Chapter 302 Wei Tianchen: You are not worthy to wield the Asura Sword, let me do it! The defeat is not over yet, let's judge Tang San!
boom--!!!
As soon as Wei Tianchen finished speaking, the Asura Sword and the Annihilation Dragon Halberd in his hand simultaneously erupted with astonishing divine light.
The dark red Asura killing intent intertwined with the purple-gold Annihilation Dragon Flame, forming a devastating torrent.
It swept towards Tang San.
Tang San's expression changed drastically; he had no time to think.
Instinctively, he held the Trident of Poseidon horizontally in front of him, while simultaneously urging the Asura Sword to unleash a blood-red sword beam in an attempt to block it.
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
Wei Tianchen sneered, without even using any fancy divine skills.
It was merely the pure, god-king-level Asura divine power that crushed everything in its path.
Click!
The blood-red sword that Tang San hastily unleashed struck Wei Tianchen's divine power the instant its edge made contact.
Just like thin ice crashing into a torrent of steel, it shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of bloody light and dissipating.
Immediately afterwards, that unparalleled force slammed into the Trident of Poseidon.
"ah--!!!"
Tang San let out a shrill scream and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
The trident of Poseidon flew from his hand, spinning through the air and tracing a golden arc.
Finally, with a clang, it pierced deeply into the void barrier at the edge of the battlefield, the halberd trembling violently and emitting mournful cries.
Tang San's body, after flying backwards for several thousand meters,
It crashed heavily onto a pile of shattered star debris, smashing the meteorite, which was a hundred miles in diameter, into pieces.
"puff--!"
Tang San coughed up a mouthful of golden divine blood, his entire body covered in fine cracks, a sign that his divine body was about to collapse.
He struggled to get up, but found that his limbs were trembling violently and he had little strength left to even lift his hand.
Just one strike.
Just one strike!
He, a former dual-god king, was as fragile as an infant in front of Wei Tianchen!
"This...this is impossible..."
Tang San raised his head and looked at the figure slowly walking towards him in the void, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.
His proud power as the Sea God was suppressed to the point that he couldn't even unleash 30% of it in the face of that pure Asura divine might.
What terrified him even more was Wei Tianchen's gaze at that moment.
That gaze was fixed on the dark red longsword he was still gripping tightly, which was trembling slightly.
Asura Sword.
"hehe..."
Wei Tianchen's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
Wei Tianchen stopped and looked down at the disheveled Tang San, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery and greed.
"Tang San, you've been holding onto things that don't belong to you for far too long."
Wei Tianchen slowly raised the Shura Sword in his hand, its tip pointing at Tang San.
Two identical super artifacts, the Shura Sword, faced each other from afar in the void.
A strange power fluctuation emanated from Wei Tianchen.
That was the bloodline resonance of a true Asura God!
The Shura Sword in Tang San's hand suddenly trembled violently.
On the sword, dark red light flickered, emitting mournful cries like those of a trapped beast.
It is struggling.
It is calling.
It sensed its true master!
"No...no!!"
Tang San was horrified to discover that the soul connection between him and the Asura Sword, which had lasted for ten thousand years, had been severed.
It was being forcibly torn apart and impacted by an even more domineering and purer force.
That's Wei Tianchen's Asura Divine Power!
"You wield it, you use it to kill, you use it to judge, but you have never truly understood it."
Wei Tianchen's voice was like a resounding bell, each word resonating with the laws of Asura between heaven and earth.
"The Asura Sword is for killing, but it is even more for justice!"
It requires a pure heart to tame, not your calculating, selfish, and filthy soul!
The dark gold and blood-red Asura divine mark between Wei Tianchen's brows suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling light.
"Return!!!"
A deafening roar that shook the heavens.
The Shura Sword in Tang San's hand trembled violently, revealing the divine power and soul imprints that Tang San had infused into the sword over the past ten thousand years.
With that roar, it was like snow meeting the blazing sun, melting away instantly!
"No--!!"
Tang San roared in despair, desperately trying to grip the sword hilt, but the hilt was like a red-hot iron, burning his hands with excruciating pain.
Whoosh—!
The Asura Sword transformed into a streak of blood-red light, instantly breaking free from Tang San's control. Like a fledgling returning to its nest, it joyfully flew towards Wei Tianchen.
Clang!
Wei Tianchen stretched out his left hand and firmly grasped the flying Asura Sword.
Two Asura Swords appeared in his hands at the same time!
On the left is the Asura Sword, which he inherited as a reward from the Heavenly Curtain.
On the right is the true divine artifact that was taken from Tang San and has accompanied the God of Asura for ten thousand years.
With two swords in hand, Wei Tianchen's aura surged once again.
In the void behind him, a towering Asura phantom, its entire body formed from blood-red killing intent, slowly emerged.
It coldly looked down upon all living beings.
"You...you..."
Tang San slumped in the ruins, staring at his empty hands, feeling as if his soul had been ripped away.
The Trident of Poseidon was lost from his grasp, and the Sword of Asura was taken from him.
Both of those amazing artifacts are gone.
He is now merely a figurehead, possessing the divine position of the sea god but lacking even a single usable weapon...
"This is called... returning something to its rightful owner."
Wei Tianchen examined the two Shura swords in his hands with satisfaction.
With a casual wave of his hand, he stored the two swords inside his body.
Looking down at Tang San, whose face was ashen, the smile on his lips deepened.
"Tang San, do you have any last words?"
Tang San's body was trembling.
It wasn't out of fear, but out of extreme resentment and bitterness.
He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Wei Tianchen, the man who had taken everything from him.
"You...you all...may you die a horrible death..."
Tang San's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"May they die a horrible death?"
Wei Tianchen chuckled and shook his head.
"Tang San, look around you, look at those people you schemed against, used, and hurt."
He pointed towards the direction of the Peerless God Realm, where Xiao Wu's figure was fading away, and Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others looked at him with unfamiliarity and disgust.
"Look down into the lower realms, look at our home planet, ravaged by your exploitation."
"You are the one who deserves to die a horrible death."
Wei Tianchen slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a blood-red pillar of light, imbued with the ultimate killing intent of Asura, was taking shape.
"However, according to the rules of the trial, I will not kill you."
He paused, a cold, mocking glint in his eyes.
"I will hand you over, along with your crimes, to those you have hurt."
"Let Huo Yuhao deal with you personally."
"Let Xiao Wu witness the end of you, you hypocrite."
"Let all living beings in the entire Douluo Starfield witness this."
The final judgment of Tang San, the God of Sin!
As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson beam of light in Wei Tianchen's palm suddenly erupted.
Transforming into countless fine chains, like serpents emerging from their holes, they instantly and tightly bound Tang San's limbs and bones.
"No—!! Let me go!!"
Tang San struggled desperately, but all his resistance was in vain in the face of the God-King level Asura God Power.
Those chains pierced his divine body, sealed his divine core, and imprisoned his divine soul.
He had become a prisoner completely at the mercy of others.
Wei Tianchen casually pulled Tang San in front of him like a puppet on strings.
He looked down at the man who was once arrogant but was now as pathetic as a dog, and said softly:
"Let's go, Tang San."
"Your trial has only just begun."
(End of chapter)