The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand hummed, and that profound hundred-thousand-year soul ring radiated a heart-pounding glow.
His aura was even more violent and savage than before, like a Primordial Fierce Beast that had completely broken free of its shackles!
The successive bloody battles and the dense killing aura of this place were frantically stimulating his potential.
Even as they healed his old wounds, they were also pushing him toward an even more dangerous state.
"Not enough! Still not enough!"
Tang Hao let out a beast-like growl, his crimson eyes sweeping over the desperate outlaws lurking nearby.
"Too weak! You're not even qualified to warm me up!"
"Hmph. What's the rush?"
A cold voice came from behind him.
Tang Chen emerged from the pervasive bloodlust like a ghost.
He still held that ferocious Asura Demon Sword, dark-red flames burning calmly in the depths of his pupils, as though the bloody massacre just now had nothing to do with him.
He glanced at the mangled corpses littering the ground and the terrified enemies, his tone indifferent.
"These are merely appetizers. They don't even qualify as guards."
His gaze settled on Tang Hao, carrying a trace of scrutiny and satisfaction.
"Your Clear Sky Hammer is adapting to the Law of Slaughter here."
"Very good. Maintain this killing intent. Let it seep into your blood, into your soul!"
"When you no longer feel excitement from slaughter and only cold destruction remains, then you will have truly touched the threshold of Asura's power."
He raised a hand and pointed toward the depths of the plain.
There, space twisted slightly, vaguely forming a constantly rotating dark-red vortex entrance that radiated dense deathly energy and killing intent.
"That is the true hunting ground."
Tang Chen's voice carried a bone-chilling allure.
"Within it lies endless slaughter...