Sword rain filled the vault of the sky, and from afar it looked like a dazzling river of swords surging without end, crashing relentlessly toward the Asura King.
The Asura King was like a stubborn rock within that sword river, enduring the terrifying waves of swords as he slowly closed in on Xiao Yun.
During this time, countless injuries appeared across the Asura King's body, all wounds torn open by Sword Qi.
Even the Blood-Colored Lotus Throne beneath his feet had dimmed considerably.
Clearly, he was not having an easy time either.
Because Xiao Yun possessed the Primordial Golden Dipper, the Asura King did not dare use a Lingbao to attack him again, lest it be like tossing a meat bun to a dog—gone forever. So he could only maintain his defenses and force his way toward Xiao Yun.
This was extremely disadvantageous for him, as he was stuck in a passive position, taking blows without being able to strike back.
Against any other enemy, the Asura King would have fled by now.
But he knew that sword immortals all had weak bodies. Once he got close, he would surely be able to kill Xiao Yun with ease.
Then the Primordial Golden Dipper would be his.
With this treasure, he could become a peak Quasi-Saint.
Faced with such an enormous temptation, the Asura King disregarded his injuries and charged desperately toward Xiao Yun.
This guy really is risking his life. Does he really believe my body is that weak? Xiao Yun felt somewhat speechless as he watched the Asura King charge through countless streams of Sword Qi.
Still, under normal circumstances, the Asura King's judgment was correct.
Although the Asura King knew that Xiao Yun had definitely cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art,
someone like Xiao Yun, who had cultivated for