"Clear Sky Clan dares collude with traitors, attempting rebellion and treason, and still dares to slander His Highness the Crown Prince?
Such insolence deserves only death!
I, Ye Yu, hereby pronounce judgment: you shall be executed by Heaven's Thunder!"
At the gates of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Tang Chen and Tang San were bound aloft by countless colossal roots of crystal-blue silver, woven into a massive pillar that pierced the skies.
Ye Yu's handsome features were filled with majesty and cold indifference as he delivered his verdict.
The next instant, two purple, four black, and three red Spirit Rings—nine in total—rose in succession from beneath his Blue Silver Spirit Jade Tree Martial Soul, encircling his body.
The third ring lit up at once.
Third Spirit Ability: Tribulation Ascension!
In that moment, dark clouds surged from all directions, blotting out the sun.
Bolts of lightning as thick as water barrels roared within the clouds like enraged thunder dragons, echoing with deafening booms.
It was as if the apocalypse itself had descended.
Of course, Ye Yu could have slain Tang Chen and Tang San with ease.
For instance, when he activated his second Martial Soul, the Spirit Eyes, and unleashed the First Spirit Ability: Spiritual Interference Domain, he could have layered it with the First Spirit Ability: Soul Shock.
With his tri-core fusion condensed into a Golden Core, his soul had already undergone a qualitative transformation—surpassing even ordinary gods in both depth and magnitude of spiritual power.
With such might, he could have shattered their souls directly, exploding their heads on the spot.
But Ye Yu did not.
For in his eyes, neither Tang Chen nor Tang San were worthy of being his true opponents.
The reason they had rushed to the palace today to obstruct Qian Renxue's ascension was undoubtedly due to the interference of the Asura God.
And only the Asura God was a foe worthy of Ye Yu's concern.
Thus, Ye Yu chose to bind Tang Chen and Tang San within the towering crystalline roots of the Blue Silver Spirit Jade Tree, raising them high into the heavens to await his declared judgment—the Tribulation Ascension.
It wasn't simply to execute them.
He was baiting the Asura God to reveal himself.
For now that Ye Yu had forged eleven Spirit Cores and condensed the tri-fusion Golden Core, he no longer feared the gods of the Divine Realm—Asura God included.
At this moment, Ye Yu wanted to declare to the world: he no longer ate beef.
Asura God… let's see if you dare descend. Let's test your strength. I want to know just how mighty a so-called God King truly is!
As the clouds above churned like a sea of ink, thunder dragons tore across the heavens, roaring their challenge.
Ye Yu's cold smile carried a trace of anticipation.
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm.
Inside the Asura God's temple, through a scrying window of void, the Asura God gazed down at Ye Yu—surrounded by nine crimson Spirit Rings, his Blue Silver Spirit Jade Tree wreathed in two purple, four black, three red rings.
The Asura God's face grew ugly, his fury threatening to erupt.
Damn it! What is this child?! What kind of monster has been born in the mortal world?!
Even if he possessed twin Martial Souls, for a secondary Martial Soul to absorb a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring at its very first ring was already beyond reason.
But how could this blue crystalline tree Martial Soul also absorb a thousand-year Spirit Ring as its first? That should be his first Martial Soul!
And that eighth Spirit Ring on the blue crystal tree... it's probably over a million years old!
Unacceptable! Has someone deliberately chosen this brat to humiliate me?
Rage and unwillingness roiled within the Asura God's mind. Images of the other four God Kings flashed through his thoughts—God of Destruction, Goddess of Life, Goddess of Kindness, and Evil God.
Finally, his suspicions narrowed upon the Goddess of Life.
The overwhelming vitality radiating from Ye Yu's Blue Silver Spirit Jade Tree was unmistakably of her origin.
If any god had chosen this boy, it could only be her.
But the Goddess of Life's nature was not one to scheme against him. Even if she had chosen Ye Yu, she would have bestowed the Divine Nine Trials, and Ye Yu would carry her divine aura.
Yet Ye Yu bore no such trace.
Damn it! Damn it all!
The Asura God seethed with fury, tempted to descend, strike Ye Yu dead, and ruin Qian Renxue's coronation so the prophesied future would never come to pass.
But compared to the third-generation God-King Tang (Tang San), the Asura God still lacked the courage to personally intervene.
If he descended openly and was discovered, the ridicule of the other gods would be unbearable.
Back in Heaven Dou City.
Ye Yu's Blue Silver Spirit Jade Tree completed the charge of its Third Spirit Ability: Tribulation Ascension.
Bolts of thunder as thick as dragons roared down from the churning stormclouds.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
Each strike fell upon Tang Chen and Tang San, wracking their bodies with agony.
Their screams echoed through the skies, yet resistance was futile.
One by one, the heavenly bolts reduced them to charred husks.
In mere moments, they burst apart into fragments of blackened ash, raining down upon the palace gates like a storm of cinders.
"Ha. So the Asura God is nothing but a cowardly rat after all."
Even as Tang Chen and Tang San were annihilated, the Asura God never descended.
Ye Yu shook his head with scornful laughter.
Yet the instant the two were slain, his eyes narrowed.
Their souls had vanished.
The Asura God had intervened after all—spiriting their souls away at the final moment.
But that was all he dared.
How pathetic.
Compared to his successor, God-King Tang, ten thousand years later—who, as Asura's heir, dared descend in person to threaten Juzi of the Sun-Moon Empire into halting her conquest and renaming her empire to Heaven Dou—the current Asura God fell far short.
At the palace gates, disguised Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall serving as guards were struck speechless.
What they had just witnessed was terrifying beyond words.
The end-time thunderclouds summoned by Ye Yu's Tribulation Ascension had shaken their souls.
And the former Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen—reputedly invincible upon the continent, a man even the Grand Priest could not best—had perished like an insect before Ye Yu.
Yet Ye Yu was barely thirty years old.
To wield such unimaginable power at such an age…
Was he even human?
Not long after, Qian Renxue rushed to the scene with a troop of guards, alarmed by the upheaval.
Before even reaching the palace gate, she could see it—the colossal crystalline pillar piercing the sky, the storm of black clouds and endless lightning like the end of days.
From afar she had heard the anguished cries beneath the thunder, but could not tell whose they were.
Arriving at the gates, she called out in haste:
"Ye Yu! What happened here just now? Was someone trying to force their way into the palace?"