"You, you, you've already..."
Qian Daoliu found Tang Chen's words hard to believe—or rather, almost impossible to imagine. This powerful old rival, this mighty Tang Chen, was actually about to reach the end of his road.
With his back to everyone, Tang Chen sighed. "Life is nothing more than an illusion. Being too obsessed with something will ultimately make it as fleeting as flowers reflected in a mirror or the moon reflected in water, like a dream. I pursued godhood, never realizing that my excessive obsession would allow the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts to take advantage of me. In the end, I fell into this state..."
As he spoke, crimson light surged in his hand. The Clear Sky Hammer transformed into the Asura Divine Sword it had been at the beginning, and his entire aura grew even sharper.
"Qian Daoliu, you Spirit Hall people came to Slaughter City. Surely you didn't come all this way out of the goodness of your hearts just to help me!"
Tang Chen turned around. His aura grew increasingly powerful and terrifying. Even Qian Renxue could not help showing a grave expression. It was difficult to imagine that an ordinary mortal who had yet to become a god could possess such formidable might.
Gu Sheng calmly spoke from the side. "There is the Asura God's inheritance and the power of the Rakshasa Divine Sense within Slaughter City. With such a great treasure hidden right under Spirit Hall's nose, of course we couldn't let it slip away."
"You want the Asura Divine Sword!"
Tang Chen glanced at Gu Sheng. At first glance, he seemed like an ordinary Titled Douluo, merely somewhat young. No wonder he had been brought here. Yet after looking at him a few more times, Tang Chen felt that something was off, though