838 Li Jun vs Di Jiaying (Finale)
Li Jun waved his hand to manifest a blood-red spear. And as soon as it appeared, Heaven and Earth suddenly changed. For a brief moment, the entire battlefield turned blood red.
Then, both sides of this battlefield had visions or illusions of them committing countless atrocious acts of mindless slaughter. Mostly everyone was fine since they were people with high Willpower and a solid state of mind, except for Gluttony.
The Slaughter Spear awakened an instinct or desire hidden deep in his soul; for a moment, he lost control of his mind as he almost gave in to the lust for mindless killing. Luckily for him, or maybe, sadly for him, Di Tian’s Soul Enslavement took effect and woke him up from this state.
Li Jun took the brunt of its attack as the person who summoned that spear, especially since the spear did not care for its owner. However, Li Jun was not affected in the slightest by the spear’s ability. On the contrary, his momentum rose just by being close to it.
‘This is not enough,’ thought Li Jun as he held the Slaughter Spear in his hand. His heart began to beat rapidly, creating sounds that even Di Jiaying could hear.
Li Jun’s Slaughter Heart then began to release a strange rhythm and power that resonated with the spear. Di Jiaying felt danger as the sonic waves from the heart bypassed her.
She rushed forward in a desperate attempt to stop what was happening. However, just like her bloodline transformation or activation, the process was instant and over before she succeeded.
Then, she watched the monstrosity before him.
Li Jun was no longer the previous Li Jun.
He now had four eyes stacked in a square shape, with two black horns coming from his head and a red ruby on his forehead. His skin was entirely red with purple-black claws. His armor was gone, turned into golden marks on his upper nude body that resembled tribal tattoos.
For armor, he only had the lower parts with bracelets on his wrists. He had no shoes or boots as his feet were on display: no, they were no longer feet but goat hooves with sharp claws.
The aura he released was primal, brutal, and bloodthirsty–especially when you gaze at its eyes. For a moment, Di Jiaying thought her opponent had lost himself amid that transformation and would not return.
As soon as someone laid eyes on this creature, they knew he was an apex predatory designed only for killing and slaughter. And its name also appeared in their minds.
“Asura,” said Di Jiaying with concentrated eyes. The Asura Clan was once one of the most powerful races in the Myriad Emperor World besides humans. They were a hierarchical species extremely united due to their worship of powerful people and desire for killing and slaughter.
At the peak of their power, they had 7 Great Emperors. But one day, the Asura Clan vanished from the annals of history, and no one knows why. Many people believed they joined the devil race and were one of the groups wiped out by Empress Wu.
Others believed they died from other causes. While a few historians theorized they died from fighting and killing each other. The majority of the populace did not accept this theory, given the countless records that indicated how united the Asura Clan was.
However, this theory was the closest to the truth.
The Asure Clan wanted to cultivate their first Eternal Emperor. So, they gathered 60% of their races and had them slaughter each other, leaving only one survivor.
The final winner was a peerless genius of their clan with unparalleled battle strength and mastery of Slaughter Dao. And their plan succeeded as that genius eventually proved the Dao and became an Eternal Emperor.
Unfortunately for them, their plan succeeded too well. This genius went on to slaughter all the remaining members of his clan to complete his Slaughter Dao and gather the bloodline of all the members of his clan.
After success, this genius became one of the few Eternal Supremes of the Myriad Emperor World. Sadly, after ascending, this genius tried to replicate something similar to a tribe of the Asura Clan in the upper dimension.
And the result was his absolute death as he was wiped out from history, leaving the mystery of the Asura Clan’s disappearance unknown and unsolved.
Di Jiaying looked at Li Jun’s Asura Form, and her mind rushed to remember everything she knew about the Asura Clan, which turned out to be not too many as she never had to pay too much attention to an extinct race.
She most remembered Asuras were excellent fighters that practiced Killing/Slaughter Dao. Their male members were considered ugly, while their females were considered one of the most beautiful races by human standards until they also transformed into their Asura Shape.
‘That ruby should be the War Talisman. Damn it, why did he have to be so powerful?’
Li Jun did not utter a word as he gazed at her like a hunter looking at its prey. He instantly appeared before her and plunged his claws into her heart—a repulsive force manifested before Di Jiaying, blocking his attack.
She used the rebound from the force to distance herself from him.
‘That repulsive force contained the power of Yin-Yang,’ analyzed Li Jun. ‘She has no such Dao. Plus, the fluctuations of Bloodline Ability.’
Li Jun moved forward a second time, and Di Jiaying wanted to respond. However, she found herself unable to move. Her mind filled with the idea that nothing mattered, so she did not have to move or do anything.
These ideas came out of nowhere and had no cause.
Di Jiaying even wanted to end all this suffering; it seemed the easiest choice than living every day with that feeling of emptiness.
‘Mental Illness is truly a scary thing,’ thought Li Jun. One of the most significant benefits of his Slaughter Dao was incorporating many of the ideas from his big brother’s past life.
‘I can’t push her desire for suicide any deeper as that could awaken her instinct for survival.’
Swish!
He waved his spear and cut off her head, destroying her soul in the process. Unfortunately, a black and white wheel manifested behind her, revering the concept of life and death.
A perfectly intact Di Jiaying appeared with fear in her eyes. She instinctively reacted and activated one of the most potent bloodline spells she had access to:
[Samsara Calling]
An enormous black and eerie door with strange designs appeared underneath Li Jun. Then, millions of black tentacles emerged from the door, binding him as they tried to drag him into the door.
‘Do you want to send me to the underworld?’ he calmly analyzed. The restraint on him was not weaker than his current form with barely 1-Root Strength felt immobilized.
“I am an Asura, born to slaughter all living beings in existence. So, whether they are Ghosts, Gods, Buddhas, and even Emperors, there is nothing we cannot kill,” muttered Li Jun as his spear pierced the door, destroying it in one hit.
He then gazed at his opponent.
‘Effective,’ he thought. His body had a natural charm or aura designed to affect his opponent’s mind; it awakened the fear deep in their minds and granted him an advantage in battle.
‘Her strength should be on par with mine, but her state of mind is rapidly collapsing; this is my chance.’
Li Jun stabbed Di Jiaying. However, there was no blood on the tip of his spear or any wound on her. But, an aura of helplessness and despair overwhelmed her.
‘Good, I’ve killed her dreams and hopes; this should further affect her state of mind and prevent any variables as I disposed of her.’
He stabbed his spear for the final time. This attack was odd as it contained no killing intent or desire–even though it targeted one of her special Killing Lines. Such an attack was a testament to Li Jun’s perfect control of his strength. Anyone under this attack would only feel like they were facing a needle.
This technique was dangerous as it prevented activating a cultivator’s danger sense. Li Jun knew that even in this state, Di Jiaying could still make a last-minute comeback and took precautions.
Unfortunately, it was not enough.
‘Noooo,” roared Di Jiaying, as the power of death hidden deep in her bloodline and her unwillingness to die awakened at the last minute. A Yin-Yang Shield surrounded her before she teleported to the Water Layer.
“I forfeit,” yelled Di Jiaying as soon as she arrived; her painting sounds echoing with the sounds of waves. A white light enveloped her, and she immediately left the battlefield.
“Not fighting until the last minute? Well, that’s understandable.’
He knew Di Jiaying’s circumstances. So, the word loyalty was never part of her vocabulary.
“That’s fine, too,” he muttered before ending his transformation.