God of Destruction watched that terrifying blood sword, which seemed to split the entire heaven and earth in two, and let out a cold internal snort.
He was far too familiar with this move. In the visions he had seen from memories of ten thousand years in the future, his own Super Divine Tool, Scepter of Destruction, had been cleaved right open with a gap by this very sword strike.
He had to admit that Tang San's sword strike was indeed extremely powerful.
If it were himself back in his peak condition of those years, taking this sword strike head-on would certainly not have been easy.
At this moment, however, he held a confidence in Huo Yuhao that far surpassed ordinary people.
Although he could not clearly explain just how strong Huo Yuhao had become now, at least he himself could no longer last more than a few moves in the hands of this successor.
Tang San's Asura Blood Sword technique was a finishing move unleashed at the cost of burning his Asura Bloodline, a desperate tactic of trading a thousand enemies for eight hundred self-inflicted wounds.
Normally, Tang San would never easily resort to this move, but the current situation was urgent. In order to take down Huo Yuhao as quickly as possible, he could no longer care about much else, launching his ultimate trump-card killing move right off the bat.
Facing this heaven-shaking and earth-shattering strike, Huo Yuhao's expression remained as calm as water, without the slightest fluctuation.
He merely raised his right hand unhurriedly and waved it gently upward, whereupon a pink Divine Power condensed and formed around his body, transforming into a light barrier as thin as a cicada's wing that enveloped his entire person.
That light barrier looked so fragile that it seemed it could