That was right. Everything before had merely been a warm-up.
But that sort of warm-up battle was exactly what the Asura God truly wanted.
After all, he knew that no matter how much strength he unleashed while controlling Tang Chen, he could never be a match for Ao Zhan.
Even adding the other Divine High Priests would make no difference.
What he truly wanted, therefore, was a contest of skill. He had hoped to snatch a small victory in close combat, only to lose in the end anyway.
Still, the fight had been spectacular, and the Asura God had enjoyed himself. His only regret was that he had not fought with his own body.
"Aaaah-!!!"
The Asura God threw back his head and roared. Brilliant scarlet light blossomed, and his armor vanished, turning into motes of blood-colored light that merged into the Asura Magic Sword.
The armor had fulfilled its purpose. He had only formed it from divine power to bolster his defenses in close combat, preventing Tang Chen's frail body from leaving him easily wounded.
Now, however, it was time to send this body on its final journey.
More and more Asura Divine Power poured into Tang Chen. Countless cracks appeared across his body, leaving him like a piece of porcelain on the verge of shattering. The sight made Bo Saixi's heart clench.
She felt that the Asura God had gone far too far. He was showing absolutely no regard for whether Tang Chen lived or died!
"Hah-!!!"
The Asura Magic Sword swung, its blood-colored sword radiance condensing into a long, slender beam. Space itself wailed wherever it passed. Slaughter Sword Intent lay within it, leaving nothing it could not cleave, nothing it could not kill, its power concentrated to an incomparable degree.
It embodied the profound principle of