Chapter 138: The True Might of the Asura Sword

All the Title Douluo heard the Abyss Holy Lord's roar, saw Bai Yuan wave his hand, and instantly suppressed the god-level expert, leaving him unable to retaliate.

In their hearts, there was nothing but disbelief, disbelief.

"Has he become this strong?" Di Tian was shocked beyond words.

Before, in the Extreme North, Bai Yuan showed a trick, raising his hand to suppress the Ice Emperor's cultivation, even affecting him, but compared to his current feats, that seemed utterly trivial.

The remaining ferocious beasts also felt relieved, relieved that they had turned from enemies to friends with Bai Yuan—no, rather, become master and disciple—and relieved they had such an exceptionally wise lord.

Otherwise, they would be the ones suffering this bombardment now.

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes flickered with a strange divine light.

She had thought that once she became a god, she could stand on equal footing with Bai Yuan, even overwhelm him, but now it seems far from enough.

This inevitably left Qian Renxue feeling somewhat disheartened; could her former fantasies about Bai Yuan only be daydreams?

Qian Renxue was extremely unwilling.

She had once imagined becoming a god and stepping on Bai Yuan, making him submit to her as her left and right hand, but now it seems merely becoming a god is obviously impossible.

"Just reaching level‑100 godhood isn't enough; I must surpass the gods!" Qian Renxue clenched her fists, and fighting spirit rose again in her heart.

Bai Yuan's two adopted daughters, the Snow Emperor and the Ice Emperor, gazed at the distant battle, their beautiful eyes glittering with a strange radiance.

They had all imagined Bai Yuan to be very strong.

But they never expected him to be this powerful.

Space completely collapsed, forming a black passage that incessantly devoured the air and seawater between heaven and earth, never disappearing.

This situation was like that space, thoroughly destroyed, losing its ability to self‑repair, or rather the damage was too deep to be mended in a short time.

Immediately after came another blast, a terrifying explosion almost deafening the world, echoing across heaven and earth.

At that moment, every sea within sight trembled, and the continental plates seemed to have shifted due to this heaven‑shattering, earth‑destroying collision.

The Abyss Holy Lord looked disheveled; his handsome face vanished, replaced by large chunks of shattered bone.

His fair skin turned scorched black, exposing bone in many places, and his silvery white hair behind him was completely evaporated by the energy of the collision.

"You have lost." Bai Yuan's calm voice rang out, affirming his burden in this battle and declaring that, with early Foundation Establishment cultivation, he had overcome a higher realm to defeat early Nascent Soul.

Of course, in this battle Bai Yuan's early Foundation Establishment cultivation was of no use at all; he relied entirely on vast quantities of talisman paper and formations.

If one must say it had any effect, it was merely to let Bai Yuan fly without falling into the sea, or to control formations and ignite talisman paper.

But the Abyss Holy Lord gave no reply; he merely stared at Bai Yuan with a blood‑blurred face and cold smile, saying, "Do you really think you've won?"

"Isn't it?" Bai Yuan again pulled out three hundred sixty‑five talisman papers, ready to unleash them all at the slightest sign of trouble.

Seeing this, the Abyss Holy Lord's blurred, ferocious, scorched flesh on his face twitched, and he reflexively stepped back a bit.

He was terrified of Bai Yuan's talisman papers above all; they seemed inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

Feeling humiliated, the Abyss Holy Lord snorted coldly and chuckled, "When the enemy believes he has won and lets his guard down, that is the moment of his death."

Bai Yuan's eyes narrowed as he prepared to strike.

Before his eyes, the Abyss Holy Lord's body suddenly disintegrated into pure energy, breaking through space to flee within.

Bai Yuan watched, thinking the Abyss Holy Lord intended a desperate sneak attack to perish together, when suddenly a spatial rift appeared before Tang Chen and Bo Sai Xi in the distance.

The immense energy the Abyss Holy Lord had become surged violently into Tang Chen's body, and immediately an astonishing scene unfolded.

Tang Chen's severed left arm rapidly regenerated, accompanied by his appearance swiftly changing; in the blink of an eye he became the spitting image of the Abyss Holy Lord.

His features were handsome, his complexion fair, his hair silvery white.

But unlike the previous Abyss Holy Lord, a sword‑shaped demonic mark now appeared on his forehead.

That is the mark of the Asura God's inheritor!

"How dare you devour and seize the Asura God's inheritor! Aren't you afraid the Asura God will kill you?" Bai Yuan felt utterly shocked; what he saw before him was beyond his imagination.

The Abyss Holy Lord actually dared to act against the Asura God's inheritor.

The Abyss Holy Lord smirked contemptuously and said, "Heh, inheritor? He is merely a pawn on the Asura God's chessboard."

"When the Asura God needs him, he can live; when not needed, he must die if ordered. Otherwise, how do you think I inherited this mark?"

The Abyss Holy Lord pointed to his forehead, where the sword‑shaped demonic mark representing the Asura God's inheritor lay, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

Bo Sai Xi was completely stunned.

Dead?

Did Tang Chen just die like that?

Was he abandoned by the Asura God?

Bai Yuan's expression grew extremely grave.

If we describe this move of the Asura God in chess terms, it would be sacrificing a chariot to protect the general, or sacrificing a cannon to protect the chariot.

But describing it with just two words isn't enough, for after devouring Tang Chen, the Abyss Holy Lord became even stronger!

This is not a matter of cultivation strength.

But rather…

As if confirming what Bai Yuan had thought.

The Abyss Holy Lord raised his hand.

A sword appeared in his hand—entirely blood‑red, over two meters long, slender yet broad, its blade covered in dark gold demonic patterns and emanating a fierce killing aura.

A divine artifact—the Asura Sword!

Blinding red light burst from the Asura Sword, as if dyeing the entire sea, every visible thing in the world, and even the sun in the sky with a layer of blood‑red.

Although it is the same divine artifact, the power it can unleash in the hands of a demigod compared to that of a true god‑level expert is worlds apart.

"White Emperor, I truly admire you. I admire that, with a mortal body, you possess power rivaling the gods, even the power to slay gods, so I give you a chance to choose how you will die."

As his words fell, the Abyss Holy Lord pointed the Asura Sword at Bai Yuan; the overwhelming killing intent flooded his mind, leaving it blank.

This is part of the true power of the divine artifact—a level that Tang Chen, even risking his life, could never unleash.

In the distance, the many Title Douluo felt despair rise in their hearts.

A god-level powerhouse with a super divine artifact—this is simply not a power that mortals can match; even Qian Daoliu began to doubt whether the lord of Emperor Heaven could defeat the Abyss Holy Lord.

Among those of the same rank, there is a super divine artifact.

It can almost be said to be a hundred percent victory!

(End of chapter)