine light, they could faintly smell the pungent, foul odor.

The area surrounding the entire Stairway to Godhood instantly fell into an eerie silence.

What kind of place was the Divine Realm? It was the most sacred and lofty existence in the myriad worlds. Every blade of grass and tree here was steeped in Divine Power, and not even a speck of Mortal dust could settle, let alone such foul and wretched excrement from the Mortal world.

The deities looked at each other, first in extreme bewilderment, and then with sudden realization.

No wonder... no wonder the Asura God was so enraged, beating the person half to death like a madman.

If it were them—supreme God Kings in the Divine Realm they governed—being publicly insulted by having such a thing smeared near their feet, they might have lost control even more than the Asura God.

The God King of Evil was shaking as he suppressed his laughter. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and shrank behind the God King of Destruction, fearing that if the Asura God saw him, he would vent his anger on him as well.

But in the next second, everyone's gaze fell upon the young deity being held, and as they recognized the iconic Seraphim wings on his back, they were stunned once again.

Wait... an Angel?

The Seraphim were the most orthodox direct Bloodline of the Angel God's lineage, synonymous with light and purity. They were born with an extreme repulsion toward filth and evil, spending their lives fighting against darkness and corruption.

How could the Angel Clan, who wouldn't even want to be tainted by the turbid air of the Mortal world, do something so utterly preposterous?

Forget the Asura God; even these bystanders couldn't figure out the logic behind this.

Seeing the Asura God's iron fist about to fall again—a punch that would likely cause this newly ascended Angel deity to dissipate on the spot, losing even the chance for Reincarnation.

The God King of Destruction finally snapped out of it and stepped forward. His Divine Power of destruction spread out instantly, steadily blocking the Asura God's descending fist as he shouted in a deep voice:

"Asura, stop!"

The moment his fist was blocked, the Asura God snapped his head up. His blood-red eyes locked onto the God King of Destruction, and the aura of slaughter around him surged even further. The fury in his voice was almost overflowing: "Destruction? You dare stop me?!"

"If I had come a step later, you would have beaten a newly ascended deity to death on the spot!" The God King of Destruction frowned, not backing down in the slightest. "Even if he committed a heavenly crime, he should face the God Realm Penal Laws and be sentenced by a joint council of us Five Great God Kings. What does it look like for you to vent your anger publicly like this?"

"What it looks like?" The Asura God sounded as if he had heard a massive joke. He abruptly pointed at the filth beneath his feet, his voice trembling—a sign of extreme rage. "Look at what this is! This bastard used the most disgusting thing from the Mortal world to desecrate this seat and the Divine Realm! Even if I grind his bones to ashes, it would be too lenient!"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding gods, who were already holding back laughter, didn't even dare to breathe.

Everyone knew that the Asura God valued his dignity and reputation above all else. Now that he had been publicly humiliated in such a way, this matter would not be easily settled.

Even though Qian Chongguang, held in his hand, had been beaten until he only had half a breath left, he still pulled the corners of his mangled mouth into a mocking smile. He spoke with a voice as thin as silk: "Lord God King... you can't take even this? When you manipulated the Life and death of Mortals, altered others' memories, and treated the entire Douluo Continent as your own backyard, did you never think... that someone would throw some trash into your clean little garden?"

These words were like a bolt of ice-cold lightning, striking the Asura God's head, which had been clouded by rage.

The blood-red Divine Power surging around him suddenly stalled. His hand gripping Qian Chongguang's collar tightened, and his blood-red pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks. In his state of extreme humiliation, he had completely lost his mind and forgotten that Destruction, Life, and the other four God Kings, along with dozens of First-Rank Deities, were all standing there, hearing every single word Qian Chongguang said!

It was an unspoken rule that when the Five Great God Kings of the God Realm Committee chose their Successors, they would privately provide some assistance or engage in minor manipulations. Everyone usually turned a blind eye and never brought it to the surface. But now, his actions of controlling the Life and death of lower-world Mortals, tampering with memories, and forcibly orchestrating a Legacy script had been laid bare by a newly ascended god in front of all the high-ranking officials of the Divine Realm!

This was no small matter; it was a shocking scandal enough to make him the laughingstock of the Divine Realm and shake his authority as a Law Enforcer! Even as one of the Five Great God Kings in charge of the penal laws, he absolutely could not afford such a charge.

"Shut your mouth!"