Tang San hurried to his side.
"Father!"
Tang Hao lay among the rubble.
All nine of his Soul Rings had dimmed.
His body was covered in wounds, and he no longer even had the strength to stand.
Only despair remained on his face.
Qian Daochen put away the Godslaying Sword.
"Even a god's projection cannot save you."
In the distance.
A streak of golden light passed through the forest.
Qian Renxue stood atop a sword shadow.
Her six wings had undergone a complete transformation.
Nine-colored patterns now traced the edges of her once purely golden wings.
Sacred radiance intertwined with the dragon god origin.
Her second martial soul, the Light Dragon God Butterfly, rested on her shoulder.
The Fire Dragon King and the Ice Dragon King stood behind Qian Daochen.
The sword shadow descended.
Qian Renxue looked down at the valley below.
At a glance, she spotted the gravely wounded Tang Hao and Qian Daochen standing in midair.
"That's the direction Granduncle went."
The Light Dragon God Butterfly spread its wings.
"Our lord is invincible."
"You need not worry, young mistress."
The Fire Dragon King glanced below.
"That man has no strength left."
But the Ice Dragon King's gaze lingered where the blood-red domain had vanished.
His draconic eyes narrowed slightly.
"Wait."
"That presence just now..."
Qian Renxue turned her head.
"What is it?"
The Ice Dragon King gazed at the lingering blood-red light in the center of the valley.
"This is a god's power."
The Fire Dragon King also raised his draconic head.
As he sensed the presence that had yet to fully dissipate, his expression changed for the first time.
"The Asura God."
The Ice Dragon King spoke each word distinctly.
"It is that god."
"The Asura God."
Qian Renxue looked at the blood-red domain in the distance.