Half an hour ago—
Using Xuan Tian Gong, Tang San established a connection with the Asura Sword and discovered that his two martial spirits were approaching the essence of the Asura Sword, gradually merging into it.
"It seems the Asura Sword has chosen you!" Tang Chen was very pleased, feeling that he had found a successor who could replace him in ascending to the realm of the gods.
Tang San did not respond; he released his two martial spirits. The Haotian Hammer was like a red-hot branding iron, turning into a pool of liquid, pouring over the Asura Sword and merging with it, while the Blue Silver Grass transformed into a dark red thorn, twining around the sword's hilt.
Whoosh!
The thorn on the sword's hilt pierced into Tang San's arm, surfaced on his skin, forming a glove covered in barbs from the palm, which felt extremely tough yet had an eerie softness, like inner muscles of the human body without skin covering and protection.
