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Meanwhile, in the Man Gu Tribe of the Asura Clan, dust swirled in the air as the scorching sun beat down on the earth, making it feel as though even the air was on fire.
This was a world where strength was revered; the strong were admired, while the weak were trampled like ants.
The frail Lian Ma bent over, sweat pouring down like rain as he struggled to carry heavy stones. His figure appeared particularly thin among the many Asura Clan members. His name seemed to reflect his frailty, for in the Asura Language, it meant "gentle breeze."
Lian Ma's arms were slender, and his skin was darkened and scarred from years of hard labor. Yet, there was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if he felt no fatigue at all. However, in this world where strength ruled, his weakness made him a laughingstock in the eyes of others.
"Hey, Lian Ma! With those skinny arms and legs of yours, can you even lift that? Don’t throw your back out!" mocked a muscular young man from the Asura Clan, his laughter booming like a boulder rolling down a hill, filled with malice.
"Hahaha! Yes, Lian Ma, you should stick to embroidery; this kind of work isn’t suited for you!" another even stronger young man chimed in, their eyes brimming with contempt and disdain.
The surrounding Asura Clan members joined in the laughter, their jeers cutting into Lian Ma's heart like sharp blades. In this society where power was everything, his frailty seemed like an original sin that subjected him to endless ridicule and bullying.
Lian Ma gritted his teeth, enduring the humiliation and anger boiling within him. He knew that tears and complaints were useless here; only strength could earn him respect.
His gaze pierced through the mocking crowd and settled on the distant towering mountains, a surge of inexplicable impulse and desire rising within him. Soon, very soon it would be time for the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony; then I will surely astonish everyone. One day, I will show you that being weak does not mean being powerless.
Lian Ma silently vowed to himself, a determined glint shining in his eyes. Just then, a hurried set of footsteps broke through the laughter and commotion around him. An Asura Warrior rushed over, his face filled with urgency and panic.
The New Shura King is coming! Everyone, prepare to welcome him! The warrior's voice thundered like a storm, instantly silencing the once-boisterous tribe.
Everyone knew that the arrival of the New Shura King often brought with it harsh trials and potential punishments. As the warrior shouted, the entire Man Gu Tribe seemed to be struck by an invisible force, the noise dissipating into a heavy silence.
All eyes involuntarily turned towards the entrance of the tribe, where the New Shura King slowly stepped in. His presence was like dark clouds obscuring the sun, casting a shadow of oppression and unease over the entire tribe.
The New Shura King was draped in a magnificent black robe, adorned with intricate and eerie patterns. Each step he took seemed to follow a rhythm known only to him, sending chills down spines. His tall frame was strikingly thin, as if every inch of his skin concealed explosive power.
Most striking of all was the mask on his face, crafted from a mysterious metal that glimmered with a ghostly light. It was carved with a fierce, ghastly visage. Beneath the mask, only a pair of deep-set eyes were visible, shimmering with a haunting glow that seemed capable of piercing into the deepest fears of any soul.
Lian Ma stood among the crowd, his frail body trembling with excitement. He gazed up at this legendary figure, feeling both respect and curiosity swirling within him. But soon, he noticed something unusual about the mask worn by the New Shura King; a drop of blood had fallen from it.
Had he killed someone? This thought puzzled him, especially in the Asura Clan where revealing one's true face was considered an honor; such behavior felt particularly out of place. A wave of inexplicable doubt surged within Lian Ma, but he dared not show it. Instead, he focused intently on observing this enigmatic New King.
Just as he pondered this, he realized that the Asura King's gaze was fixed upon him. Lian Ma jumped in fright and quickly lowered his head.
The spectacle surrounding the New Shura King was astonishing. Behind him followed a squad of elite guards, each clad in silver armor and wielding gleaming spears. Their synchronized steps resembled shadows of death that instilled fear in anyone who dared to look.
With each step the New King took, he seemed to intentionally or unintentionally release an invisible pressure that made the surrounding air feel heavy and breathing difficult.
"How is the construction of the altar progressing?" The Asura King's voice was deep and powerful, echoing like ancient thunder across the tribe.
His tone carried no hint of emotion but sent a chill up everyone’s spine. The foreman responsible for the altar's construction hurried forward and knelt on the ground, trembling as he replied.
"Great King, the altar is nearing completion. We only await the final sacrificial offering before we can hold the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony."
The Asura King nodded slightly, and a glimmer of satisfaction seemed to flash in his crimson eyes beneath the mask.
"Remember, the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony cannot afford any mistakes; your life will be the price for any error."
The Foreman trembled all over, repeatedly promising compliance as cold sweat dripped from his forehead like rain.
Lian Ma observed silently from the side, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him. He yearned to showcase his abilities during the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony to prove himself, yet he was deeply unsettled by the Asura King and the pact that loomed behind him. Especially that mask, which seemed to conceal some unspeakable secret.
Just then, the Asura King's gaze suddenly swept across the crowd and landed on Lian Ma. Those eyes seemed capable of piercing through everything, making Lian Ma feel an unprecedented pressure.
The Asura King stared at Lian Ma for a moment, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Lian Ma's heart raced; he looked at the hollowed area of the mask's mouth where that smile emerged, and an indescribable excitement surged within him. He thought this was a sign that he had caught the Asura King's attention. Perhaps his opportunity had finally arrived!
He envisioned himself shining brilliantly at the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, impressing everyone, even those who had once mocked him would be left speechless.
Suddenly, the Asura King took a step forward, each stride seeming to trample on Lian Ma's heartbeat as he walked past him. Lian Ma gazed up at this legendary figure with increasing awe and excitement, standing straighter as if to present his frail body as an unyielding monument.
However, the next words from the Asura King struck like a sharp blade, instantly shattering Lian Ma's exhilaration.
"Who brought this weakling? How can our tribe have so many useless individuals?"
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