Eighth-Order Asura, Die!

Inside the karst cave, Thunder Light and Dark Red Psionic Energy collided and intertwined, splitting the entire space into alternating halves of light and darkness.

Salar lowered his head to look at his empty right hand. The dark red longsword that had accompanied him for decades had already shattered into fragments scattered across the charred rocks.

His fingers still curled and stretched instinctively, as though trying to hold on to something already gone.

But Salar was, after all, an Eighth-Order Holy Blood Asura.

After only a few breaths, he came back to his senses. His scarlet eyes suddenly lifted and fixed on Qin Tian, flames of rage and killing intent burning in their depths.

"You think that without my sword, I can't kill you?"

Salar's voice was as low as rolling thunder, echoing through the karst cave.

He took a deep breath. Dark Red Psionic Energy within him surged wildly like a burst dam, thoroughly awakening the power belonging to the ancient Asura within his bloodline.

"Asura Battle Body—activate!"

With a furious roar, Salar's body began to expand violently.

Unlike Osar, Salar's Asura Battle Body was more mature—and far more terrifying.

In a short time, his body swelled to over three meters tall. His muscles looked forged from steel, every one brimming with explosive strength. Dense dark red patterns emerged across his skin, moving over his body like living creatures and radiating a suffocating murderous aura.

Three heads grew from his shoulders. The one in the center wore a savage expression, its fangs exposed; the head on the left had its eyes shut, yet emitted strange mental fluctuations; the head on the right stared wide-eyed, blood-colored flames burning within its pupils.

Six arms extended from beneath his ribs. Each one was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, their fists clenched