110: Chapter 110 Slaying the Asura!

Skyfire Valley.

A violent energy storm raged above the valley.

The pitch-black void was like the maw of a greedy beast, crazily devouring everything in its surroundings.

Whether it was the boiling magma or the hard, dark red rocks, everything turned to powder the moment it touched the edge of the void.

The collision of the two Fire-type Sovereign Power was truly too terrifying.

The surrounding God-level Experts, who had originally intended to seize the treasure, were now fleeing frantically toward the outside of the valley for their lives.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat further!"

A Six-Star Fiend let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He was a split second too slow.

The violent aftermath of the destruction grazed his right arm.

That arm, reinforced with Divine Power, instantly vaporized, leaving not even a fragment of bone behind.

Who would dare to gamble with their own life?

This group of experts, usually so high and mighty, were now like stray dogs.

They retreated dozens of miles in one breath before stopping, filled with shock and uncertainty.

Dozens of gazes were fixed firmly on the center of the valley.

At the edge of the void.

Allen Dawson stood holding his sword.

The violent spatial turbulence slashed against his body, but only produced the harsh, crisp sound of metal clashing.

Fire-type Sovereign Power was still burning fiercely on his body surface.

The crimson flames made him appear like an unparalleled god of slaughter.

He hadn't even taken half a step back.

Looking at Borg on the other side.

This renowned Thunder Asura now looked utterly disheveled.

Black lightning flickered violently.

Borg was doing his utmost to resist the spatial tearing force.

He swept a glance at Allen Dawson, his pupils constricting sharply.

"This is impossible!"

"Hard-tanking a spatial black hole caused by the collision of sovereign force?"

"Even an Asura-level expert would be severely injured if they were not careful."

"What kind of monster is this kid!"

An inexplicable, bone-chilling cold rose in the depths of Borg's heart.

From the beginning of the battle until now.

The lightning speed he was so proud of had been easily seen through by his opponent.

The physical attacks he was so proud of couldn't even break the other party's skin.

Now, even his trump card, the sovereign force, had been used.

Yet the opponent was still so calm and composed.

This massive gap in information created a strong sense of powerlessness in Borg.

A cold sneer curled the corner of Allen Dawson's mouth.

The probing was over.

He had completely figured out the attack methods of this Thunder Asura.

The Profound Mystery of Thunder combined with the Profound Mystery of Electromagnetic Force was indeed extremely fast.

But in front of his Great Perfection level Profound Mystery of Fire Body Art, this speed was simply not enough.

"Old man, is this all your trump card amounts to?"

Allen Dawson flicked his wrist, and the zhan tian sword let out a clear, ringing sound.

"Then you can go and die."

Before the words had even faded.

Allen Dawson stomped heavily on the ground.

The hard spatial barrier was cracked open by his stomp.

His body turned into a distorted crimson stream of light, his speed more than doubling compared to before.

The Physical Body strength at the level of a sovereign artifact exploded completely at this moment, without any restraint.

A massive, overwhelming force poured into the zhan tian sword along his arm.

This seemingly ordinary long sword had a heart-stopping, eerie light shimmering along its blade edge.

"Arrogant!"

Borg laughed out of extreme anger.

He was an Asura.

To be mocked by a nobody in front of everyone—how could he swallow this insult?

The remaining sovereign force in the black droplet was crazily urged by him.

The thunder war hammer transformed into a black dragon of rage spanning the sky, roaring as it met Allen Dawson.

This was the strongest ultimate technique Borg had created by fusing five Profound Mystery of Thunder.

"Thunder Dragon Rends the Heavens!"

The two terrifying attacks collided violently in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a teeth-grinding sound of shattering.

"Crack!"

That arrogant black thunder dragon began to disintegrate inch by inch from its head.

Allen Dawson's zhan tian sword was like cutting through tofu.

It easily split the thunder dragon and struck straight toward Borg's head.

With a Physical Body at the level of a sovereign artifact combined with Asura-level Divine Power.

The physical attack power of this sword strike had completely exceeded the scope of Borg's comprehension.

"Danger!"

"Fatal danger!"

Every hair on Borg's body stood on end as he desperately tried to twist his body to dodge.

It was too late.

The speed of the zhan tian sword was simply too fast, so fast that even an Asura's nerves could not react.

A crimson sword light flashed by.

Borg's movements instantly froze in place.

The brilliance in those eyes, filled with rage and unwillingness, rapidly dissipated.

A very thin red line spread downward from his forehead.

"Boom!"

Borg's body exploded with a bang, turning into minced meat filling the sky.

A godspark radiating black light fell down, lonely and abandoned.

Allen Dawson scooped it up with one hand, grabbing the Highgod godspark of lightning.

He looked down to search, but his brows suddenly furrowed.

He had used too much force in that sword strike just now.

The space ring on Borg's finger had actually been shredded directly by the Sword Qi of the zhan tian sword.

A dignified Asura's space ring must have contained countless wealth and treasures.

And just like that, it was gone.

Allen Dawson cursed under his breath.

"Too reckless."

"Next time I slash someone, I need to be more measured and not slash the loot away as well."

Outside the valley.

There was a deathly silence.

Dozens of God-level Experts stood frozen in place like statues.

They stared fixedly at the crimson figure in the valley holding the long sword.

Their throats were dry.

Their hands and feet were cold.

The Thunder Asura, Borg, an old-school Asura who had dominated Qingya Prefecture for countless years.

Just died like that?

Killed instantly with one sword strike by a Fire-type expert they had never heard of?

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

This faint sound broke the stagnant atmosphere.

The crowd instantly erupted into chaos.

"One sword strike! He only used one sword strike!"

"That's an Asura! Even an Asura using sovereign force was killed by him?"

"Who on earth is this person? There is no such figure among the Fire-type Asuras of Hell!"

"Too terrifying. The power of that sword strike just now... I even felt like the space itself was going to be completely severed."

A few Seven-Star Fiends gathered together, whispering to each other, their tones filled with awe.

They had originally intended to wait for Borg to kill this kid and then find an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Now it seemed.

That idea was simply flirting with death.

Allen Dawson ignored the commotion outside the valley entirely.

His gaze turned toward the boiling lava lake in the center of the valley.

The red lotus karmic fire core was floating quietly in the very center of the lava, emitting a refreshing and exotic fragrance.

Allen Dawson flashed, appearing directly above the magma.

The temperature here was ridiculously high.

Even an ordinary high-god artifact would be instantly melted if it fell in.

For Allen Dawson, this temperature was just like soaking in a hot spring.

A Physical Body at the level of a sovereign artifact simply ignored this level of high heat.

He reached out his hand.

Without any obstruction, he passed through the Origin fire shield surrounding the red lotus karmic fire core.

He plucked this rare treasure, which was crimson all over and resembled a lotus flower, into his hand.

The petals were like they were carved from rubies, with magma-like liquid flowing inside.

Allen Dawson played with it for a moment before carefully putting it into his space ring.

The treasure was secured.

There was no need to continue staying here and letting people gawk at him like a monkey.

Allen Dawson flipped his hand and took out a sword-shaped metallic lifeform.

He tossed it into the air.

The metallic lifeform expanded in the wind, transforming into a streamlined warship dozens of meters long.

Allen Dawson leaped onto the deck.

The cabin door closed.

The sword-shaped metallic lifeform turned into a stream of light, instantly tearing through the clouds and disappearing into the horizon.

It wasn't until long after Allen Dawson had left.

That the crowd outside the valley woke up as if from a dream.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with undisguised greed and envy.

The red lotus karmic fire core!

That was a Heaven-Defying rare treasure that could help a Fire-type expert fuse their fifth Profound Mystery.

Who wouldn't covet that?

But coveting was one thing.

Who would dare to chase him?

An unparalleled powerhouse who could split a Thunder Asura with one sword strike—who had a long enough life to go and court disaster?

The crowd looked at each other, and in the end, could only sigh and disperse one by one.