Ethan's roar shook the heavens themselves.
Before the echo faded, Asher's world of intent burst apart like a shattered domain. His figure elongated into a streak of blood-red light, ripping across the battlefield like a crimson comet straight at Thousand Faces' true body.
A mocking curl lifted Asher's lips.
"Thousand Faces… you still couldn't help yourself."
"You wanted to strike Ethan and flee? Ridiculous. Your petty scheme was already seen through by the genius physical cultivator of my Blood Tavern!"
Bloodlust surged around him like a tidal wave, drowning the world.
"Holy-grade spiritual method—Blood-Singing Sword!!"
WHOOM—!!
Blood-coloured sword intent roared out, erupting into a sea of violent crimson flames that engulfed the forest. Space trembled. The ground cracked open. Even Thousand Faces' _soul_ felt violently constricted.
A chill crawled up his spine.
—This sword intent was terrifying.
—A blood ocean devouring everything.
His expression darkened sharply.
