"Since you chose to die this way, I'll fight you to the very last moment!"
Qian Daoliu spoke coldly.
"Hahaha! In that case, thank you!"
Tang Chen struggled to rise from the ground, wiped the blood from his lips, and spoke coldly as he looked at Qian Daoliu.
"Heh, the feeling is mutual!"
Qian Daoliu shook his head with a smile. Then he swung his sword again, sending streams of black-and-white sword qi howling toward Tang Chen.
All that black-and-white sword qi had been condensed from chaos divine power and held terrifying strength.
Under its assault, Tang Chen's asura divine power was soon torn open, exposing a weakness!
"Aah!!!"
The black-and-white sword qi slashed into Tang Chen again, carving a hideous wound from his right chest down to his lower abdomen. The searing pain forced an involuntary scream from him.
Blood kept pouring from Tang Chen's mouth. His face was deathly pale and drenched in sweat, and his body trembled violently. He looked utterly horrifying!
Qian Daoliu remained unmoved. Like maggots clinging to bone, the sword in his hand kept darting across Tang Chen's body, steadily reaping his life.
There had originally been little difference between Tang Chen's and Qian Daoliu's strength. Even with both using divine power, the gap had remained small. Deciding a victor should not have been a matter of mere moments.
But Tang Chen's foolishness lay in his insistence on fighting with the Asura Demon Sword, abandoning the Clear Sky Hammer he wielded best.
The Asura Demon Sword was indeed a divine artifact, but Tang Chen knew nothing of swordsmanship. Apart from hacking wildly, he could only manage the most basic parries.
His actions were tantamount to pitting his own weakness directly against his opponent's greatest strength.
Qian Daoliu was a battle-hardened Peerless Douluo. How could