Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 394 Divine Test Fusion

"You don't want the divine trial inheritance of the Asura God?"

In the realm of time and space, a blood moon hangs high. The two are standing on a high mountain, looking at the blood moon in the sky. The eerie blood moon now resembles a setting sun, and its light falls on their figures.

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's question, Tang San remained silent for a moment before saying, "Indeed, the power of the Asura God is greater than that of the Rakshasa God, but this also means that the divine test is more difficult."

"Having gone through so many divine trials, you should be able to realize that the so-called divine trials are the trials that gods have gone through. If you want to become the Asura God, you must do what he has done. Therefore, there will be rewards after the divine trials are completed, and you will eventually become a god like him and inherit the divine position."

"Do you really think it's so easy to become the God of Asura? When you're too obsessed with something, you're prone to losing your way. Even someone like my great-grandfather eventually became like this because of his obsession with becoming a god. If he hadn't been so obsessed with becoming a god, I believe my great-grandfather would have been able to see through the Nine-Headed Bat King's divine test that it wasn't the God of Asura, and wouldn't have been parasitized."

Tang Chen, who was level 99, said that he couldn't see through the Rakshasa God's scheme and that the Nine-Headed Bat King shouldn't belong to the Asura God's divine test, but Tang San didn't believe it.

The Nine-Headed Bat King's strength could not possibly reach 600,000 or even 700,000 years of cultivation, and it might not even be 300,000 years. In other words, Tang Chen, who was a level 99 Limit Douluo at the time, should have been able to kill the Nine-Headed Bat King almost instantly without any difficulty.

If you think about it carefully, how could a soul beast so much weaker than yourself be placed in the ninth test of the Asura God?

Therefore, Tang Chen's incident also served as a warning to Tang San: if one is too attached to one thing, one will eventually lose one's way and lead to ultimate failure.

"The more you cling to something, the less you get it." After muttering to himself, Tang San looked at Bibi Dong beside him and said, "I also want to ask you, did you make a deal with me about the Divine Trial just because you wanted to obtain the Asura Divine Trial?"

Upon hearing Tang San's casual question, Bibi Dong's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her heart skipped a beat, and then a cold smile appeared on her lips. She turned to look at Tang San with icy eyes and said, "Do you think it's because I love you?"

Bibi Dong's gaze was fixed on Tang San, as if she wanted to imprint his image into the depths of her soul, but there was also a moment of wandering and dodging.

"I have long since given up on feelings. What you and I have is nothing more than a transaction, an arrangement by the gods, nothing more."

Tang San looked at Bibi Dong, whose face was somewhat distorted and whose pupils were like needles, revealing cold hatred and sharp pain, and said to himself, "Alright then."

With a snap of his fingers, Tang San caused the entire domain to shake. The sea of ​​blood and the mountain of bones began to change. The ominous and eerie sea of ​​blood and the mountain of bones transformed into beautiful green mountains and clear waters. Even the red moon in the sky turned into a bright and beautiful full moon.

Then a beautiful castle rose from the ground, and countless bricks automatically piled up. In the blink of an eye, the space where Tang San and Bibi Dong were located transformed into a spacious and beautiful room. They could even see the bright moonlight through the window. The entire room was decorated exactly like the Angel Palace.

However, the stained glass overhead had been replaced with transparent glass, revealing the bright moonlight.

Within his domain, Tang San was a god; changing the illusion was an incredibly easy task for him.

"I don't want to be in the wild either."

Looking at the enormous, pristine white bed and the familiar illusion surrounding them, Bibi Dong and Tang San knew what was about to happen. Red cloud curtains, a bed with flowing tassels—an atmosphere of sensuality permeated the space.

However, for a moment, Tang San and Bibi Dong stood still, neither of them making any move.

"Pfft." Tang San looked at Bibi Dong, who was standing there dumbfounded, and laughed, "You want me to do it?"

Mocking Tang San, Bibi Dong's face turned cold. She then struck out with a palm, a powerful gust of wind that destroyed all of Tang San's clothes, stripping the pitiful, weak, and helpless Tang San naked in an instant.

"Huh?" Tang San was completely stunned. Was this going to be murder?
Startled, Tang San was completely paralyzed with fear. What was going on? His aunt hadn't taught him anything like that!

"I'll do it myself." In the end, even the young sect leader had to take action himself. Who exactly is this divine trial testing?

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Bibi Dong pursed her lips tightly, forcefully suppressing the corners of her mouth downwards, her whole body stiff as a wooden statue, standing motionless on the spot.

Tang San also knew about Bibi Dong's situation. For a woman who had been hurt like this, he had to be as gentle as possible and not upset her.

Tang San slowly approached Bibi Dong. This woman, with her peerless beauty and icy demeanor, exuded a captivating charm, which stirred something within Tang San. After all, he and Bibi Dong had shared too many experiences; their relationship could no longer be described as merely acquaintances. He gazed at Bibi Dong's graceful and elegant waistline, and the snow-white skin beneath her loose coat that revealed a patch of her neck.

Suddenly Tang San walked in front of her, and Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback. She subconsciously took a few steps back as he walked.

Unexpectedly, Tang San pressed forward relentlessly. With a thud, Bibi Dong, a Title Douluo, hit the bed with her heel, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. She only felt a weight on her waist as Tang San pressed down on her.

Looking at Bibi Dong's aloof face with a hint of amusement, Tang San felt the friction against her skin, the slow, scraping sensation making his heart race.

Even though she was wearing a loose coat, Bibi Dong's figure was slender and graceful, with a very curvaceous figure. At this moment, she tied her long hair, which was casually draped over her head, to make her look even more beautiful and elegant.

Instantly, their bodies pressed together, their eyes met, and the atmosphere heated up rapidly. Sensing that the mood was right, the next second, Bibi Dong felt something press against her lips.

Although it wasn't their first kiss, Tang San felt that Bibi Dong's lips were very soft and sweet, with little taste but a delicate fragrance. He wanted to take a bite, but it also seemed that he could only cherish them gently.

When Bibi Dong took the Snow Swan Kiss, the entire Angel Palace was filled with poisonous gas, making it difficult to see. Now, in the brightly lit room, with both of them fully conscious, they were both stained with vibrant colors, appearing ambiguous and alluring.

Bibi Dong gazed at him, her eyes clear and bright, like a bay reflecting the water's image, carrying a hint of something unusual.

(End of this chapter)