"Damn it, am I going to die here today?"
The blood-red longsword fell like a bolt of lightning. Murong Huai closed his eyes in despair, but the pain he expected never came.
Murong Huai slowly opened his eyes. The longsword formed from Asura God's divine power was trapped by a purple chain. The chain tightened, crushing the sword to pieces. Then a voice rang out in Murong Huai's mind:
"Bro, dying just like that would be way too pathetic!"
"Xiao Tian, you're awake!" Murong Huai was overjoyed.
"Yeah, talk about good timing." Heavenly Condemnation's voice came again, carrying a hint of playfulness.
Murong Huai tried to get up, but his shattered meridians left him unable to move.
"Bro, that guy's attack shattered your meridians and broke your Martial Soul. Don't move. Leave this to me."
"Cough, cough. How's it looking, Xiao Tian? Can you beat him?"
Heavenly Condemnation shook his head. "We'll have to fight and find out, but the odds aren't great. I've only recovered one-thousandth of my strength this time. I can handle a First-Level God, but against this guy... tsk, tsk, tsk... it'll be a close call!"
Hearing this, Murong Huai sighed. Heavenly Condemnation was powerful, but Asura wasn't weak either. A God of Heavenly Punishment with only one-thousandth of his strength...
"Xiao Tian, this guy probably can't stay on Douluo Continent for long. Just keep him occupied."
"That won't be easy. He looks like he came for the two of us. I can only give it a shot!"
Murong Huai then opened his mind, and Heavenly Condemnation took control of his will. In an instant, a purple divine radiance burst from Murong Huai's body. His frame, on the verge of crumbling, was instantly restored by a terrifying force. His broken bones snapped back into place, and