This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 887 - 453: Everyone's Showing Off—Except the Heavenly Emperor, Who's Getting Beat Up

"You... you dare insult the Supreme Lord!"

The Heavenly Emperor Indra was so furious at these words that his entire body trembled, and the Vajra Pestle in his hand began to flicker with electricity.

"You rebellious wretches by nature are destined to be a destroyed inferior race! Today, I shall, on behalf of the Heavenly Dao, completely purify you!"

"Purify us? Hahaha!"

The [Golden Eyes] Ming River finally spoke, his voice full of endless contempt and mockery.

"Indra, you conniving schemer who only got the position of Heavenly Emperor by opportunism, you presume to discuss the 'Heavenly Dao'?"

"Bah!"

"You... courting death!!!"

The disdain of [Golden Eyes] Ming River made Indra furious.

He let out an enraged roar, completely igniting the powder keg of this war.

"All troops, attack!"

"Kill all these clueless bastards for me!!!"

The two armies, representing the strongest forces of this realm, clashed violently!

The Heavenly Emperor Indra, wielding the "Vajra Pestle" which symbolizes thunder and authority, like a golden lightning bolt, charged straight towards the Asura King [Golden Eyes] Ming River, who was bearing the Divine Mountain.

However, his charge, determined to succeed, was intercepted mid-way by another equally fierce figure.

It was [Golden Eyes]'s younger brother, the second-most valiant in the Asura Clan—[Golden Bed]!

"Heavenly Emperor Indra! I have been training arduously, making considerable progress, and have long anticipated having a proper duel with you, the so-called Sovereign of the Three Realms!"

Accompanied by this laughter filled with endless excitement and rising battle intent, [Golden Bed]'s massive figure, like a blood-colored meteor, crashed boldly into Indra's Divine Domain.

The blood-colored battle halberd in his hand seemed extremely heavy, yet when swung, it was swift as the wind, mysterious as lightning.

The blade of the halberd glowed with blood light, as if millions of tormented souls from the Blood Sea were howling.

Every time it sliced through the sky, it carried deadly, dark red cold gleams capable of cutting through Laws, blocking and shredding all of Indra's attacks infused with Thunder Power!

These top-notch warriors from opposing camps thus began a thrilling, epic battle on this chaotic battlefield.

Indra, as the King of Gods and Sovereign of the Three Realms, naturally needed no doubts about the vastness of his Divine Power.

He raised his "Vajra Pestle," summoning endless thunderclouds from above the Nine Heavens.

"Thunder Emperor's Fury!"

As he lifted the Vajra Pestle high, in an instant, countless golden Divine Thunders as thick as barrels, like a torrential storm, gathered into a sea of thunder, pouring down towards [Golden Bed] below.

Every divine thunder contained the pure yang and firm power to purify all evil and destroy all stubborn enemies, with a might that could destroy any Great Thousand World.

However, faced with this world-destructive sea of thunder, [Golden Bed]'s face showed not a hint of fear, but rather an even more fervent smile.

"Well done!"

Not only did he not retreat, he surged upward against the pervasive sea of thunders!

The blood-colored Evil Qi around him condensed into a sinister armor seemingly forged from solidified blood, firmly protecting his body within.

The war spear in his hand transformed into a towering blood-colored tornado, chaotically stirring, engulfing each golden divine thunder that struck down, and then, with even more violent force, detonating and shredding them!

Thunder and bloodthirsty aura, two diametrically opposed yet equally dominant powers, engaged in the fiercest collisions, confrontations, and annihilations in the sky.

The dazzling light blinded countless heavenly gods and Asuras engaged in battle, temporarily robbing them of their sight.

The deafening roar made the entire battlefield fall temporarily deaf.

Ring after ring of visible, destructive energy shockwaves, with the two combatants as the center, frantically spread to the four corners.

Whether it was the dignified heavenly gods or the fiercely fearless Asuras, as long as they were grazed by this shockwave, they would instantly be shattered into the most primal, meaningless energy debris, alongside their souls and magic treasures.

A single failed strike, a flicker of gravity crossed Indra's eyes.

He realized that this Asura before him was even more powerful and difficult than he had imagined.

"Eye of the God King! Insight into all phenomena!"

The divine eye on Indra's forehead suddenly opened, a golden divine light, like a searchlight, locked onto [Golden Bed]'s figure, attempting to discern all his flaws and weaknesses.

At the same time, the Vajra Pestle in his hand did not move grandly, but instead turned into thousands of fine, rain-like lightning snakes, shooting towards [Golden Bed]'s vital areas from all cunning angles.

However, [Golden Bed]'s combat instincts seemed to be a beastly intuition refined over millions of years in colossal battles of corpses and the Blood Sea.

He didn't need to use his eyes to see, nor his divine thought to sense.

Just relying on that perilous, primal sense, he could preemptively predict all of Indra's attack trajectories.

The war spear in his hand moved seamlessly, like a massive blood-colored grinding plate, grinding and crushing every thunder snake that shot toward him.

"Too slow! Too slow! Indra!"