Dugu Bo's voice echoed down the entire long street.
The poison master, usually so low-key that people nearly forgot he existed, was so furious now that even his beard trembled as he pointed at Asura God and cursed him to his heart's content.
Asura God's expression darkened to the extreme.
A mere mortal, an ant in his eyes, was openly cursing him in front of so many people. As a God King who had lived for tens of thousands of years, when had he ever endured such an insult?
A flash of savagery crossed Asura God's eyes.
He said nothing, and there was no warning. The crimson divine power on the remains of the Asura Demon Sword, now reduced to a hilt, suddenly surged, condensing into a hazy blood-red sword.
He swung it down at Dugu Bo.
It was no grand technique, no killing move. Just a simple sword strike. But the pressure of a God King's casual blow was enough to kill an ordinary Titled Douluo a hundred times over.
Dugu Bo's pupils contracted, but his legs felt as though they were filled with lead. The pressure pinned him in place, and he couldn't take a single step.
He knew he couldn't escape. But he had no regrets.
He had given away the Immortal Herb Garden. He had, and that was that! Whether anyone liked hearing it or not!
But death never came.
A streak of golden sword light shot out from the side.
It was Angel Rakshasa Dong.
The golden Angel Holy Sword met the blood-red phantom blade with perfect precision. Edge to edge, they collided—and the phantom blade shattered like thin ice, cut cleanly in two. Sword energy burst outward, turning into countless tiny red sparks that vanished into the air.
Asura God's pupils contracted.
At his