The King of Asura was shocked.
He was truly astonished.
According to his estimation, the ultimate move his father, the God, had prepared for him contained power comparable to the self-destruction of a small world and was imbued with all sorts of strange poisons, surely enough to kill Divine Spirits, or at least threaten them.
But now?
It had been broken by Jiang Ming with a single sword strike and swallowed with one gulp.
This completely overturned his understanding, surpassing his comprehension.
"Why are you attacking me?" Jiang Ming asked, "I've broken through two major sieges of the Holy City, even shattered Divine Artifacts. Why were you confident that you could suppress me? Even if you could, wouldn't it bring you immense trouble? Why do a thankless task that's so difficult for you?"
To gain fame?
Absolutely not.
Having reached such a level of cultivation, who doesn't see that strength is the foundation of everything?
With power, what fame can't you obtain?
