That was why Asura chose to strike when his opponent was at his weakest.
Just then, Zhou Qiubai moved. The sword in his hand was like White Clothes drawing his blade—without light, without even a trace of sword aura.
There was only a force that seemed to embody existence itself, crossing time and space before sinking into Tang San's brow.
In an instant, the divinity of the Asura God collapsed inward like a mountain range. Dark crimson divine light surged from Tang San's body like a flood, turning into countless fragments that scattered and drifted down.
Tang San's body began to disintegrate. Cracks spread from his brow to his limbs, reducing him to dust.
"Impossible... impossible..." The Asura God's voice squeezed out from that shattered shell, steadily weakening. "I am a god... I am Asura..."
"You once were." Zhou Qiubai sheathed his sword and took a step back, his tone resolute. "But now, you are not."
Tang San's shell finally exploded, becoming golden-red dust that drifted through the air.
One wisp of dust gently settled on Zhou Qiubai's shoulder, another landed beside Chen Xuan's feet, and yet another drifted into the distance, its destination unknown.
The Asura God's divine consciousness tried to escape from the fragments, turning into a streak of red light that shot toward the heavens.
However, it had not gone far before a jet-black sword aura cleaved it apart from above.
At some point, Chen Xuan had risen to his feet, his longsword pointed at the sky.
"Since you're here, make yourself at home," Chen Xuan said.
As the red light faded, peace finally returned to heaven and earth.
The Gate of the God Realm slowly closed. The God Realm projections caught within its rift fell one after another, turning into motes of light that burst apart