A dignified voice rang out across heaven and earth, carrying a bone-chilling intent to judge.
Facing the phantom of a god king, one mighty enough to make all living beings kneel, you merely raised your head, a cold smile curling your lips.
"Submit to judgment? You're not worthy."
You stood with your hands behind your back, your robes snapping in the gale. There was not a hint of fear in your eyes, only burning battle intent.
"Stubborn fool!"
Tang San's phantom glared furiously and swung the Asura Magic Sword in his hand!
A blood-red sword beam a thousand meters long tore through space, carrying the will to destroy everything as it slashed toward your head!
The instant the sword beam was about to reach you, you moved.
The sixth Soul Ring beneath your feet suddenly lit up, and a dim light swallowed the glow around you.
"Sixth Soul Skill—God Descent!"
Buzz—!
Time and space seemed to freeze in that instant.
Behind you, the void shattered, and the hazy figure of a sacred woman slowly emerged.
Her face was indistinct, but she radiated a noble bearing that stood above all living beings, as if she had come from the end of the River of Time.
Facing that world-destroying strike of the Asura, the woman merely raised a jade-like hand and flicked a finger.
Ding!
A clear, crisp sound rang across the land.
The blood-red sword beam, powerful enough to kill a god-level expert in an instant, shattered inch by inch like glass, then dissipated into a rain of red light!
Effortless, without a scratch!
"What?!"
The phantom of Tang San high above the clouds visibly trembled.
He had never imagined that a mere ant from the lower world could withstand the Asura God's judgment strike!
"Good! Very good!"
Tang San's voice