This strike held a lifetime of cultivation and the full power of Nine Soul Rings Detonation. The sword aura was several times larger than any Asura Slash before it, like a blood-red star falling from the heavens toward the mortal world.
On the raised dais, Bibi Dong's fingers tightened abruptly around her throne's armrest. A cold glint flashed through her eyes.
Tang San's strike had indeed reached the threshold of a god-level attack. With Nine Soul Rings Detonation as a last-ditch gambit, compounded by the Asura Demon Sword and the Clear Sky Hammer, its destructive power alone rivaled a full-force blow from her Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
But she still did not intervene—because Fang Fan had already raised his hand.
He raised it steadily, without the slightest tremor, as though opening an umbrella he had prepared long ago against a downpour.
Fang Fan had been waiting for this moment.
Tang San had detonated all nine Soul Rings. It was ruthless, absolute, a wager of his life—trading all his cultivation for a single blow. Even Fang Fan was a little surprised by his resolve.
But surprise was one thing. Victory was never decided by whose move was more ruthless, more extreme, or more reckless.
He knew how much power detonating nine Soul Rings could yield. He knew the limit of combining the Asura Demon Sword with the Clear Sky Hammer, too.
And those had never been the extent of his trump cards. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Netherworld Sword appeared in his palm.
The sword was blood-red from end to end. Dark-gold Titan Patterns, green Azure Sky Scale Patterns, and silvery-white Snow Patterns flowed across its blade—
Empowered by three Over-100,000-Year Soul Spirits, the entire sword radiated a divine pressure deeper and more ancient than the Asura Demon Sword's.