In the Asura Path, the mountains were like the sea, and the setting sun was like blood.
The sky, which was already red, was dyed with blood. The clouds were burning, magnificent and heroic.
It was as if there was no day, only dawn and dusk.
Dying in battle under the setting sun and resurrecting under the rising sun, only the color of blood remained unchanged.
It was a tragedy and heroism that people who lived under the blue sky and white clouds could not understand.
Bang bang bang!
The earth shook, and the mountains trembled. A giant walked forward with heavy steps, carrying a palace the size of a small mountain on his back.
The palace stood tall, with a white tower and a golden dome, and scattered courtyards and corridors. It was dyed bright red by the sunlight, like a glorious temple.
It was also more qualified to be called a "temple" than most of the temples in the world. Compared to those stone sculptures and clay statues, this was a living Asura Battle God.
Deep in the courtyard, a middle-aged man was leisurely leaning on a recliner, enjoying the singing and dancing.
There was only one female singer. She was draped in a sari and her face was covered with a veil. There was a sharp white horn on her smooth and jade-like forehead.
She danced gracefully, like a bird flying in the wind, or a peacock offering its feathers. The song was sad and moving, like silk, faintly discernible, and intoxicating, turning the courtyard into a secret realm in the forest.
The sound of fighting from the distant battlefield reached here, but it was also diluted by the song, becoming an insignificant foil.
The man's eyes were half-closed, also intoxicated by the song.
A nimble figure suddenly jumped out of the void. It was an Asura Emperor, who immediately knelt on the ground, cupped his hands and said, "Your Holiness, that brat still refuses to surrender!"
The murderous aura from the battlefield suddenly broke the silence, but the singer did not stop singing and dancing.
Needham reluctantly opened his dark red eyes, "As expected of Kinnara. Although it's a decadent song, it's hard to let go!"
Kinnara was one of the eight living beings, known for their singing and dancing skills. They did not belong to the Heavenly Path, nor did they belong to the Asura Path. But they mainly lived in the Heavenly Path, known as the "Heavenly Music".
They were often taken to the Asura Path as "spoils of war" in the battles between the Heavenly Path and the Asura Path. Their singing was the ultimate enjoyment in the world, and they had the reputation of "Singing Gods".
Needham stroked the thick beard on his face and asked the Asura Sovereign, "If I give her as a gift, will he surrender?"
"Your Eminence, I don't think that kid will surrender even if he dies in battle!" The Asura Sovereign seemed to have thought of something. There was still lingering fear in his heart, but there was also undisguised admiration in his eyes.
"Then it's useless."
Needham waved his hand casually, and the woman's head fell to the ground. The headless body was still dancing, and the veiled head was still singing. It was even more mournful and desolate, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
For a moment, the Asura Sovereign's mind was shaken, and he couldn't control himself. He hurriedly roused his fighting spirit and guarded his battle heart. If one listened to this kind of singing too much, it would definitely wear down one's fighting spirit.
Needham twirled the tip of his beard. "If you stand up and fight, you might still have a chance of survival!"
Following her graceful dance steps, Nara gracefully held up her own head and continued to sing to herself.
"To die for Ning Ge, to live without fighting, to be stubborn."
Needham shook his head regretfully. "I'll go meet that Prince Xiaoming myself!"
King Xiaoming's Army, the central tent.
Luo Hou Xiaoming dismissed his subordinates and faced a map alone.
He suddenly pricked up his ears. A sharp whistling sound came from afar, and in an instant, it broke through the heavy military formations and stepped into the tent.
"We finally meet, Prince Xiaoming!"
Needham looked as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. Looking at Luo Hou Xiaoming's back, his eyes were filled with determination and passion.
It wasn't that he had a special preference, but that this talent was too rare.
Even though he couldn't use the Rahu Clan's divine abilities and spells, the talent and strength that Luo Hou Xiaoming displayed was still astonishing.
In a head-on battle, he didn't fear any Asura Sovereign. When commanding an army, he could fight against a Battle God. At the same time, he was proficient in many battle techniques such as assassination and hunting. These were things that flowed in his blood.
The war had lasted until now, and all the Asura Sovereigns under Battle God Needham were completely convinced by him.
Needham understood his value better than anyone else. Even Battle Gods had to fight bloody battles in order to have the chance to become a true Asura King Battle God. Other than the heavens, his enemies were other Battle Gods.
If he had such a general behind him when fighting against other Battle Gods, to help him command the army and gather the spirit of the army, he would have at least a thirty percent higher chance of winning.
"This is a gift from Hong Tian!" Needham praised Hong Tian in his heart, his eyes even more fervent.
Luo Hou Xiaoming turned around. His beard was unshaven and his face was covered in dust, but his eyes were still as bright as stars.
In an instant, it gave Needham the illusion that the other party was a Battle God that could stand on equal footing with him.
"Battle God Needham, you can call me 'Ming' or 'King Xiaoming'."
Luo Hou Xiaoming purposely hid the surname "Rahu" and the "Prince Xiaoming" that Li Qingshan had forcefully given him. He only kept the word "Ming" and had his subordinates call him "King Xiaoming."
When he turned around, he was forced to add the word "Xiaoming" in front of his name. He couldn't help but feel unhappy.
"King Xiaoming! How arrogant. Even I don't dare to call myself that! "Needham said jokingly." If you didn't call yourself that, I wouldn't have noticed you so quickly. "
"King Xiaoming" was a very arrogant title in the Asura Path.
After Asura had gone through seven heavenly tribulations and become True Gods, they would go to the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and meet the Buddha at the Great Thunderclap Temple of Mount Spirited. After going through a series of tests, they were qualified to be titled "King Xiaoming."
The wise were the light of wisdom, and the king could control everything.
The King Xiaoming appeared angry, protected the Dharma, and scared away evil spirits. He represented the dignity of Buddhism.
An Asura Sovereign calling himself "King Xiaoming" was like a Yang Spirit cultivator calling himself a "True Immortal." It was so arrogant that it bordered on ignorance.
"How can a sparrow know the ambitions of a great swan?" Luo Hou Xiaoming said calmly. He just wanted to take back everything that belonged to him. Yes, Li Qingshan had often bragged to him about this.
"Good, very good. I admire this about you!"
"Why did the Battle Gods come? Don't tell me you're going to take action personally? "
Needham said bluntly, "Surrender to me! Your position will be just below mine, and I'll let you command all the troops. "
Luo Hou Xiaoming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he hadn't expected Needham to have such a plan.
He had just returned to the Asura Path, and his cultivation was already not weak. He really hadn't met anyone who was qualified to make him surrender.
Needless to say, as a member of the Rahu God Clan, all Asuras were nominally his subjects. Unlike ordinary Asuras, they hadn't experienced so many battles at the bottom level.
Needham thought he was tempted, and tried to persuade him further. "You're still very young. You need more experience and experience. Follow me to conquer everywhere and broaden your horizons. It's only a matter of time before you become a Battle God!"
For ordinary Asura Sovereigns, this was indeed the best choice, but for Luo Hou Xiaoming, surrendering would definitely damage his fighting spirit. What he lacked the most was time. His mother could notice this place at any time, and as a Rahu, he would never serve another Asura as his master.
He laughed coldly. "I don't need you. I can become a Battle God too!"
Needham's expression darkened, instantly becoming ugly and ferocious. "No Battle God will allow someone like you to rise so easily. Even if I have to personally take action today, I'll make you stay here!"
"You Battle Gods are really stingy!" Luo Hou Xiaoming laughed disdainfully and shook his head. "I didn't think of this at first. Forget it, you talk to my boss! "
"Boss!?" Needham frowned. Could it be that there were already other Battle Gods behind him? That would be troublesome. He had to end the battle quickly and take him down.
Just as he was about to attack, a man suddenly walked out from a dark corner of the tent and patted his chest. "That's right, it's me!"
Needham was shocked. He hadn't noticed when this person had appeared.
Luo Hou Xiaoming said, "Too slow! You made me say a bunch of nonsense to stall for time. "
"How can you talk to your boss like this?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Can you do it?"
Luo Hou Xiaoming questioned. The difference between a mere Primordial Soul and a Battle God was not small.
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