dispute

"The lotus is pure, emerging from the mud without being stained; yet the Asura of the abyss has caused you to suffer sin—he deserves death!" Shanfatian sneered, secretly summoning his divine power. The barrier, which had been on the verge of breaking due to the internal impact, actually thickened again due to the boosted morale of the Celestial Clan soldiers.

"Indra, the god who is untainted by dust, as the royal bloodline of the heavenly realm, you should be admired by all the people, but you have fallen into depravity and associated with such a lowly person!"

"Now, raise your head and look towards me—your destination. As long as you are willing to look back, I will always be waiting for you."

Although Shanfatian's words sounded high-sounding, Indra just responded with a cold smile and said nothing.

A young blond youth stood amidst the chaos of the battlefield, his ornate robes unfurling, golden ears swirling. He faced the towering god before him, his eyes gleaming with dark gold, the silent burning of reason amidst restraint and forbearance.

Faced with this almost confessional call, Emperor Shitian remained humble, but his words were sharp as a knife: "You are too kind, Your Majesty."

He turned to the trapped Ashura and said in a slow and clear voice:

"Ashura and I have long since surpassed our enemies."

"Just like me and the Celestial Clan, we are no longer pure allies."

Shanfatian's expression changed, turning fierce. "Indra, I call your name, and you have the honor of being my follower. Otherwise, do you intend to betray the Celestial Clan and join forces with their enemy, the Asuras?"

As he finished speaking, the soldiers' swords changed direction, and half of them turned towards Indra. In their belief, Indra's royal bloodline was far inferior to the prestige that Shandharma had established over thousands of years.

At this moment, Shanfatian's eyes were burning with a determination to win, and he completely ignored Indra's gradually cold expression.

"Bang!" A loud noise echoed from the sky, and the remains of countless soldiers fell from the sky, raining blood. A red-haired war god, his body spitting fire, emerged from the sky and, the next moment, plummeted towards Shan Fatian like a meteorite.

The moment the two men collided, a massive shockwave spread to the surroundings, sending everyone flying. Even Emperor Shitian spat out blood and fell to the ground.

He put his hand over his mouth, but blood still gushed out, quickly soaking his holy robe, leaving spots of plum blossoms.

Indra squinted his eyes under the strong light, and seeing the current situation, he could guess that nothing could separate the two people who were fighting to the death.

"Asura, you can't start a war." Indra walked forward under pressure. His skin was scratched by the invisible wind blades, leaving tiny scars, but he still moved forward without hesitation.

"It was these despicable celestial beings who started the war! They are the ones who truly deserve to die!" Ashura said angrily.

Shan Fatian's scepter broke into two pieces with a "clink" sound, and he himself fell to the ground due to exhaustion of spiritual power.

At the same time, the other celestial beings who were in power were openly protecting Shanfa Tian, ​​but there was only fear in their eyes.

Shi Xingtian, dressed in a white cassock, stepped forward with his hands clasped together and said, "Ashura, you are now committing evil deeds in the Celestial Clan, harming innocent Celestial Clan members like us. Your sins are so grave that they are difficult to wash away."

"I disdain it," Ashura said. "To hell with your so-called history books."

"Asura, stop!" Indra stood in front of him.

"Are you going to be my enemy too?" Ashura's expression was complicated, a mixture of surprise, indifference, and confusion.

"I am saving you." said Indra.

"Stop pretending to be merciful here. If you are really a saint, why would you abandon me?" Ashura said.