Su Han said nothing and simply swung his sword again.
With just one strike, the smug look on the Asura God's face vanished completely.
The smile at the corner of his mouth froze the instant the sword light reached him.
The blood-red demonic flames seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand, thrashing and contracting wildly as they let out a shrill wail!
The ancient-looking longsword in Su Han's hand now held its golden light within, yet radiated a chilling sharpness capable of severing laws. Wherever its edge passed, space was not torn apart but peeled away in fragments like glazed glass, revealing the chaotic void behind it.
The Blade of Gods and Demons could cut through anything, but wielding it required an incredibly powerful body. Fortunately, Su Han's other Martial Soul was the supreme Beast Martial Soul, Golden Crow Di Jun!
"How is this possible...?!"
The Asura God's pupils abruptly contracted. His demonic body, dozens of zhang tall, instinctively retreated at high speed, while rings of dark-red energy ripples exploded through the void beneath his feet.
He lowered his head to look at his chest. A pale golden sword scar was slowly appearing there. There was no blood, but an incomparably tyrannical aura of destruction was madly eroding his divine core through the wound!
This was no longer power a mortal could wield.
Su Han's first strike had buried that golden light within the Asura God's body. These subsequent strikes only worsened the severity of his injuries.
Su Han stood in the air, all the golden light around him drawn back into his body. His figure instead seemed somewhat blurred, with only his eyes shining as brightly as cold stars.
The Asura God immediately turned and fled beyond the boundary. He realized that if he continued tangling with