The profundity of the Asura Blood Rain Blade lay not merely in the slashing power of the blade itself, but also in the killing aura generated by that force and its terrifying spiritual erosion.
The Asura Great Emperor had cultivated this blade technique until its completion, yet this was the first time he had unleashed it before such a large crowd.
As the saying went: experts appreciate the craft, laymen merely enjoy the spectacle.
Once this blade technique was on display, even the Danji Great Emperor felt a chill run through him, his impression of the Asura Great Emperor shifting considerably.
"This Asura Great Emperor — he's no mere fool. Though he may lack a certain breadth of vision and fall short in strategy, his martial cultivation is nothing to scoff at. If I were facing this blade technique myself, it would be no easy task to defeat him either." Deep within his heart, the Danji Great Emperor had been running calculations, and he was startled to discover that he himself could find no effective counter against the Asura Great Emperor's blade technique in the short term.
One had to remember that the Danji Great Emperor stood among the very top echelon of great emperiors in the Upper Eight Territories — a figure of the same caliber as the Peacock Great Emperor, a heavyweight in the supreme rank of great emperiors.
And yet, this blade technique that had so impressed the Danji Great Emperor still could not break through a young prodigy's defensive system.
This only deepened the Danji Great Emperor's astonishment.
After all, Young Lord Zhen was barely thirty years old. Since when had the young lord of Peacock Sacred Mountain become so monstrous?
In that moment, countless thoughts churned through the Danji Great Emperor's mind.
Time ticked by second by second. The Asura Great Emperor's blade technique had already been pushed to its absolute limit. The stalemate only fanned the flames of fury in his heart.
He simply couldn't understand what was going on with this Young Lord Zhen. Apart from the Peacock Great Emperor, this blade technique should have been enough to sweep through every powerhouse in the entire Glazed King City.
Yet never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would be unable to gain ground against a wet-behind-theears brat?
If this time drain continued, once the two-hour mark arrived, even the most spectacular blade technique in the world would be utterly meaningless.
He held the advantage in momentum, but he hadn't so much as singed a hair on his opponent. A battle like this could only be called a draw.
A draw?
The moment those words crossed his mind, a surge of blood nearly erupted from his chest. His eyes blazing red, the Asura Great Emperor stared fixedly at Jiang Chen within the formation.
Veins bulged along his neck, and in a voice that was practically a roar, the Asura Great Emperor bellowed: "Surname Zhen — this emperor doesn't care where you learned these crooked, underhanded tricks. Today, I will cleave open your defense and reduce every obstacle standing in my path to nothingness!"
His voice rang with a note of madness. In the next instant, the purple-crimson glow covering his entire body surged violently upward once more.
Then came the sound of his bones cracking and popping. As the purple light blazed brilliant, the Asura Great Emperor's dharma body surged taller and larger in the wind.
In mere moments, a figure fully three zhang tall stood towering upon the arena.
The Asura Great Emperor was now clad head to toe in purple-crimson armor, his muscular arms left bare. Those sinewed muscles looked as though they had been cast in bronze and forged in iron, brimming with explosive power.
His blood-red eyes had grown as large as copper bells. The crimson gaze, combined with the sharp, chiseled lines from nose to mouth, gave his expression a carved, sculpted quality — radiating an awe-inspiring pressure that seized the soul.
"Hm? What is this? Could it be that the Asura Great Emperor has also cultivated some kind of physical body Divine Ability — similar to the Divine Demon Golden Body?"
Back when Jiang Chen had faced Gao Zhan, that man had once summoned a demon god phantom. In that battle, Jiang Chen had relied on the Golden Seal Lord to suppress the phantom with ease.
Now, seeing the Asura Great Emperor's physical transformation, he grew even less inclined to take the man lightly.
He knew this had to be the Asura Great Emperor's more fearsome trump card.
Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Chen reached out and seized the Primordial Magnetite Golden Mountain in his grasp. Chanting a string of incantations under his breath, the golden mountain swelled instantly to a height of ten zhang.
Amid the rolling golden radiance, the Golden Seal Lord burst forth from the light, revealing his own even more majestic dharma body.
"Golden Seal Lord — this man has entered a berserk physical state. Go test him."
The strength of the Golden Seal Lord depended on the Primordial Magnetite Golden Mountain. And the strength of the Primordial Magnetite Golden Mountain depended on how much of its potential Jiang Chen had unlocked.
The golden mountain held tremendous potential, but Jiang Chen was still young and had yet to fully excavate it.
The Golden Seal Lord was clearly no match for a berserk Asura Great Emperor in raw physical combat.
However, the Golden Seal Lord's greatest advantage lay in the Primordial Magnetite Golden Mountain standing behind him. For that reason, he feared nothing.
Receiving Jiang Chen's command, the Golden Seal Lord wasted no time. Transforming into a streak of golden light, he hurtled madly toward the Asura Great Emperor.
The Golden Seal Lord was overwhelming in his dominance. With a sweep of his hand, the magnetite force crystallized into two weapons — one blade, one sword — and he slashed them horizontally at the Asura Great Emperor's waist.
In terms of sheer size, the Golden Seal Lord's dharma body was no smaller than the Asura Great Emperor's, if not larger. Yet when the Asura Great Emperor saw the Golden Seal Lord bearing down on him, he merely gave a cold snort.