Chapter 100: Asura Sword

The current Mu Junwu, regardless of combat experience or mastery of techniques, is lacking, but with the support of a Five Elements Array, her spiritual energy is inexhaustible.

When facing an opponent of comparable strength, the best method is to trap them with techniques and then continuously wear them down.

Even if it costs ten or a hundred times the opponent's spiritual power, it doesn't matter; as Bai Yuan would say, scarcity calls for tactical interleaving, abundance for firepower coverage.

In this world, scarcity means little spiritual power, requiring skillful use of every bit to unleash the strongest force.

Abundance is the opposite; take Mu Junwu now—her attacks are area control and coverage, leaving you no escape but to endure.

"Master, do we just wear ourselves out like this?" In the lush forest, a stunning woman in a short skirt, short sleeves, and white silk was massaging Bai Yuan's shoulders.

Bai Yuan sat on the illusionary vine chair, smiling as he said, "Junwu, this is the safest approach; you must know that everything requires stability. Although I know you have stronger methods you haven't used, can you guarantee that when you employ them, he won't escape?"

Mu Junwu lowered her head, merely pinching Bai Yuan's shoulder in silence, clearly unwilling to win by such a borderline unscrupulous method.

This made Bai Yuan unable to resist standing up; with a quick turn, he lightly tapped Mu Junwu's pristine forehead.

"Master." Mu Junwu covered her forehead, her delicate face full of grievance, eyes watery as she looked at Bai Yuan, displaying an expression completely at odds with her tall, elegant lady-like figure.

A completely elegant lady's body, a loli's heart.

"You fool, enough, enough, I'll give you a lesson today," Bai Yuan reluctantly sat back on the vine chair.

Mu Junwu reached out again, pinching her master's shoulder as if to soothe his temper.

Bai Yuan suddenly asked, "Junwu, how would you describe my strength?"

Mu Junwu replied without hesitation, "Master, your power is unrivaled, invincible across the world; even a Beast God would not match you."

Bai Yuan shook his head helplessly, "Junwu, you must understand there are always stronger people above and beyond; the time you sensed my fall was actually a feigned death, encountering an unbeatable enemy—do you understand?"

Mu Junwu's flawless, delicate white hands paused, and she asked, "Master, who exactly is your enemy?"

Bai Yuan gave no answer, merely saying to himself, "Junwu, I tell you this only to make you understand that I cannot watch over you at all times, so you must be steady."

"You surely don't want me to defeat a great enemy one day and return to find you all dead from carelessness, breaking my heart, right?"

Mu Junwu was startled for a moment, lowered her head and said, "Disciple understands."

Bai Yuan nodded slightly, "Good, you understand."

At this moment, as time passed, the battle entered a feverish stage; after the King of Slaughter had consumed more than half of his soul power, he found the overwhelming barrage of thorns still unabated.

He sensed something was off.

The King of Slaughter then unleashed his full strength, trying to break out, but it was too late; no matter how hard he cleaved the thorns ahead, more thorns kept coming.

"Break it for me!" the King of Slaughter roared.

Endless crimson light erupted from his body.

This full-force eruption turned the real sky even more blood‑red, and all the thorns extending from the illusory world into reality withered and shattered in the crimson light.

Yet even so, the endless thorns of the illusory world continued to surge toward that not‑quite‑blood‑red sky.

Seeing this scene, the King of Slaughter looked around and saw only thorns; even if he tried to let go and fight Mu Junwu desperately, he could not see her silhouette.

"Damn stinky women, where is your dignified strength? If you have the guts, step out and face me honorably!" The King of Slaughter used his Slaughter Domain to seal the illusory thorns outside, and he couldn't help but roar.

However, Mu Junwu ignored him, and the King of Slaughter also felt that as time passed, the pressure from the boundary of the Slaughter Domain grew increasingly intense.

He could even clearly sense that soon, his Slaughter Domain—normally able to imprison an opponent's soul skill and be unbeatable—was about to shatter.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" the King of Slaughter's eyes turned even more blood‑red; faced with death, he became wildly frantic, almost losing his reason.

Second by second, a change occurred on the King of Slaughter; the dim sword‑shaped crimson sigil on his forehead seemed to come alive.

Crimson light swirled, the sword‑shaped sigil's glow intensifying from dim to brilliant, a pure surge suddenly emanating from his brow.

This killing aura differed from the King of Slaughter's Slaughter Domain; it contained no evil intent, only the purest killing aura.

Bai Yuan had sensed this aura before.

He had felt it in the starry sky, from the Asura God!

In fact, the current King of Slaughter could more aptly be called the Evil King, for he has been tainted by the Rakshasa God's malignant thoughts.

Yet as this pure killing aura erupted, the King of Slaughter let out a horrendous scream, his massive wings unfurling behind him, looking ferociously grim.

Thus, his body froze mid‑air like a statue, even the wild, evil expression on his face solidified.

At the same time, the Slaughter Domain that blocked the endless thorns shattered, but a reddish haze enveloped the King of Slaughter, once again blocking Mu Junwu's assault.

This caused Bai Yuan's expression to shift slightly.

He knew the Asura God had intervened from the divine realm.

However, just like the time with Tang Hao, and as he normally helped Tang San slay the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, he did not violate divine‑realm rules by acting directly, thereby triggering the power of the Asura Sword within Tang Chen.

He cleared the Rakshasa God's thought from his body.

"The Asura God? Insisting on total extermination, huh?"

Bai Yuan clenched his fists; he knew the Asura God's strike this time wasn't aimed at him but to help Tang Chen kill Mu Junwu, then go after Bai Yu.

To slaughter everyone connected to Bai Yuan.

But precisely because of that, it enraged him completely.

Simultaneously, the King of Slaughter's originally pallid complexion began to change, the white fading into an unhealthy flush.

His twin wings behind him fragmented piece by piece, his blood‑red hair gradually turning black; the only remaining red was the sigil on his forehead.

In an instant, red light surged from his claw‑shaped hand to a broad palm, a crimson phantom brimming with boundless killing intent flashing behind him.

The red light in his palm coalesced into a massive hammer adorned with countless splendid sigils, but in the blink of an eye the hammer seemed to melt and reshaped into a blood‑colored great sword over two meters long.

Supreme artifact, Asura Sword!

(End of Chapter)