Qian Daoliu Thrashes Tang Chen

Tang Chen only felt an irresistible force surge through the blade, as if his chest had been struck viciously by a heavy hammer.

The Asura God Power coursing through his body seemed to have encountered its nemesis, violently churning as though it were about to be suppressed by that sacred power until it burst from within him.

Tang Chen staggered back several steps, a deep look of horror flashing across his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"What... is going on with the power in your body? My Asura God Power is actually being suppressed?"

Tang Chen stared fixedly at Qian Daoliu, his voice carrying unconcealed shock and confusion.

"Among the Angel God's divine authorities is purification. Your Asura God Power originates from evil, so naturally, it falls within the scope of purification."

"If the Asura God himself were here, perhaps I would not be able to purify his power so easily. But you are merely a mortal borrowing the Asura God's power. Before me, you are nothing!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes glinted with icy light as he stared at Tang Chen, his tone brimming with mockery.

"I don't believe it!"

Tang Chen's expression changed abruptly as the resentment and rage in his heart erupted at once.

His figure flashed, streaking through the air like a ghost, and in an instant he appeared behind Qian Daoliu.

The Asura Demon Sword in his hand howled as it tore through the air, hacking viciously toward Qian Daoliu's back.

The murderous aura around the blade was so dense it seemed ready to swallow Qian Daoliu whole.

Yet Qian Daoliu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, a cold sneer curling across his lips.

He shifted slightly to one side. The movement appeared slow, yet he precisely evaded Tang Chen's deadly strike.