Qian Daochen glanced at Tang Hao.
"Borrowing someone else's body-is that your method?"
The Asura God did not answer.
Tang Hao's body shot into the sky.
The Asura Demon Sword descended from above.
The strike carried the oppressive might of a God King, its blood-colored sword light piercing the entire valley.
Qian Daochen raised the Godslaying Sword.
The two blades collided in midair.
Boom!
Blood-colored sword light scattered in every direction.
Yet the clear radiance on the Godslaying Sword did not retreat.
Qian Daochen stood his ground.
His robes fluttered in the surging air.
He turned his wrist slightly.
The phantom Asura Demon Sword was instantly knocked off course.
The Asura God controlled Tang Hao's body, retreating backward.
"You can no longer hurt me."
The Asura God stared at Qian Daochen.
Qian Daochen did not respond.
He glanced around.
All the sword energy in the valley froze.
The blood-red light filling the sky also stilled at that moment.
The next instant.
All the sword energy flowed back toward the Godslaying Sword at once.
Leaves stopped falling.
Shattered stones hung in midair.
Even the river water churned up in the distance remained suspended in the air.
Qian Daochen tightened his grip on the hilt.
"It's time this farce ended."
He raised the Godslaying Sword.
"Ten Thousand Paths Return."
"Only One Sword."
The blade fell.
There was no earth-shattering ring of steel.
Only a streak of clear radiance rose from the center of the valley.
The clear radiance swept past Tang Hao.
Past the Asura God's phantom.
And past the entire blood-colored domain.
The clouds overhead parted down the middle.
Sunlight pierced the split sea of clouds and fell into the valley.
A straight crack appeared in the phantom Asura Demon Sword.
Immediately afterward.
The crack spread from its tip to its