"What if I say no?"
The instant Qian Xunji finished speaking, the Asura Projection looming in midair erupted in a blaze of blinding blood-red light.
"Human, you truly know nothing of a God King's might."
The Asura Projection's voice had lost its earlier kindly patience, replaced by an arrogance that brooked no defiance.
"Even if your strength leaves all others in the lower realm far behind, a God King is still a God King!"
Before his words had faded, the Asura Projection raised his right hand.
Red light filled the sky and converged on his palm, condensing in the blink of an eye into an enormous sword several dozen feet long, its surface covered in dark-red demonic patterns.
The Asura Demon Sword!
The phantom gripped the hilt and, without any flourish, swung his sword straight down at Qian Xunji below.
A streak of scarlet sword energy cleaved down toward Qian Xunji's head.
Facing this strike laden with a God King's killing intent, Qian Xunji stood where he was and slowly raised his right hand.
In the eyes of the world, he was Spirit Hall's supreme Pope, the embodiment of light and holiness.
Thus, the Martial Soul Origin of his twelve-winged Fallen Angel, which represented utter darkness and depravity, still appeared in a form of light.
Dazzling golden light burst from his body, and a golden Holy Ring hovered behind his head.
At the same time, Qian Xunji turned his palm outward and beckoned.
The [Original Sin Demon Sword]!
It broke out of the void as though bursting through water.
To maintain his outward disguise, the pitch-black demonic sword was coated in a thick layer of blazing, pure golden divine power. Its blade was broad, and guards resembling angel wings extended from its crossguard. It had become a [Judgment Holy Sword]