With a bang, the pair of enormous blood-red wings shattered, turning into a stream of energy that returned to his body.
His red hair rapidly turned black again, and his red eyes returned to normal. Of his entire body, only the sword-shaped demonic mark on his forehead remained red.
The evil blood-red aura around Tang Chen faded away, but Jiang Chen could clearly sense that the aura Tang Chen was releasing was increasing geometrically, as though it had no upper limit.
Jiang Chen spread out his spiritual power and discovered that the dense red glow around Tang Chen no longer carried an evil aura. It had become the purest killing intent—the most absolute killing intent.
Tang Chen's rapidly rising aura showed no sign of stopping, and Jiang Chen gradually began to feel a sense of danger.
Yet he did not try to stop him, because he knew that the Asura Sword was about to appear.
The moment the Asura Sword appeared would be the moment he struck with all his strength—defeating Tang Chen and seizing the Asura Sword.
Tang Chen's surging aura finally reached its peak, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Those eyes were incomparably profound. The evil aura around him had been swept away completely, replaced by an imposing aura of righteousness.
His long black hair moved without wind, and his entire person stood as steady and solemn as a mountain.
Red light surged across his broad palm. At this moment, the pressure Tang Chen released had reached an indescribably terrifying level.
Among all the powerful beings Jiang Chen had encountered, neither Qian Daoliu nor Qiongqi could compare to Tang Chen at this moment.
At some point, Jiang Chen's smile had vanished, and his expression had turned incomparably grave.
He felt pressure, the same kind of pressure he