CHAPTER 343: CHAPTER 18: SHURA’S DAILY FIGHTS_2

The other three Asuras who had finished their battles exchanged glances and said in unison, "Brother, let me help you with this one!"

"All of you, stand down! I will take care of this personally!" a sharp, feminine voice rang out.

WHOOSH!

The three, who were only halfway into the air, were instantly knocked flying, crashing into the surrounding buildings.

Amidst a flurry of angry curses, a new round of chaotic brawling erupted.

"Eat my flying kick!" a stunningly beautiful female Shura yelled, sending a burly male Shura flying with her attack.

Da Bai’s eyes widened. "It’s actually red!"

Mo Yu shot Da Bai a speechless look. He’s still such a pervert.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The fighting escalated, drawing in more combatants and widening the area of chaos. Mo Yu’s heart tightened when she noticed Heavenly Immortal Asuras joining the fray. Heavenly Immortals are a completely different league from True Immortals! Da Bai and I can’t move right now. If a stray attack hits us, it’ll be fatal!

Fortunately, the cacophony of battle was so loud it woke Tian Que, who was in the large pit. Mo Yu and Da Bai quickly urged it to release them from their bonds.

Mo Yu glanced skyward at Yue Meng’s fight. The two were evenly matched; it would likely take a while to determine a winner. Steeling her resolve, she thought, We have to find Master first, then said aloud, "Let’s go find Master now."

"Is that really a good idea?" Tian Que and Da Bai asked, hesitating.

Just as Mo Yu was about to persuade them, several powerful auras erupted nearby—Golden Immortals!

"You old coot! I’ve had it with you for years! Your grandson dared to hit my granddaughter today? If I don’t pummel you to death, then I’ve wasted all these years of Cultivation!"

"Heh, who’s afraid of whom? A wife doesn’t listen, you beat her a few times. Perfectly normal."

"Did you two steal my tea leaves?"

"Who would drink that bitter, dreg-filled tea of yours anyway?"

As the saying goes: a single word of disagreement, and fists fly. Such was the current state of the Asura Clan’s territory.

The battles between Golden Immortals were far more destructive than those of True Immortals. They even alarmed the Immortal Daluo Golden Immortals, who quickly erected a Barrier to prevent the shockwaves from accidentally injuring clan members with insufficient Cultivation.

TING!

The ink-black Flying Sword struck the Barrier, shattering into tiny black fragments that dispersed into the air. Mo Yu sighed in dismay, "Great. Now we’re completely out of options."

"Do you have any idea you just hit me?" a burly man with bloodshot eyes snarled, appearing before Mo Yu.

Mo Yu recoiled several steps, intimidated by his menacing aura. "I was just testing the Barrier’s defenses," she explained. "I didn’t hit you."

"I don’t care. If I say you hit me, you hit me!" the burly man retorted. With that, he thrust a large hand out to strike Mo Yu.

Behind them, Da Bai encountered a female Asura who, despite being married for many years, remained childless. Her face was a mask of frenzy as she shrieked, "Why can’t I have children?! Damn you, child!"

Da Bai saw a deep crater in the ground nearby. His eyelids twitched, and he turned to flee, yelling, "Sister, this has nothing to do with me!"

"Damn you, child! Die!" The female Shura relentlessly pursued him.

Tian Que spotted an Asura planted headfirst in the ground like a spring onion, legs flailing wildly. Out of kindness, Tian Que pulled the Asura free.

However, instead of thanking Tian Que, the Asura mistook it for an opponent and attacked immediately.

While the Spiritual Beasts were being tormented by this band of bizarre Asuras, Chen Jiuge was already overwhelmed with tears.

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Watching the figure vanish beneath the hammer, Chen Jiuge felt tears stream down his face uncontrollably. "Finally... I finally passed!"

The fading Xiu Ying offered a faint smile. "You little crybaby. I hope we have a chance to meet again."

Chen Jiuge froze. "You’re... alive?"

Xiu Ying didn’t answer, only offered a meaningful smile before completely vanishing into the air.

"Well now, a new trial-taker! What a rarity! It’s been, what, a thousand years? Could it be that my Asura Clan is about to rise again?" A gaunt figure carrying a long staff on his shoulder appeared before Chen Jiuge.

Looking at this somewhat eccentric Shura War General, Chen Jiuge familiarly grabbed a staff from the weapon rack. "Before we fight, one question: are you alive?"

Luo Changshan looked startled for a moment, then roared with laughter. "Not only am I alive, but all one hundred of the strongest War Generals here are alive, kiddo!"

"Kid, beat me, and then you’ll have the right to know my name."

It was a deceptively simple swing of the staff, yet Chen Jiuge found he couldn’t dodge it at all. But I’m skilled with staff techniques too!

BAM!

Looking at Chen Jiuge’s shattered remains on the ground, Luo Changshan shook his head in disappointment. "Such pathetic Stick Technique."

Bisected at the waist, skull crushed, all four limbs severed, heart exploded, body torn in two.

Chen Jiuge experienced forms of death far different from being instantly obliterated by a giant hammer. These were even more agonizing.

However, thanks to his prior experiences, his learning curve was much steeper. After dying only a few hundred more times, he could trade blows evenly with Luo Changshan.

After the eight hundredth death, his Asura Bloodline activated further, boosting Chen Jiuge’s strength another notch. He forcefully caved in Luo Changshan’s skull.

A flicker of startled disbelief crossed Luo Changshan’s eyes before he laughed, a note of acceptance in his voice. "Congratulations, you’ve won! I am Luo Changshan. What’s your name, kid?"

"Chen Jiuge."

"Chen Jiuge, is it? I’ll be waiting for the day you fight alongside me."

Afterward, figure after figure appeared, each wielding a different weapon, each teaching Chen Jiuge a new way to die.

Humans are remarkably adaptable creatures. Even death, if experienced enough times, can become familiar.

An unknown amount of time passed. Chen Jiuge’s gaze was hazy as he stared at the unremarkable, heavily built man before him.

"The First War General, Luo Zhitian."