Above the God Forbidden Land, divine power churned and surged.
"Asura Blood Sword!"
Tang San shouted low, and the sword light swelled dramatically, its might seeming capable of splitting heaven and earth in two.
He had skipped straight to the part where there were no regrets.
It was not because he had become angry from embarrassment after his proposal for a wager was rejected. Rather, Tang San knew full well how grave the situation was.
His earlier harsh words, claiming that he alone could take down the God of Destruction, had merely been bravado.
Only when they truly fought did he realize how immense the pressure was.
Merely facing him, the pressure the God of Destruction exuded was as suffocating as the coils of a python, making Tang San recall his battle with the Mandala Snake during his childhood.
Back then, he had been able to use Hidden Weapons to kill a Mandala Snake with greater cultivation than himself.
But now, Hidden Weapons were completely useless.
No matter how superb Tang San's skill in crafting Hidden Weapons was, he could not create one at the level of a Super Divine Artifact. Thus, the only thing he could rely on now was the Asura Demonic Sword in his hand.
It was not time to despair yet!
Tang San's expression suddenly turned cold.
Although he had reached a partnership with the Golden Dragon King, he did not want to end up mutually destroyed unless absolutely necessary.
What if?
What if he could take down Destruction?
The fighting intent in his heart grew increasingly blazing, while the killing aura around Tang San became even sharper, as though it would tear apart the sky itself.
"Die!"
Tang San let out a skyward roar, his entire body turning into a streak of blood-red light that