"Angel Sacred Sword!"
Qian Daoliu was equally stirred. The massive angel phantom raised its sacred sword to face the Clear Sky Hammer head-on.
Two powerful auras at the demigod level clashed, and the shockwaves they unleashed were so intense that weaker Soul Masters did not even dare approach. The people below were left staring in stunned silence.
This was a contest between the two peaks of the Soul Master World, standing above all Soul Masters on the continent.
Qian Daoliu moved with incredible speed, like a platinum streak of light darting back and forth. The Angel Light Sword in his hand showed no mercy, every strike aimed directly at a vital point.
Tang Chen met each attack without falling into a disadvantage, seeming to have regained some of his former self.
The battle dragged on bit by bit.
With two Soul Cores, Qian Daoliu grew fiercer the longer he fought. Even though his Soul Power expenditure was immense, the Soul Cores could slowly replenish it, leaving his reserves far greater than Tang Chen's.
Tang Chen was already beginning to struggle.
Having been parasitized by the Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King for decades, the deadly poison of Bloody Mary had long seeped into his bones. His body had already been drained beyond repair.
Now that the Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King was dead, his already shattered body simply could not withstand demigod-level power. His meridians were gradually reaching their limit.
Yet he did not feel afraid. The moment he learned that he had been rescued, he had already known that death was inevitable.
To him, this was a release. He would rather die fighting at Qian Daoliu's hands than continue to suffer humiliation as the Slaughter King.
"Ah, not being able to fight you at your peak is still a regret after all."