Douluo Continent: The Golden List is Revealed, and the Holy Spirit Puni Subdues Evil Spirits

Chapter 7 Asura God: Comparing Tang San to Lin Tian is simply an insult to Lin Tian's talent.

"Impossible, he's already dead!"

After speaking to himself, he answered the sea god's question.

"His name is Lin Tian!"

The Asura God King's voice carried a hint of helplessness that was hard to conceal, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible, anger even crossed his eyes.

Poseidon raised an eyebrow, adopting a spectator's expression.

"Judging from your tone, you seem quite unhappy?"

"Lin Tian is so powerful, yet he can anger you, a God-King?"

Upon hearing this, the Asura God King fell into a moment of reminiscence, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on the Asura God Armor.

"His name is Lin Tian, ​​and he is the most outstanding figure in the Douluo Continent for thousands of years!"

"He is also the first Soul Master to refuse to inherit my divine position."

"In terms of talent, he can be called the greatest of all time."

"Oh? Rejecting you? That's interesting!"

The sea god became interested.

"I've never heard you mention it."

"For you to give such high praise, you must truly have exceptional abilities."

"How does it compare to Tang San?"

Upon hearing the name "Tang San," the Asura God King couldn't help but sneer.

"Comparing Tang San to him is an insult to Lin Tian's talent."

"If Lin Tian were still alive, I wouldn't bother competing with you for Tang San."

Poseidon was completely stunned.

He had never seen the Asura God King speak so highly of any lower-realm soul master.

It's worth noting that this God King even resorted to "tricks" in order to get Tang San to inherit the position of the Asura God.

This is enough to prove his recognition of Tang San's talent.

Unexpectedly, even in front of the so-called Lin Tian, ​​he was still no match, let alone belittled Tang San to the point of being worthless.

What do you mean?

Poseidon pressed on, completely piquing my curiosity.

The Asura God King lightly tapped the void with his fingertips and spoke slowly.

"Tang San spent two years in the City of Slaughter before he and that woman named Hu Liena broke through the Hell Road and obtained the God of Slaughter Domain, right?"

Poseidon nodded.

"That's right, that's already an extremely fast speed."

Do you know how many days Lin Tian stayed in the City of Slaughter?

The Asura God King extended two fingers.

"Two days."

"Two...two days?!"

Poseidon was speechless.

It's important to understand that breaking out of the City of Slaughter and obtaining the God of Slaughter Domain is extremely difficult.

After all, it was a trial ground personally established by the Asura God King, so you can imagine how rigorous it was.

Tang San's ability to successfully break out of that place after spending two years there already makes him a top genius.

It's important to know that there's an ironclad rule in the City of Slaughter—the use of soul skills is prohibited.

All assessments are based on the strength of the martial spirit itself and the combat skills of the soul master.

It can be said that to survive this perilous place, one's martial spirit must be among the best on the entire continent.

This is precisely the purpose of the Asura God in establishing this rule.

The successor he chooses must first and foremost be one of the most talented individuals on the continent.

Only in this way can one be qualified to inherit his divine position.

"Tell me in detail."

Poseidon urged, his eyes filled with urgency.

The Asura God King's thoughts drifted back to more than twenty years ago.

"That day, he stepped into the City of Slaughter for the first time."

The air in the killing city is perpetually filled with the stench of blood and decay.

The Soul Masters on the street all had fierce eyes, as if they would pounce on their prey at any moment.

Lin Tian was dressed in a simple white outfit, his tall and straight figure standing out from the surrounding darkness.

He walked straight to the registration desk, and his words surprised the elderly man in charge of registration.

"I want to achieve 100 wins."

Lin Tian's voice was calm and even.

"One thousand opponents at once."

Upon hearing this, the central square of the entire Killing City instantly fell silent.

The Soul Masters who were fighting stopped, and the desperate men who were drinking put down their wine cups.

All eyes were focused on the unfamiliar boy, their eyes filled with astonishment and mockery.

The City of Slaughter has existed for a thousand years, and never before has there been such an arrogant person. The Hundred-Victory Challenge is inherently difficult; ordinary Soul Masters fight battle after battle, resting after each victory to regroup before taking on the next one.

But "challenging a thousand people at once" means facing a thousand ruthless madmen without any chance to catch your breath!
The two are several times, or even dozens of times, more difficult!
This isn't a challenge, it's suicide!

Upon hearing this, the sea god was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

"This kid is too arrogant! Even Tang San didn't dare to do this back then, and he actually succeeded!"

The Asura God nodded noncommittally.

"This is one of the reasons why I say that Tang San is not even worthy of carrying Lin Tian's shoes."

"and after?"

Poseidon pressed on, his curiosity fully piqued.

The Asura God continued.

"After that... it naturally aroused public anger."

After all, his attitude of completely disregarding these ruthless soul masters was itself a provocation.

The scene that day was indeed as he described.

Countless Soul Masters were instantly enraged, each one eager to rush forward and tear this arrogant brat to pieces.

You have to understand, aren't all of them demons with blood on their hands?
Soul masters from the outside world were terrified and avoided them at all costs.

But Lin Tian, ​​on the other hand, dared to publicly declare that he would challenge all of them.

This is a blatant trampling of their dignity, a naked humiliation.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to cause trouble here?"

A burly man with a face full of scars suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his martial spirit blood blade faintly visible in his palm.

"I'll show you today what it means to wish you were dead!"

The surrounding Soul Masters echoed his sentiments, and their killing intent surged toward Lin Tian like a tidal wave.

“Things that don’t know the heights of heaven and earth!”

"I'm definitely going to chop him into mincemeat later!"

Just as the crowd was in a fit of rage and about to fight, a gray figure silently appeared in front of Lin Tian.

He is a killer.

She glanced at the clamoring crowd.

"He's still under protection; it's not your place to make a move."

"Ha, so they were just taking advantage of the newbie protection period!"

Someone sneered.

"Wait until today, and we'll see how we deal with you!"

"A kid who hasn't even grown a beard yet dares to challenge a thousand people? I think he's just here to die!"

Hearing the jeers rising and falling, Lin Tian slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the group of Soul Masters with ferocious eyes before him, a faint, cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"There should be about a thousand people in Calais present, right?"

He paused, his tone flat yet chilling.

"No refunds for excess, but we'll make up for any shortfall."

See you in the ring at this time tomorrow.

After saying that, he turned and left, his white coat drawing a clean arc in the wind.

The Slaughterer stood frozen, staring at his retreating figure.

Is this young man serious?

"A madman! Absolutely a madman!"

"Tomorrow I'll make him wish he were dead!"

The Slaughterer quickly caught up and stopped a few steps behind him.

"you……"

Lin Tian raised his hand to interrupt her, his voice remaining calm.

"No need for further words, I know what I'm doing."

The Slaughter Messenger, upon hearing this, dared not say anything more, only saying...

"Ok."

“But ‘one against a thousand’ is an unprecedented event in the City of Slaughter, and I need to ask my superiors for instructions.”

Lin Tian nodded slightly, watched her leave, and then muttered to himself.

"I hope it will work out."

His goal is very clear!
Within two days, conquer the City of Slaughter!
Not long after, news came that the King of Slaughter had agreed to this unprecedented challenge.

He also wanted to see what gave this new junior the audacity to say such a thing.

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

Even the rare King of Slaughter made a personal appearance, standing on the high platform.

On the arena, Lin Tian's gaze swept over the hundred Soul Masters surrounding him.

Their eyes blazed with undisguised murderous intent and cruelty, like a pack of hungry wolves about to pounce on their prey.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it carried a power that penetrated the heart!

"Slaughter City, don't disappoint me..."

(End of this chapter)