Chapter 114: Clash of the Divine
Tang San's body was engulfed in white flames, his aura blazing so fiercely it seemed as though he could set the heavens alight. His fury was unmatched, but Qin Chuan stood unwavering, his expression cold and resolute. The Holy Spirit Sword in his hand flared with dazzling silver brilliance, each strike faster and more ferocious than the last.
Boom!
Heaven and earth trembled as Tang San was hurled back in an instant.
Puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion pale—clearly wounded.
Qin Chuan advanced, bathed in divine radiance. Holy light shimmered around him like a blazing sun. Without hesitation, he raised the Holy Spirit Sword once more.
Boom!
Even before the blade landed, the resulting shockwave swept across the land. The elders of the Spirit Hall, watching from afar, had to muster all their soul power just to withstand the blast.
Crack—
A hairline fracture appeared on Tang San's Asura God body—so tough it once seemed invincible. But now, the crack spiderwebbed across his form.
Frozen in place, Tang San could do nothing but watch as Qin Chuan's true assault began.
Bang!
A thunderous sound echoed through the heavens as Tang San's massive form exploded into radiant light. The sky was filled with glowing shards of his shattered divine body.
"How is this possible?"
Amid the fading rain of light, Tang San reappeared in his human form. Blood sprayed from his lips as he staggered back, disbelief etched into his face.
"I won't accept this!"
His anguished roar pierced the skies.
"Why! Why is it like this?! I won't accept it!"
His crimson eyes, wild and bloodshot, burned with rage and despair. His white hair whipped in the wind as he raged like a beast cornered.
Qin Chuan stared at him with detached indifference. He stepped forward—slowly, deliberately. Each step made the void shudder. Though his pace was measured, the distance between them shrank with every stride. And with each step, his aura intensified.
Tang San, despite all his power, found himself retreating.
"You…"
Panic flickered across his face. With a desperate cry, he turned to flee.
But then, Qin Chuan halted. His brows furrowed. He sensed it—an immensely pure divine pressure looming overhead.
The Shura God!
Qin Chuan's voice echoed through the skies.
"If you've broken the rules, then stop hiding. Come out and face me!"
He vanished, his words booming across the void.
Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong exchanged alarmed glances.
"Another divine being?"
Qin Chuan soared upward, the Holy Spirit Sword in his grip erupting in divine brilliance. Ancient runes danced around him, enshrouding him in a mysterious aura—like a deity returning from chaos.
Swish!
In an instant, he crossed into the heavens above, where the air was thick with eerie stillness. Amidst the darkness, a crimson light flickered to life, gradually coalescing into a humanoid form.
There he stood—the Shura God, clad in blood-red robes and radiating malevolence.
Qin Chuan's gaze narrowed, locking onto the vile aura.
The Shura God sneered.
"Human King, it's been hundreds of thousands of years. You're not what you once were."
Qin Chuan replied coldly.
"You couldn't beat me then, and you won't beat me now."
"Hahaha!"
The Shura God laughed maniacally, his mocking eyes filled with scorn.
"Die!"
Boom!
A surge of blood-red energy erupted from the crimson light. It coalesced into a blood sword—the true Shura Demon Sword. Unlike the one Tang San wielded, this was the original artifact, forged of divine malevolence itself.
The massive sword gleamed with a sinister luster. On its hilt, a single blood-red eye opened, exuding dread and overwhelming force. As the eye opened fully, the very heavens seemed to tremble.
The Shura Demon Sword slashed toward Qin Chuan, tearing the void apart as it descended.
Clang!
Qin Chuan didn't flinch. The Holy Spirit Sword blazed with celestial light as he met the strike head-on.
Boom!
A storm of divine energy erupted from their clash. Brilliant sparks filled the void, and the shockwaves rocked the entire continent.
A battle between gods—the echoes of an ancient war reignited.
Boom!
Qin Chuan was hurled backward, a bloody gash torn across his chest. He coughed lightly, but his eyes blazed with fighting spirit.
"You're strong, but the laws restrain you!"
He shot into the sky once more, his divine aura swelling. The Holy Spirit Sword radiated a golden brilliance, slicing through the heavens with unyielding force.
"You've… fully merged your godhood!"
The Shura God was taken aback. This wasn't the same Qin Chuan. The battle with Tang San had been a ruse—a carefully planned trap.
Indeed, the Shura God had manipulated Tang San from the shadows, driving him to slaughter the Clear Sky Clan, inciting war with the Spirit Hall—all to hasten his inheritance.
But Qin Chuan had anticipated everything.
Knowing he couldn't storm the God Realm alone, he'd laid in wait in the mortal world—luring the Shura God to descend.
And now, it was too late for retreat.
Eyes narrowing, the Shura God blocked Qin Chuan's sword with one hand. With the other, he reached down—
A massive bloody hand manifested in the sky, blotting out the sun as it descended toward Qian Daoliu and the others!