Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo.

"Great-grandfather, are you saying that even if you are a demigod, you cannot kill Lu Mingfei? What about god-level power?"

When Tang San said this, everyone in the conference hall was stunned. They looked at each other and their eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, a demigod was no good, but what about a real god?

In the past, they would never have had such a thought, but Tang Chen just said that the inheritance of the Asura God is in the City of Slaughter.

As long as their Haotian Sect can possess a true god, even if they cannot defeat Lu Mingfei, they will at least be able to protect the continuation of the Haotian Sect.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of his nephews and nieces, Tang Chen nodded: "That's right, theoretically it is indeed so. Even in the God Realm, the Asura God is a top-tier existence. If someone can inherit the Asura God's position and become a god, they certainly won't be afraid of Lu Mingfei."

"There's no need to go to the City of Slaughter to find it at all. This inheritance is already in my hands. It's like being in a prime position to get it first."

Tang Chen's words instantly excited everyone in the Haotian Sect. They were actually so close to inheriting a divine legacy.

Tang San was so excited that he trembled all over. In terms of talent and bloodline, who else in the entire Haotian Sect was qualified to inherit the mantle besides him?

"Uncle, please see if Xiao'er is up to the task. If not, I will immediately gather all the core disciples of the younger generation of the sect for you to choose from. This inheritance is of utmost importance to the Haotian Sect," the Second Elder said anxiously.

But Tang Chen simply waved his hand and shook his head: "Do you think the succession of divine positions is child's play?"

"This inheritance is something I brought out from the City of Slaughter. The most basic condition for obtaining the inheritance is to clear the City of Slaughter and obtain the God of Slaughter Domain."

"So, as soon as I woke up, the most likely successor I thought of was Hao'er. But now Hao'er is gone. In the entire Haotian Sect, the only one who is still qualified is..."

Everyone in the meeting focused their attention on Tang San. Even though Tang San had done so many foolish things, his talent was undeniably the best among the younger generation of the Clear Sky Sect.

Even if they send disciples into the City of Slaughter now, is it possible for any of them to come out alive?

"Grandpa, Xiao San is indeed the only suitable candidate. Please give him a chance. He is the last hope of Haotian Sect," Tang Xiao pleaded.

He understood that Tang San's actions had greatly displeased Tang Chen, but whether for Tang Hao's last wish or for the future of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang San was the most suitable candidate.

"Great-grandfather, I know you have many misunderstandings about me, but please believe me. I have always regarded the sect as more important than my own life. This is my father's only wish, and I don't want to disappoint him." Tang San also kowtowed three times heavily, not caring at all about the blood flowing from his forehead.

The other elders remained silent; they had supported Tang San before, and they would continue to do so now.

Tang Chen sighed and shook his head: "If it were Hao'er back then, he definitely could have done it. As for you, give it a try."

Even after saying so many harsh words, Tang Chen still softened in the face of blood ties and family affection. As he was about to die, all he cared about was Poseidon and the Haotian Sect. He actually hoped that the descendants of the Haotian Sect could fulfill his long-cherished wish.

"Thank you, Great-Grandfather!" Tang San kowtowed again. What did it matter if he had mastered twin martial souls? The real opportunity to become a god was right in front of him!

"Don't be too happy yet. The one who can truly decide the test is the God of Asura, not me." Tang Chen shook his head slightly. He was not optimistic about whether Tang San could pass the test of the God of Asura.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Chen stood up and summoned his Clear Sky Hammer. The magnificent red magic patterns instantly illuminated the entire conference hall. Then, the Clear Sky Hammer melted like molten iron and transformed into the Asura Demon Sword, which was over two meters long.

Tang Chen slowly stepped forward and planted the sword in the floor of the conference hall: "This is the Shura Demon Sword, the exclusive artifact of the Shura God. It weighs 108,000 jin. If you can pull it out, it means that you have gained the approval of the Shura God and can inherit the position of the Shura God."

"108,000 jin, how could anyone possibly lift that?" Not only Tang Xiao, but the other elders exclaimed in surprise, saying that such a weight was simply impossible for a human to lift.

But at this moment, Tang San suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. He remembered the scene when Lu Mingfei asked them to draw their swords, and it was exactly the same as now.

"Only a peerless Douluo can lift this sword by brute force, so the key is to gain the approval of the God of Asura. He is the God of Slaughter and only recognizes the strong. You have twin martial souls, so perhaps you have a slight chance."

Chapter 250 A Shattered Dream

"Draw your sword."

Tang San's initial excitement and exhilaration suddenly turned into trepidation and unease.

"You lack the capacity to become a strong person."

He suddenly remembered a sentence that his father had relayed to him, a sentence that Lu Mingfei had said.

It was as if Lu Mingfei had foreseen today's outcome from that very day.

"No, I don't believe it! I can definitely pull out this sword today, and I will become a god in the future! I will definitely become a strong person!" Tang San clenched his fists instantly, his eyes becoming unusually firm and even crazy.

Drawing this sword signifies that he will bid farewell to all his past misery, rise from the ashes, and even be able to trample Lu Mingfei under his feet.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot lose, he absolutely must pull out this sword, and he must go to the Star Dou Great Forest to snatch Xiao Wu back and prove his sincerity to her.

At this moment, no one spoke in the conference hall; there was only deathly silence. Under everyone's gaze, Tang San stepped forward step by step, stretched out his hands, and gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The icy metallic touch traveled through Tang San's palm, as if he were holding a piece of ancient ice, and the bone-chilling cold instantly made his whole body tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a rapid red light flashed in his eyes, and an incomparably domineering killing intent burst forth, almost materializing.

This was genuine god-level killing intent. The moment the aura flowed out, Tang San's Killing God Domain was activated. As for Tang Xiao and the other elders, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Tang San's Killing God Domain was instantly melted into nothingness in the face of this killing intent, like beeswax falling into a campfire.

The next moment, Tang San saw a raging sea of ​​blood.

In the center of this endless sea of ​​blood, a colossal figure stood tall and imposing. He was clad in dark red armor, leaning on a heavy sword, and exuded an awe-inspiring and unpredictable aura, clearly none other than the Asura God.

Tang San stared blankly upwards. The next moment, the Asura God looked down at him. The instant Tang San met those blood-red eyes, countless memories of the past rushed over him like a surging tide.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but it felt like he had experienced his entire life all over again. Tang San stood up with cold sweat dripping down his body, staring at the Asura God in front of him.

He wanted to ask something more, but the next moment, the majestic voice of the Asura God shook the entire sea of ​​blood.

"With your meager stature, you dare stand before me? Get out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​blood churned violently, and a towering wave crashed down, instantly slamming Tang San into the seabed.

Tang San stared wide-eyed as he watched helplessly as he was engulfed by an endless sea of ​​blood and sank into an endless abyss.

All his resentment and anger vanished without a trace, like a string of bubbles sinking to the bottom.

"No!"

Inside the conference hall, everyone only saw a flash of red light on the sword, and Tang San's figure was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Tang Chen wore a disappointed expression, as if he had expected it.

Tang Xiao immediately helped Tang San up, while the other elders only showed disappointment on their faces.

How could such a monstrous hybrid of human and beast possibly satisfy the gods?

Tang San was helped up by Tang Xiao, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. He struggled to break free from Tang Xiao's arm and rushed to the sword, gripping the hilt once more.

But this time, there was no change on the sword. All Tang San received in response was its immense weight. Even with all his strength, he could not budge the Asura Demon Sword in the slightest.

Seeing Tang San's clown-like, insane behavior, Tang Chen flashed forward and instantly subdued Tang San.

Just now, he also felt the anger from the Asura Demon Sword. Clearly, Tang San's temperament and aptitude were not worthy of the Asura God's attention.

"No!"

As Tang Chen retrieved the Asura Demon Sword, Tang San knelt heavily on the ground, his eyes glazed over. He felt as if he had lost something incredibly important, a loss that was even more painful than losing Xiao Wu.

"Enough! Xiao'er, take him away. Don't embarrass him any further!" the Second Elder shouted angrily. They weren't here to see Tang San make a fool of himself.

Tang Xiao nodded. He could see that everyone was disappointed in Tang San. Without offering any further explanation, he immediately led Tang San away from the conference hall. Staying there would only be embarrassing and serve no purpose.

"Uncle, how exactly can we inherit the Divine Trial? How about sending Xiao'er to the City of Slaughter to obtain the God of Slaughter Domain?" The Second Elder quickly spoke up. Even Tang San had failed; their Clear Sky Sect was probably truly at its wits' end.

"Forget it. Even if Xiao'er can get out of the City of Slaughter, it won't help. He can even give up the woman he loves to his brother. Just like Xiao San, he doesn't have enough courage. The God of Asura won't choose him as his successor." Tang Chen shook his head.

Everyone understood that the strong person Tang Chen spoke of was not only one with physical strength, but also one with a strong mindset; neither could be lacking.

Tang San had been driven to the brink of collapse by Lu Mingfei on several occasions, and their previous scheme to have Xiao Wu sacrifice herself only exacerbated Tang San's mental state.

"As expected, he's a piece of trash. He can't even handle the slightest setback. No wonder Lu Mingfei said he didn't have the potential to become a strong person. He was destined to be useless from the very beginning." Seeing that Tang San was completely useless, the Seventh Elder finally stopped swallowing his anger.

He increasingly felt that Tang San was a jinx. Without him, the Blue Silver Emperor would not have been discovered, Tang Hao would not have fought with the Spirit Hall, and none of this would have happened. Perhaps they would even have a god by now.

"The magnanimity of a strong person." Upon hearing this, Tang Chen felt a faint sense of agreement. "That's enough. Bring me all the information about Lu Mingfei. The Haotian Sect absolutely cannot be destroyed like this."

"Yes!" No one dared to say another word. The Second Elder immediately brought up all the information about Lu Mingfei that Tang Hao had left behind, as well as that held by Yuexuan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the Heavenly Dou Royal Family.

Tang Chen frowned as he watched Lu Mingfei's journey from Notting Academy to the Soul Master Competition, and then watched his great-grandson act like a clown, trying to make an enemy of Lu Mingfei.

The difference between people is even greater than the difference between people and pigs. Even he was starting to wonder if Tang San was a jinx sent by God to destroy the Clear Sky Sect.

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Regardless of how lively things were at the Haotian Sect, Lu Mingfei hid in the deserted mountains for two days, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one from the Star Dou Great Forest had come looking for him.

Being confessed to by a god-level female dragon is more stressful than Mount Everest. Fortunately, it's probably just a joke, otherwise Lu Mingfei really can't imagine himself becoming a dragon knight.

Absolutely!

After confirming that no one was following him, he set off for the Wuhun City Plain. Looking at the familiar giant city in front of him, he felt a mix of emotions.

He came to our door after only a few days apart. Won't he make her think I'm pathetic?

"Halt! Show your warrant."

The knights at the city gate stopped Lu Mingfei. Wuhun City is the headquarters of Wuhun Hall. Under normal circumstances, a warrant is required to enter or leave when there are no events being held.

Lu Mingfei, of course, did not possess such a thing; he merely revealed his signature pair of golden eyes.

"Please inform the Holy Maiden that Lu Mingfei has come to visit and has important matters to discuss."

"Lu Mingfei!" All the knights at the city gate couldn't help but exclaim. The Soul Master Competition three years ago was still being talked about today.

With such a distinctive golden-eyed martial soul, no one could mistake it.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Lu Mingfei, we will go and inform him immediately." The knight quickly bowed and went to report.

A moment later, a cardinal guarding the city gate came to confirm Lu Mingfei's identity and then personally led him toward the Papal Palace.

Lu Mingfei came here to remind Qian Renxue of the news that Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect had returned. He was also a Divine Examiner and even possessed demigod-level cultivation. The Spirit Hall must prepare in advance.

Chapter 251 Where did this pretty boy come from?

Sunlight shines on the colorful glazed tile roof, making the entire Papal Palace appear radiant and magnificent.

This was Lu Mingfei's second time standing in front of this building. Because of his improved strength, he was less apprehensive and more composed than before.

"Please wait a moment." The cardinal led him into a side reception room to wait.

Lu Mingfei nodded, casually found a chair and sat down. He had to admit, it was indeed the territory of the number one charlatan on the mainland; it was grand in every way.

Meanwhile, inside the main papal palace, Bibi Dong was reviewing reports on the earth-shattering battle that had broken out two days earlier on the northwestern edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Four years ago, the battle for the Beast King in the central region shook the entire continent, and the impact of this battle is far more terrifying than that of four years ago.

Many people witnessed the arrival of the colossal dragon, which was thousands of meters long. What troubled her even more was that, in addition to the dragon spirit beast in the Star Dou Great Forest, there were two other forces that were evenly matched with it.

The location of Wuhun City is not far from the Star Dou Great Forest. As a Rakshasa God Examiner, Bibi Dong could clearly sense that it was definitely a collision of god-level power. Both sides were stronger than that guy Qian Daoliu.

In particular, one of the auras made even her Killing God Domain tremble. Without a doubt, it was the legendary inheritance of the Asura God, which was the nemesis of the Rakshasa God she had inherited.

Bibi Dong felt that this world was utterly absurd. First, Qian Renxue awakened the Nine Trials of Angels and progressed rapidly.

Then another Heavenly Rakshasa appeared, and her progress in the divine examination far surpassed that of her Asura successor.

Furthermore, a demigod-level true dragon soul beast appeared in the Star Dou Great Forest, thwarting her plan to hunt for a 100,000-year soul ring.

In addition, there is a hidden power that has also reached the level of a demigod, but whose identity is unknown.

When exactly did the situation on the entire Douluo Continent become so incomprehensible to her?

It was said that only one god-level expert would appear every tens of thousands of years, but in the past few years, they've been popping up one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

And it just so happens that he deliberately goes against her when he's about to carry out his plan, right?

"Teacher." Hu Liena looked at the report that Bibi Dong had crumpled into a ball and spoke cautiously in a soft voice: "Teacher, Lu Mingfei just came alone and wanted to meet the Holy Maiden. He said he had important matters to discuss. Someone has already gone to inform the Elder Hall."

Since the end of the Soul Master Competition three years ago, Hu Liena has been taken in as a disciple by Bibi Dong, serving by her side and assisting Bibi Dong in managing the Spirit Hall.

"Lu Mingfei? What's he doing here?" Bibi Dong frowned slightly. When did their Spirit Hall get such a good reputation? A young genius dared to come alone. Wasn't he afraid that they would play some tricks?

"He disappeared for three years, so why would he suddenly come looking for the Holy Maiden?"

As soon as she spoke, Bibi Dong suddenly thought of Qian Renxue's recent outing. Could it be related to this Lu Mingfei?

"Nana, summon him here. I want to hear what he has to say to the Holy Maiden," Bibi Dong said, her tone somewhat cold.

"Yes." Hu Liena bowed and then turned to leave, heading towards the reception room.

She still remembers that final match where she was swept aside by Lu Mingfei in one move. More than three years have passed, and under Bibi Dong's careful guidance, she has become a Soul Emperor. How strong must Lu Mingfei be now?

Lu Mingfei was sipping his tea when he heard footsteps at the door. He quickly put down his teacup, wiped his mouth, and was surprised to see not Qian Renxue, but another familiar face—Hu Liena.

When he saw the other person, Lu Mingfei subconsciously smiled and scratched his head. His only interaction with this member of the Golden Generation was casually clearing out a wave of elite monsters. Now that they met, he felt a little awkward.

Seeing Lu Mingfei scratching his head, Hu Liena's resentment instantly vanished. This guy's smile is so silly! Is he really the same person who defeated them with such power before?

However, she quickly regained her senses.

“Lord Lu Mingfei, His Holiness the Pope has instructed me to take you to see her.”