Legend of the Great Sage

derstood his value better than anyone else.
Battle Gods had to be bathed in blood as well for a chance to become a true Asura War God, and when it came to their opponents, there were only other Battle Gods apart from the Heaven realm.

If he had a general like him at the back, helping him command the army and gather the army qi, when he faced other Battle Gods, it would increase his chances of victory by thirty percent at the very least.

This is what the red heavens sent me! Nidaum praised the red sky as his gaze became even more fervent.

Rāhu Xiaoming turned around.
He had a bristly stubble and a weathered face, but his eyes continued to shine like stars.

At that instant, he actually gave Nidaum the impression that he was a Battle God who could stand on equal footing with him.

“Battle God Nidaum, you can call me ‘Ming’, or ‘king Ming’.”

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Rāhu Xiaoming had specially dropped the surname Rāhu, as well as the “Xiao” that Li Qingshan had forced on him, only keeping the “Ming”.
He made his subordinates call him “king Ming”.

In the blink of an eye, someone had forced the “little” back in front of his name, so he was very unhappy.

“King Ming! Wisdom King! How bold of you! Even I’m not brave enough to call myself that!” Nidaum mocked him.
“If it weren’t for your name, I would have never noticed you so quickly.”

A King of Brilliance, or a Wisdom King, was an extremely celebrated title in the Asura realm.

After undergoing the seventh heavenly tribulation and becoming a true god, asura would go to the Western Paradise, Sukhāvatī, and meet with the buddha in Great Thunderclap temple on Vulture peak.
Only after a series of tests could they earn the title Wisdom King.

By “ming”, it referred to wisdom and brilliance.
By king, it referred to those who reigned above all else.

The Wisdom Kings manifested with their wraths, protecting the buddhist dharma and frightening off the demons.
They represented the solemnity and dignity of buddhism.

An Asura Sovereign calling himself a Widsom King was equivalent to a Yang Soul cultivator calling himself a True Immortal.
It was so arrogant that it was almost beyond belief.

“How can a sparrow know the aspirations of a swan?” Rāhu Xiaoming answered indifferently.
He was just taking back everything that belonged to him.
Yeah, Li Qingshan had used that phrase plenty of times when he boasted.

“Impressive, very impressive.
I admire this part of you very much!”

“Why have you come, Battle God? Don’t tell me you’re preparing to take personal action?”

Nidaum cut straight to the chase.
“Yield to me! Your status will only be below mine.
I will even let you command the entire army.”

Rāhu Xiaoming raised an eyebrow as if he had never expected Nidaum to have this in mind.

He had just returned to the Asura realm.
His cultivation was no longer weak anymore, so he really had not encountered anyone who had the right for him to yield to yet.

If this were in the past, it went even more without saying.
As a god of the Rāhu clan, all asura were technically his subordinates.
He did not spend a lot of time fighting and struggling at the very bottom like a regular asura either.

Nidaum thought he was tempted.
He added to make him waver, “You’re still very young.
You need further consolidation and training.
Wage war with me and broaden your horizons.
It’ll only be a matter of time before you become a Battle God!”

This truly was the best choice to regular Asura Sovereigns, but to Rāhu Xiaoming, yielding would definitely weaken his fighting spirit.
What he lacked the most was time as well.
His mother could be paying attention here at any moment, and as a Rāhu, he definitely could not yield to another asura.

He smiled coldly.
“Even without you, I can still become a Battle God!”

Nidaum’s face sank, immediately becoming twisted and hideous.
“There are no Battle Gods that will permit a figure like you to rise up so easily.
Even if I have to take action personally today, I’ll keep you here!”

“You Battle Gods sure are stingy!” Rāhu Xiaoming sneered and shook his head.
“Though, I never expected that in the beginning.
So be it.
You can talk about it with my boss!”

“Boss!?” Nidaum furrowed his brows.
Was there supposed to be another Battle God behind him? That would make things troublesome.
He had to end the battle fast and take him down.

Right when he was prepared to strike, a man suddenly walked out from a dark corner in the tent, patting his chest.
“That’s right, it’s me!”

Nidaum was startled.
He actually failed to sense when this person had appeared.

Rāhu Xiaoming said, “You’re too slow! I had to blabber a bunch of nonsense to buy time.”

“Is that how you speak to your boss?”

“Spare the nonsense.
Can you or can you not?”

Rāhu Xiaoming questioned.
The difference between a mere Origin Soul and a Battle God was not just a little.

“As a man, there’s nothing I cannot!” Li Qingshan’s eyes flashed.
He pointed at Nidaum’s face and yelled, “Oi, grandsonny, before you wanted to take my little bro under your wing, did you ask me?”