The Asura God stared blankly at the clump of white cotton still shedding fluff in his hand, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
He even squeezed it hard. That soft texture utterly shattered the understanding of divinity he had built over tens of thousands of years.
Where was the divine power? Where were the laws?
"Surprised? Didn't see that coming, did you?"
Zhang Wei brushed the cotton fluff off his head and grinned at the Asura God, who was on the verge of breaking down.
This ability filled the Asura God with unprecedented terror.
"You monsters!"
The Asura God hurled away the cotton stick, turned into a streak of bloody light, and tried to flee desperately out of the Martial Arts Arena.
"You attacked us, and now you think you can leave?"
An ice-cold voice suddenly sounded beside the Asura God's ear.
At some point, the surroundings had turned red, and Yang Jian had appeared directly in the Asura God's path.
Expressionless, Yang Jian simply raised his ghost hand!
The pitch-black ghost hand ignored the dark divine power shield protecting the Asura God's body and clamped tightly around his neck!
The instant the ghost hand touched him, the Asura God's body went rigid as though he had been electrocuted.
The Asura God tried to fight back, but discovered that the slaughter divine power within him had no effect whatsoever on this ghost hand.
The God King's body he took such pride in was now as frail as an ordinary mortal's.
"No... please..."
The Asura God struggled to force a few pleading syllables from his throat.
His only answer was Yang Jian's cold, utterly emotionless face.
An exceptionally crisp, abrupt crack of breaking bone rang out.
The supernatural attack of Yang Jian's ghost hand invaded the Asura God's body directly.
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