Chapter 1039 - 660: 8th-Tier Asura, Die!
Chapter 1039: Chapter 660: 8th-Tier Asura, Die!
Within the cave, lightning and dark red aura clashed and intertwined, dividing the space into a stark contrast of light and shadow.
Saral looked down at his empty right hand; the dark red saber that had accompanied him for decades was now reduced to shards scattered across the charred rocks.
His fingers were still reflexively flexing, as if trying to hold onto something already lost.
But after all, Saral was a Tier Eight Holy Blood Asura.
Within just a few breaths, he regained his composure, his crimson eyes suddenly lifting to fixate on Qin Tian, flames of wrath and murderous intent burning deep in his pupils.
"Do you think, without a sword, I can’t kill you?"
Saral’s voice was deep, like rolling thunder, echoing through the cave.
He took a deep breath, and the dark red spiritual energy within him surged like a flood breaking its banks, completely awakening the ancient Asura power within his bloodline.
"Asura Battle Physique—activate!"
With a loud roar, Saral’s body began to expand intensely.
Different from Ossar, Saral’s Asura Battle Physique was more mature, more terrifying.
His body rapidly grew to over three meters tall, muscles as if cast in steel, each one containing explosive power, while dense dark red patterns emerged on his skin, which moved across the surface like living things, emitting a suffocating evil aura.
Three heads emerged from his shoulders—the middle head with a ferocious face and exposed fangs; the left head with closed eyes, emitting strange spiritual waves; the right head with wide-open eyes, blood flames burning in its pupils.
Six arms extended from beneath his ribs, each thicker than an ordinary person’s thigh, fists clenched, joints cracking.
More fearsome yet, a layer of dark red keratin scales covered the surface of Saral’s Asura Battle Physique, tightly arrayed, each scale shimmering with a metallic luster, clearly possessing incredible defense power.
Three heads and six arms, keratin scales—this is the true form of a Tier Eight Asura.
A terrifying pressure surged from Saral, sweeping through the cave like a hurricane.
The ground fragments were blown into disarray, and even the air was thick with a bloodthirsty scent.
Qin Tian’s brow subtly raised.
Saral’s aura had multiplied several times compared to before, those three heads implying an all-round, seamless view and perception, while the six arms signified an impervious attack-defense unity, and the keratin scales elevated his defense power to an astonishing level.
Such is the horror of the Asura Battle Physique.
"For a Tier Seven Spiritualist to force me to unleash the Asura Battle Physique, you can take pride in that."
Saral’s three heads spoke simultaneously, voices overlapping with an eerie resonance, "But this is where it ends."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Saral moved.
All six arms swung simultaneously, each one like an independent combat unit, attacking Qin Tian from different angles.
Some fists smashed down, some fingers formed claws to tear, some palms slashed like sabers, some even reaching directly for Qin Tian’s weapon.
Fist winds howled, claw shadows layered heavily.
The strength of a Tier Eight Asura was fully displayed in this moment—each punch carried power enough to shatter mountains and rocks, each claw capable of ripping through steel. The six arms worked in perfect coordination, sealing off all of Qin Tian’s escape routes.
Qin Tian’s eyes narrowed, lightning bursting beneath his feet, his form slipping through the gaps between fists and claws at the brink of disaster, Black Frost Saber cutting horizontally, carrying purple-gold lightning aimed at Saral’s leftmost arm.
"Clang—!"
The blade struck Saral’s arm, emitting a crisp sound of metal clashing.
The keratin scales split open a gap, dark red blood seeping from the wound, but the arm merely paused, then struck again.
Saral actually bore the strike of the Black Frost Saber with his flesh, suffering only a single wound; his defense power was evident.
Qin Tian’s eyes hardened; there was no time to think, his form dodging again.
Saral’s six arms attacked relentlessly like a storm, punch after punch, claw after claw, with no respite.
His three heads granted him nearly perfect sight; no matter which direction Qin Tian attacked from, one of the heads would catch him, and then the other arms would instantly block him.
Qin Tian’s Black Frost Saber left wound after wound on Saral’s body—shoulders, arms, waist, thighs, each strike slicing through the keratin scales, each drawing dark red blood.
But Saral didn’t care.
The Asura Battle Physique’s regeneration ability was terrifying to the extreme.
The wounds cut by the Black Frost Saber began healing as soon as the blood flowed—muscle fibers reconnecting, keratin scales regrowing, and in less than two breaths’ time, the wounds vanished without a trace.
As if those blade wounds had never existed.
Qin Tian’s saber moved as fast as lightning, his Thunder Skill fierce, yet Saral was like a tireless battle machine—you strike him once, he immediately heals; you retreat a step, he advances two; you attempt to pull away, he uses six arms to hold you fast.
This is the terror of a Tier Eight Asura.
Not simply high attack or high defense but an almost flawless battle body. Strength, speed, defense, regeneration, all top-tier, coupled with the combat dimension supremacy granted by three heads and six arms, leaving opponents completely out of options.