Ascension of the Immortal Asura - 899 Two Fearsome Enemies

A beam of astral energy suddenly shot out of the exact location Thunderfist was punching, just below the right rib of the figure. Thunderfists eyes widened in surprise as the beam slammed into him, not expecting the Astral Emperor to be able to unleash such an attack.

Thunderfist streaked backwards through the sky, fighting against the powerful beam of astral energy. A hammer suddenly fell down towards the Astral Emperors head, who turned to face the hulking Daoist Eternal Weapon. He only reached up to Daoist Eternal Weapons waist, making him look quite small in comparison.

The two top arms of the Astral Emperor flared with bright astral energy, forming two massive astral swords. Both cleaved up towards the hammer, each unleashing a potent astral based sword art. The image of stars seemed to trail behind the swords, as if the sword form had reached a pinnacle level capable of forming natural phenomena.

“Let’s see where that arrogance comes from,” Daoist Eternal Weapon roared, his hammer colliding with the astral blades. It was as if two celestial objects had collided, each incapable of being stopped.

The ground ruptured beneath the Astral Emperor’s feet as he braced against the attack, which quickly forced him to his knees. A powerful formational energy, swirling through the air with complex rune diagrams slammed into the Astral Emperors side, knocking him off balance.

A storm of lightning returned to the battle, continuing its barrage on the Astral Emperor. Three against one, he was defending, but succumbing to their collective onslaught. Especially from Daoist Eternal Weapon. His power was far greater than the Astral Emperor had expected, as after the first probing blow from Daoist Eternal Weapon’s hammer, each attack had been stronger than the last.

He had started using his forging table, unleashing attacks similar to the one that had been used against the Asura. These attacks were beyond cataclysmic, pushing the Astral Emperor to the very limit.

The three fighting the Astral Emperor felt a glimmer of hope as the battle continued. If they could defeat him, they could help the others against the Asura. Perhaps then…

Boom!

As if appearing to shatter their newly formed hopes, the Astral Emperor’s might suddenly exploded outwards, surging to an even higher level. The surging power knocked the three cultivators backwards dozens of miles before they steadied themselves.

They peered back towards the Astral Emperor, who was now nowhere to be seen. Their gazes snapped upwards as they spotted the Astral Emperor above them. He had appeared like a ghost without them even realizing he had moved.

His massive figure was no more, and instead he had returned to his normal human size. However, the astral armor still covered his body, only this time it conformed to his natural figure. His hair was flowing behind him, shifting in colors, appearing like shimmering stars. The three narrowed their eyes as they stared at the man above them.

Both his power, as well as the might emanating from the astral armor was far more powerful than before. The Astral Emperor pointed at them, and the world seemed to stop.

“Astral Supernova!” his ethereal voice seemed to come from all directions.

Boom!

A blast of astral Qi, like the supernova from a star, blasted down onto the three, its power practically equivalent to the beam of lightning the dragon had unleashed moments ago. The world seemed to end for them as they were swallowed up in its power.

…

Boom!

The dragon’s enormous claw slammed down onto the earth once more, destroying everything around it once more. The formation fractured to the point of shattering, and then reformed, drawing another large swath of spirit crystal energy into itself.

The dragon then raised its head to the sky, its mouth flickering with ruinous lightning. It looked back down to the ground, its mouth widening, unleashing a devastating beam of lightning.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

Boom!

The earth shuddered as the beam of lightning rained down ceaselessly, bathing the land in its power. A storm of lightning radiated outwards in all directions, the flickers of lightning ravaging the earth. The dragon closed its mouth after unleashing the beam for some time, and stared at the ground, gaze narrowed. Its eyes flickered, and it raised its claw upwards and then struck down again, a storm of lighting covering the claw.

Boom!

The Dragon’s claw suddenly lurched upwards into the air, followed by its massive body. It was thrown into the sky, tumbling over itself multiple times before righting itself dozens of miles away. Blood dripped down from its claw that had been repelled, staining the fractured land below it red.

The Asura emerged from the fractured ground, its malevolent aura covering the land once more. Its blood red eyes stared at the lightning dragon, while four massive sabers were now held in each of its muscular arms. The blades of the pitch black sabers were stained red with the blood of the countless victims the Asura had slaughtered in its life, adding to his ferocious and terrifying appearance.

The blow would have easily killed any of the human cultivators, yet it had just injured the dragon’s claw. A grunt of approval boomed from the Asura’s mouth.

Thunderzen and the Alliance head inspected the Asura, and groaned internally as they noticed it had suffered almost no damage at all. Other than a few minor scrapes and cuts on its skin, it was otherwise unharmed. Its durability was far greater than they had imagined it would be.

Although that had not been Raijen’s strongest attack, it wasn’t far off from it either. With the Asura suffering such little damage, any hope of victory instantly faded away at that moment.

“The original plan it is then,” the Alliance head said, to which Thunderzen nodded.

“I’ll try to hold off for as long as possible before I use it,” the Alliance head said, to which Thunderzen nodded again.

The air around the Honorable Alliance leader started to dance, as if commanded by him. A tempest started to swirl around him, which then expanded outwards and upwards into the sky, forming a howling storm hundreds of miles in an instant. The winds of the storm moved at speeds dangerous to even World Expansion cultivators, while powerful beams of natural lightning flickered frequently in the storm clouds above.

The Asura stared at the storm all around him, and then ignored it, shifting his gaze towards the dragon.

“I heard about you,” the Asura growled, a snarling smile appearing on its face. The lightning dragon stared back at the Asura, his head held high, its pride as a dragon unyielding.

“You have not yet grown to a level that can challenge me, yet you dare raise your head before me as if you are king! Even the mightiest of your draconic races fell under the power of the Asuras, and you will be no different!” the Asura sneered.

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Thunderzen pushed his cultivation to the absolute limit, holding nothing back at all. His cultivation climbed to the Half-Step Holy Manifestation Realm, almost as if it would break through at a moment’s notice. His eyes glowed like storms of lightning, while the staff in his hand slammed downwards before him, the world before him became lightning.

There was no sound. No warning. Just nothing, and then lightning.

“Thunderfall Judgement!”