War Asura, Come to Fight

The compliments and shock from the Nine Heavens above did not affect the crowd at the edge of the ruins in the slightest.

Deep within the collapsed mountain wall in the distance.

Several massive rocks were strenuously pushed aside by a faint yet stubborn demonic power, as Mo Yu trembled and struggled out of a human-shaped crater.

Half-kneeling on the ground, he violently coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

His magnificent dark green battle armor was already shattered beyond repair, covered in blood and dirt.

A clear fist imprint was sunken into his chest, the surrounding bones completely shattered. Even with the powerful regenerative abilities of the Qilin Emperor Blood, it would be difficult to heal in a short time.

"Ugh..."

He let out a pained, suppressed low roar, veins bulging on his forehead.

The crushing, miserable defeat from earlier was like the cruelest nightmare, repeatedly tearing at his pride.

Wang Zhan's punch had not only severely injured his physical body but also utterly shattered the invincible image he had painstakingly built, along with the glory of the Qilin clan!

"Wang... Zhan..."

Mo Yu lifted his head with great difficulty. Through his messy hair, he looked at the azure figure in the distance, who shone like the midday sun. His eyes were filled with monstrous humiliation, bitter resentment, and a trace of fear that even he refused to admit.

The power of that punch had exceeded his comprehension.

How could the Heavenly Azure Holy Body be this strong?

Xiao Ruobai had been standing there quietly since some unknown time. His deep eyes reflected the heart-palpitating figure in the distant crater, who felt as vast as the heavens.

He had witnessed the entire process of Wang Zhan activating his Holy Body and defeating his enemy with a single punch.

There were no gasps of surprise, no horror, and not even a ripple of emotion could be found on his face.

"The Heavenly Azure Holy Body is not bad. I wonder if it can push my perfected Heavenly Human Realm a step further!"

Xiao Ruobai whispered in his heart, as a scorching battle intent, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, slowly rose within him!

It was a long-lost excitement of meeting an opponent truly worth fighting with all his might!

His previous battles, whether crushing his peers or fighting above his realm against Fakong, were intense but always felt like they lacked a certain something.

The opponents were either not strong enough, or they had nothing new to offer after exhausting their tricks.

But the Wang Zhan before him was different!

The ancient majesty contained in that azure vitality, and the pure sense of power in that unyielding, law-breaking punch, made the War God Blood within him roar and yearn!

"Only such an opponent can temper my invincible battle intent!!"

In the center of the battlefield, having enjoyed a moment of the crowd's attention and awe, Wang Zhan seemingly swept his azure eyes calmly across the area.

In reality, an unmatched, tyrannical divine sense had already spread out silently like invisible quicksilver, sweeping past every inch of space and the minds of every spectator.

He was searching!

Searching for the figure who had rescued Li Xuanfeng from Fakong and defeated the Buddhist Son of the Western Regions barehanded—Battle Asura!

Although he had won the battle against Mo Yu just now, subconsciously, his true target had always been that incredibly mysterious Battle Asura, rumored to be capable of fighting above his realm!

Mo Yu was nothing more than a stepping stone to verify the power of his Holy Body!

Suddenly, his divine sense paused slightly as it swept past a seemingly empty shadow!

There, an obscure yet majestic battle intent, like a hidden dragon in the abyss, was slowly being released!

"Found you!"

An unprecedentedly brilliant light suddenly erupted from Wang Zhan's eyes, like two azure suns!

The vitality around his body, which had previously calmed down, began to roar uncontrollably once again, emitting the sound of surging rivers!

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze like two tangible heavenly blades, instantly tearing through the void and firmly locking onto a figure!

"You've watched for so long, isn't it time you came out?"

Wang Zhan's voice was not loud, but it carried an indomitable aura. Like three claps of thunder, it exploded above the dead silent ruins and in the hearts of every spectator!

"Battle—Asura!"

What?!

Battle Asura?!

That unfathomably mysterious Battle Asura who had barehandedly defeated the Western Region's Buddhist Son, Fakong, was actually here too?!

"Swish—!"

Countless gazes, carrying unbelievable horror, inquiry, and uncontrollable excitement, all shot toward that figure following Wang Zhan's line of sight!

With a posture as straight as a pine, a cold face, and calm yet abyssal eyes—who else could it be but Battle Asura?

He did not deliberately release his aura, but just by standing there quietly, a fierce battle intent no less than Wang Zhan's soared into the sky, standing as an equal against that heaven-like majesty!

"It really is him! Battle Asura!"

"My heavens! When did he arrive? No one even noticed!"

"Wang Zhan just defeated the Qilin Son and is at the peak of his momentum, yet he directly sought him out!"

"We have a good show to watch now! Two of the most top-tier monstrous geniuses of this era are actually going to face off here!"

Exclamations and discussions swept through the spectator area like a tidal wave. Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, and the atmosphere was instantly ignited!

"Wait! His aura is still only at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm?!"

"That's right! It is the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm! Although it is incredibly solid, it absolutely hasn't crossed the threshold of the King Realm!"

"Wang Zhan just blew away the late-stage King Realm Qilin Son with a single punch! How could he actively challenge someone a whole major realm lower than him?"

"What is the meaning of Wang Zhan's move? Could he be trying to seize the momentum to establish his dominance and crush all potential rivals?"

Voices of doubt and confusion rang out one after another.

In the cultivation world, it was already rare for someone of a higher realm to actively challenge someone of a lower realm, let alone a peerless prodigy like Wang Zhan who had just displayed an invincible posture.

But soon, clear-headed individuals let out cold sneers and gasps of amazement:

"Fools! What do you know? It is precisely because he is Wang Zhan, and precisely because Battle Asura is only at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm, that Wang Zhan's challenge at this moment speaks volumes!"

"Exactly! Battle Asura was able to fight above his realm at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm to defeat the late-stage King Realm Fakong. His strength can no longer be measured by common sense! Wang Zhan is treating him as a true opponent worthy of going all out against!"

"My god, a peak Heavenly Human Realm cultivator is being treated as an opponent that must be taken seriously by the King Realm Wang Zhan, who just revealed his Holy Body and defeated his enemy with one punch? Just how strong is this Battle Asura?!"

"This shows that in Wang Zhan's heart, the threat of Battle Asura is far greater than the Qilin Son Mo Yu from earlier! It is even great enough to make him ignore the gap of a whole major realm!"

These words awakened the crowd. For a time, various complex emotions spread among the people.

Some felt that Wang Zhan's action was beneath his status and an unfair fight: "Hmph, no matter how strong Battle Asura is, the gap in realms is right there. If Wang Zhan wins like this, it won't be considered honorable!"

But even more people were filled with extreme anticipation and excitement: "A King against a Heavenly Human? No! This is a clash between two peerless monstrous geniuses with heaven-defying combat power! Realms can no longer measure their true strength! This is a true battle between a dragon and a tiger!"

"Fight! Hurry up and fight! This battle will definitely go down in history!"

In a corner of the crowd, Shi Jingxian grinned and forcefully patted the stone wall beside him. "Excellent! Junior Brother Xiao really came! I knew he wouldn't miss a scene like this!

"So what if it is Wang Zhan? Screw him! Let these arrogant bastards see what true combat power is!"

Meanwhile, some well-meaning cultivators could not help but reveal a trace of worry.

After all, the strength Wang Zhan had just displayed was simply too terrifying, and his cultivation realm provided an absolute suppression. Could the Battle Asura really withstand it?

Behind a cluster of clouds far from the center of the battlefield, the Dao Protector of the Western Region's Buddhist Sect remained hidden, his expression incredibly gloomy.

Behind him sat Fakong, cross-legged. His aura was withered and his golden body dimmed, relying on medicinal pills to barely stabilize his injuries.

When Xiao Ruobai's figure appeared and his identity was exposed by Wang Zhan, Fakong suddenly opened his eyes. His originally solemn and dignified face instantly twisted, filled with extreme resentment and a trace of fear that even he was unwilling to admit!

He stared fixedly at that black figure, his teeth grinding audibly. His Buddha heart trembled violently, nearly collapsing once again!

It was all because of him! This Battle Asura had ruined everything for him!

Looking at the two confronting each other on the battlefield, a vicious thought uncontrollably sprang up from the bottom of Fakong's heart.

"Fight! Fight! It would be best if Wang Zhan could blow him apart right then and there! Crush his bones and obliterate his battle intent! Let this vile spawn also taste the feeling of having his Dao foundation destroyed and becoming a laughingstock!"

He seemed to already envision the scene of Xiao Ruobai suffering a miserable defeat and wailing beneath Wang Zhan's Heavenly Sacred Body. A sickly, vindictive flush actually surfaced on his twisted face.

At this moment, any notions of Buddhist tranquility or compassion had long been completely devoured by monstrous resentment.