Ascension Of The Immortal Asura

Chapter 1136  The Sword-Saint's Resolve

His blood essence burning within, igniting a power that the Sword-Saint had never felt before, he sped towards the battle, piercing into John's Domain of Anguish. The Sword-Saint braced himself for the pain, but still couldn't help but gasp from the agony he felt, both mental and physical.

It was as if his body was being flayed, his skin peeled, his muscles ripped, his bones ground into dust. It was as if his soul was being cooked alive by an infernal hellfire, making each thought excruciating, affecting both his combat prowess and instincts.

Still, despite this excruciating pain, the Sword-Saint pushed forward, knowing that he needed to help end this battle quickly and decisively. The only way to do that was to get up close and personal to the Yang-Sovereign, unleashing an attack that the Yang-Sovereign was not able to deflect at the last possible moment. As he sped into the dark domain, his vision became a blur as the black and red of the Asura Domain mixed with the Yang of the Lotus Realm. It was like being plunged into a sea of black and red magma, so thick it was difficult to move through. So hot that it burned his flesh, charring his skin and adding to the pain he felt.

Within this sea of agony, the Sword-Saint spotted John and the Yang-Sovereign, the two of them locked in a brutal battle, exchanging attack after attack, wound after wound. The Sword-Saint grit his teeth and firmed his resolve for the last push of power, both in this battle, and potentially his life. Then, his sword glowing like a brilliant white sun, he joined the battle.

Within this sea of agony, the Sword-Saint spotted John and the Yang-Sovereign, the two of them locked in a brutal battle, exchanging attack after attack, wound after wound. The Sword-Saint grit his teeth and firmed his resolve for the last push of power, both in this battle, and potentially his life. Then, his sword glowing like a brilliant white sun, he joined the battle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The realm of the Yang Lotus trembled nonstop as John and the Yang-Sovereign exchanged a flurry of attacks, both of them landing gruesome blows on the other. Qi and blood flew about the air, becoming singed by the immense heat of the Yang surrounding them. The Yang-Sovereign flicked his one arm towards John, five balls of power, like miniature suns, appearing before each finger. The miniature suns sped towards John and surrounded him in an instant, then exploded before he could react. While not as powerful as the fully powered Pure Yang Supernova, each of the five miniature suns were powerful enough to destroy entire countries, ruin entire kingdoms. All five exploded at point blank range, drowning John in the center of a horrifyingly powerful explosion.

BOOM!

The entire Yang-Sphere shook violently, the Yang Lotus realm unable to fully contain the power of the explosion and shockwaves. The spectators below were blasted by this shockwave, many of them knocked unconscious by its power, then sucked up into the Yang Lotus as they no longer had the power to resist its suction.

For those who stayed conscious, their anxious worries continued to grow, as there was seemingly no end to the battle in sight. And even if there was an end, it didn't look promising that it would end in victory.

"Hahaha!" maniacal laughter boomed from within the explosion of Pure Yang, followed by John shooting out of it, his expression twisted. His body was completely devoid of skin, while many of his muscles were ripped, many bones fractured or completely broken.

The Yang-Sovereign's eyes went wide as he watched John approach him without a care for his injuries, which began to heal at an unnatural speed. The Sovereign thought that attack would have given him breathing room, but no matter what he did, John continued to come for him like an undead zombie, unable to be killed. An Immortal Asura, unable to be defeated. "KILL!" John roared maniacally, his scythe slashing outwards towards the falling Yang-Sovereign. An Asura Reaping Scythe image cleaved towards the Yang-Sovereign, parting all Yang before it, reaching the Yang-Sovereign in an instant. The Yang-Sovereign grit his teeth and swung his flail outwards, the striking head slamming against the scythe image. Another explosion blasted between them, which John ignored as he shot through it, his body destroyed and reformed anew before he could truly die. He no longer held his scythe, and so his speed was far greater than before, not slowed down by its immense weight. Like a meteor crashing down to a planet, John sped downwards feet first, his heels smashing directly towards the Yang-Sovereign's chest.

The Yang-Sovereign had already received one of these attacks from John, and had no intention of taking another directly. He no longer looked down on John's physical body attacks, which were somehow just as strong as his attacks with his weapon, or so it seemed. The Yang-Sovereign recovered his flail's striking head with a flick of his wrist, then swung it outwards towards John. With the power of stars, the striking head shot upwards towards John, intending on ending the fight now that John was weaponless.

The Yang-Sovereign's gaze suddenly snapped to the side, his eyes going wide as he saw a flash of light appear, like a metallic object catching the light just right. He then saw John's scythe, spinning through the air, moving directly towards him like a bladed wheel of death. Without realizing it, John had thrown his scythe in the middle of the explosion, which arced around towards the Yang-Sovereign while he dealt with John directly. This simple attack would have been easily detected in a normal battle with divine sense, but the heat and intensity of the Yang Qi within the Lotus realm was so intense that it interfered with everyone's divine sense, the Yang-Sovereign's included.

The Yang-Sovereign, a combat expert as he was, didn't panic. He continued his flail attack towards John, while his head turned to the side, his mouth opening, a deep glow emerging from within.

Boom!

A blast of ruinous Yang Qi exploded from the Yang-Sovereign's mouth, blasting towards the scythe. The two met in the air, crashing against one another, followed by an explosion as the beam blasted the scythe off course enough to miss the Yang-Sovereign. The Yang-Sovereign smirked as his flail was about to reach John, whose legs would undoubtedly turn to paste if directly struck by the weapon.

"What?" the Yang-Sovereign suddenly cried out, his instincts altering him of an enormous danger approaching from the other side. He knew it was the Sword-Saint, but was surprised by the level of lethality his instincts currently felt. He turned to look at the Sword-Saint, ready to intercept whatever ranged attack he used, much like each of his other attacks.

The Yang-Sovereign's eyes went wide as he spotted the Sword-Saint himself, piercing through the twin domains of Anguish and Yang, directly towards the Yang-Sovereign. The Sword-Saint's body glowed a bright white, tinged ever so slightly with a blood red color. At the same time, the Sword-Saint's power was actually on par with the Yang-Sovereign, something he had not expected at all.

"Have you gone MAD? Burning your blood essence?" the Yang-Sovereign roared with a wild panic.

"I'm dead either way," the Sword-Saint sneered, his sword growing in his hand to become a full mile long, glowing with the white power of the ultimate Sword Dao. With his power increased by burning his blood essence, he swung the massive sword towards the Sovereign, parting Yang and Asura Domain as if both were butter before a hot knife.

The Yang-Sovereign felt dread creep through his body. He could easily deal with the Sword-Saint with the power difference, but with their powers at the same level, that was utterly impossible. Unless he dealt with the Sword-Saint with his full power, the latter would have the opportunity to cleave his body in half. The Yang-Sovereign was not dumb enough to look down on the Sword Dao, known for being the most lethal of all Dao's.

In what was potentially the final battle of his life, the Sword-Saint held nothing back as he swung his sword with his absolute power, intending to cleave even the Heavens apart if that's what was required to win this battle. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Sacred Sword Scripture!"