Come to think of it, the System really was ahead of the curve.
All those beautiful women—lust-devil incarnations—moved with maximum seduction, their voices slipping out in soft, teasing moans. But with all the wives he already had, Ian wasn’t tempted in the slightest.
"Damn!"
Suddenly, Ian Song let out a startled shout.
It turned out the lust-devils, seeing that seduction had failed, dropped their disguises and attacked him outright.
Each lust-devil was hideous beyond belief—dark-skinned, faces covered in warty lumps. Just thinking about how he’d been groping them earlier made Ian feel sick.
These lust-devils were no pushovers—any one of them, if let loose, could wipe out a whole crowd of Upper Heavenly Gods.
But in front of Ian, they didn’t even count as a threat.
He finished them off in just a few casual moves.
At the same time, he found it odd. Back when Silverwing God-King faced his tribulation, the lust-devils retreated after failing to seduce him—so why did these ones attack Ian?
"Could it be...?"
A hint of worry crept into his heart. At the same time, as he finished the third round of the God-King Tribulation, another mysterious power surged into his body, condensing a tiny sprout within him.
"That’s the sapling of my God-King Dao!" Staring at the little sprout inside him, Ian suddenly understood: if he survived all nine rounds of the tribulation, this sapling would grow into his personal God-King Avenue.
The fourth round of the God-King Tribulation was brewing.
The air was thick with a heavy, dangerous tension. Ian felt vaguely uneasy.
"Heaven’s Will, huh!"
Ian glanced up at a patch of empty sky, sensing that somewhere in the void, a pair of giant eyes was watching him.
A few hours passed.
At last, the fourth round of tribulation finished brewing—a pocket world descended, trapping Ian inside.
His task was simple: kill every living being in the pocket world, then break through its boundary to escape.