The moment his palm touched the Asura Divine Sword, Zhao Xuan sensed an immensely powerful force of rejection from it. A Divine Artifact possessed a spirit; this meant it did not acknowledge Zhao Xuan and did not believe he could wield it.
However, when Divine Slaughter's Domain unfolded and the aura of the Asura God enveloped the Asura Divine Sword, it immediately began to tremble. It seemed to be excited, cheering, and Zhao Xuan easily lifted it.
The blood-red patterns resembled flowing veins, a horrifying sight, yet the power erupting from it made Zhao Xuan shudder.
The radiance of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe illuminated heaven and earth. Under the corrosion of its purple-black evil aura, the surrounding plants began to wither at a visible speed, and even the air became unbearably murky.
Zhao Xuan instinctively raised the Asura Divine Sword and poured Soul Power into it. The divine sword resisted slightly, but still absorbed it. Then, a hundred-zhang blood-red light bloomed from the blade, piercing through heaven and earth. Bloodlust began to spread, colliding with the purple-black evil aura.
"Bang!"
A tremendous boom resounded through the skies. Dense killing intent burst from Zhao Xuan and Bibi Dong, carrying an extreme chill. Anyone caught within it would feel as though they had been thrown into the depths of winter, the biting cold seeping into their bones as if it could freeze even their souls.
Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo retreated again and again, gradually withdrawing several thousand meters from the battlefield. The vast Heaven Gate Pass had completely become a battleground. Every building within the city collapsed beneath the two forces, reduced to ruins.
Their scalps tingled as they swallowed hard, certain of one thing: this level of battle was indeed beyond their ability to join.
The battle between the two continued.