The longer Fang Chen fought, the more he reveled in it. His newly acquired Sixth-Turn power rapidly grew more fluid through the life-or-death struggle.
The Eightfold Origin cycled endlessly.
The Floating Immortal Sword sang without pause, greedily devouring the shattered Order Spear Force and Law Fragments from every clash. It turned them into surging warmth that flowed back into its master. Even when Fang Chen took the Sixth-Turn Heavenly Slave's terrifying killing moves head-on, leaving his organs shaken and his Dharma Form cracked, he recovered most of the damage in an instant. His momentum even grew stronger.
The initial surprise in the Sixth-Turn Heavenly Slave's hollow eyes had given way to a cold, unthinking will to carry out his task.
His spearwork remained precise, efficient, and deadly. Every thrust targeted a node in the Dharma Form's flow of power or the trace of Fang Chen's true body. His Order Force seeped into every opening, trying to dismantle this unexpected variable.
The cracks in his Battle Armor slowly repaired themselves under the flowing radiance of order. But the tiny nicks the Floating Immortal Sword had left in his spear, along with the lingering Violet Thunder Baleful Intent and the corrosive Return-to-Ruin Power, meant his attacks were no longer as flawless as they had been at first.
If this goes on, I can hold out, but I won't be able to seriously wound him, let alone kill him!
At the heart of the Chaos Dharma Form, Fang Chen's thoughts raced.
His opponent was a true Sixth-Turn Heavenly Slave, with deep reserves and an unending supply of Order Force. He fought with extreme rationality and left almost no openings.
To win quickly, Fang Chen would have to take a risk and reveal a trump card.
A sharp light flashed in his eyes. A