Sword collided violently with sword. Tang Chen, whose entire body radiated a blood-red aura, was driven back several steps by a slash from Qian Daoliu. The Angel Fire wreathing the Angel Holy Sword left a deep wound on his body.
Scorching angelic power kept burning in the wound with a sizzling hiss. Excruciating pain surged from it into Tang Chen's mind, tormenting every nerve.
Although the Asura Demon Sword was a tier above the Angel Holy Sword, that did not mean Tang Chen would outperform Qian Daoliu in a head-on clash at the same level.
On the contrary, Tang Chen was neither a monster of raw stats nor particularly proficient in swordsmanship.
Under normal circumstances, Tang Chen needed to execute all manner of techniques with his Clear Sky Hammer to contend with Qian Daoliu head-on. But now, he lacked the intelligence to employ those techniques. Using the unfamiliar Asura Demon Sword also left him unable to unleash many of the skills etched into his bones.
Clashing head-on with the Asura Demon Sword while devoid of reason was tantamount to pitting Tang Chen's weakest point against Qian Daoliu's greatest strength.
At first, Qian Daoliu had not recognized the person blocking his path. He had merely taken him for some nameless Spirit Master by the roadside.
Only after slashing Tang Chen five or six times without killing him, and vaguely sensing a familiar rhythm in his counterattacks, did Qian Daoliu look at that face, now distorted beyond recognition, and recall his old acquaintance.
"Tang Chen, is that you?"
Qian Daoliu tentatively called out that name. Under the intense stimulation, Tang Chen had already begun to regain a little reason. Hearing his own name instantly brought him tremendous pain.
A thunderbolt flashed through his mind, utterly tearing apart the chaos and confusion within