Chen Xuan and Klais clashed once more.
But this time, the difference in strength was obvious at a glance!
With every strike, Chen Xuan's Human Emperor Sword grew stronger. It let out crisp dragon roars, as though rejoicing after drinking its fill of divine blood.
"Damn it!..."
Klais roared. His Divine Avatar grew increasingly dim as he fought wildly, drenched in blood.
He had exhausted every method at his disposal, yet he still was no match for Chen Xuan!
"Chi Ming, what are you standing there for? Help this god at once!"
Klais bellowed, his voice trembling.
He had never imagined that one day, he would be reduced to such a sorry state before a member of the Human Race.
At that moment, Chi Ming hesitated.
He was no fool!
Klais was clearly at the end of his tether. If he intervened, he might lose his life as well...
And while Chi Ming hesitated, Chen Xuan struck with lethal intent!
"Klais, today I, the Human Emperor, will use you to test my skills and unleash the second art of the Nine Arts of Sealing Gods—Three Thousand Dao Sword!"
As Chen Xuan spoke, Half-Origin Force surged out from within him.
"Buzz!..."
In an instant, an incomparably towering phantom appeared behind him. Its long robes fluttered in the wind, as though it had emerged from the Primordial Era.
A sword rested in the phantom's palm, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom. Three thousand Dragon-Shaped Runes were branded upon its blade, forming an inscrutable pattern that contained boundless profound truths and mysteries.
Though it was clearly only an illusory sword, it seemed to be the vessel of the Three Thousand Great Daos!
"Come, sword!"
Chen Xuan barked, and the illusory sword shot into his hand, resonating in perfect harmony with