Chapter 131 - 130 Asura: Thanks to the bro for the Blood Food!

Chapter 131: Chapter 130 Asura: Thanks to the bro for the Blood Food! The West Zhou forces Ji Fa had just sent to the frontlines were truly doomed. They had barely left the Newbie Village when they encountered the Asura Army. Forget ten against one—if it were a thousand against one, they still wouldn’t break through the defenses. Their attacks were completely ineffective! The Chan Sect third-generation disciples who could inflict some damage glanced at the Asuras, whose momentum was now several times more terrifying than before, and couldn’t help but recall the fear of being dominated by the Asuras previously. Without thinking, they turned tail and fled. Old Jiang raised the Central Wujixing Yellow Flag over his head, intending to run. Shen Gongbao, who always kept his sharp eyes on his dear senior brother, immediately pointed him out to Bodhisattva Poshun: "Great King, it’s that white-bearded old man. He’s the one who’s always looked down on you Asuras and said you were nothing more than a herd of wild beasts." Poshun didn’t care if this was true or false. Right now, he only wanted to showcase his immense power—the reason didn’t matter. He pulled out an enormous three-meter-long blood-soaked blade and swung it at Jiang Ziya from afar. The blood-red blade energy tore across the ground at high speed, cutting through everything in its path, whether Asura or Zhou soldiers. The blade absorbed the spilled blood, making its energy even more ferocious. Old Jiang sensed the danger but had no time to react. The blade energy hit the yellow light protecting him, instantly draining his blue bar. The crimson energy ripped through, slicing Old Jiang cleanly in half, killing him yet again. The crimson energy continued its rampage, slaughtering countless members of the Human Clan and leaving a horrifying trail of blood across the battlefield. Poshun was very pleased with his debut performance and laughed hysterically toward the heavens. The Chan Sect disciples weren’t faring any better. It was Yang Ren who suffered first—his brain might have been fried, but not completely. When he saw the swarm of Asuras, he quickly realized that with only two Armor Summoners, it was impossible to defeat the Netherworld Demon Army. He fled in time, but not without injury. A few highly cultivated Asuras struck him down, severing one leg and one arm. Even the armor he had just repaired was ruined again. Fortunately, he managed to keep his life. Lei Zhenzi wasn’t as quick to react. Arrogant as ever, he didn’t retreat immediately and paid the price—he was mobbed by a group of Asuras. Sure, Lei Zhenzi had three heads and eight arms, but the Asuras all had six arms each. If one couldn’t handle him, two would gang up, outnumbering him in limbs. Despite his arsenal of magical treasures, Lei Zhenzi’s mana was limited. In the end, even his lotus-root body was devoured by the Asuras. All that remained of him was a severed head, which was rescued by the hurriedly arriving Yang Jian. Yang Jian, seeing the dire situation, chose not to play hero. He collected the corpses of Jiang Ziya and Lei Zhenzi before retreating to Kunlun Mountain. Things had spiraled beyond what he could manage. Wei Hu, pretending to be in closed-door cultivation, didn’t hesitate and fled alongside Yang Jian. The entire West Zhou army, a force of 100,000, was turned into a feast for the Asura Clan. It tripled the population Shen Gongbao had painstakingly gathered over so many years! Asura: Thank you, mate, for the blood feast! Next came the Asuras’ grand banquet. Combined with Shen Gongbao’s prior collection of souls, the entire Chuanyun Pass transformed into a mortal purgatory. The soil across the entire region turned a deep crimson. Countless vengeful spirits and hostile energies lingered in the air, spawning innumerable demons. Unfortunately for them, the Asuras feared none of these entities. They continued their rampage, conquering Azure Dragon Pass and Jiepai Pass in succession, driving the West Zhou forces all the way back to Xiqi. Beneath the surface, however, an unknown head was silently absorbing the endless resentment and blood. The massacres spared no one—be they Shang citizens or Zhou people. To the Asuras, they were all just spoils of war. Both Shang and Zhou leadership were utterly terrified. Wen Zhong was thrilled by the reports of reclaimed territory, blissfully unaware of what Shen Gongbao had done at the frontlines. Nobody dared to inform him; those who opposed Shen Gongbao had already met their end. On the Xiqi side, Ji Fa looked out at the seemingly endless crimson horizon with trembling hands. Even with his resolute nature, he couldn’t stop his confidence from faltering. Two of King Wen’s Four Friends, Nangong Shi and Tai Dian, were lost in a single battle. Do I truly have a chance of vanquishing Great Shang? Will Xiqi survive until tomorrow? Father, was your choice back then really the right one? Meanwhile, Ji Chang in the underworld had no time for such thoughts. He was utterly swamped; despite Nezha’s repeated efforts to streamline the underworld’s systems, the Asura massacre had completely overwhelmed their capacity. Every staff member in the underworld was working overtime, yet they still couldn’t keep up. Even the Six Dao Reincarnation Plate was blocked. In Houtu Palace, Oxhead and Horseface knelt down in frustration and shouted angrily, "Goddess! These Asuras are always stirring up trouble. Let’s just go and beat them up already!" Oxhead nodded fervently in agreement. "Yeah, yeah! Let’s go beat them up!" Lady Houtu felt exasperated with these brainless Witch Clan members. Tribulation energy was everywhere above ground, and most people would run as far away as possible. Yet here they were itching to dive in—always eager to rush toward their deaths! She was troubled by this situation. Some things simply couldn’t be avoided by hiding from them. On the battlefield, Houtu had already sensed a faintly familiar presence, clearly indicating that someone was stirring up trouble again. Looking up at the gray skies, she silently thought: Even though the Witch Clan has hidden in the underworld and lingered in the Pangu Realm, they still won’t leave us alone? Still, since the underworld had cooperated with the Heavenly Dao before, there was room for grace and negotiation. This wasn’t a complete catastrophe yet, but it did mean Nezha would need to step up and handle the matter. Houtu gazed at the group of King Yan, Judges, Oxhead, and Horseface noisily clamoring for war. She found these fools truly exasperating. With a snow-white palm, she slapped the armrest beside her. A terrifying wave of power emanated from her, instantly sweeping across the entire underworld. The underworld, once filled with the wails of countless vengeful spirits, suddenly fell eerily silent. Even the land above trembled violently, prompting cries of alarm from mortals about an earthquake. Within the underworld, from the Ghost Gate to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the agonized howls of countless spirits and wicked souls abruptly ceased. Even the Ghost Golden Crow flying in the skies froze mid-air in fright. King Yan, Judges, Oxhead, and Horseface all dropped to their knees in unison. "Ancestor—Ancestor! We were wrong! We’ll go back to work right away!" They scrambled to flee, terrified of being too slow. Houtu sighed. She understood the nature of the Witch Clan; every one of them was a crude barbarian, so this reaction was entirely expected. Yet, her true self had also been part of the Witch Clan. Though she was hailed as the kindest Ancestor Witch, when her temper flared, even she struggled to contain it. She then remembered bragging to Nezha before, claiming that with her presence, the Witch Clan would never suffer. Now, reality was proving her wrong so quickly. However, if the Witch Clan handled this matter themselves, it would likely spiral further out of control. She began flipping through the Witch Clan’s inventory, searching for anything useful she could offer Nezha. Nezha, meanwhile, remained unaware of the incoming task. Even if he knew, he wouldn’t complain. After all, Lady Houtu had always treated him generously, and he wasn’t the ungrateful type.