Fan Shen's vision swam. His body was breaking apart, the stolen divinities within him writhing in agony. But even now, his golden eyes burned with defiance.
"LIES!" he roared. "We're the SAME! Both of us took what wasn't ours! Both of us climbed over corpses to reach this point! Don't you DARE look down on me!"
Fan Shen raised the Human Emperor Sword high. "I will show it to you."
Yun Lintian's eyes narrowed.
Buzz—
Fan Shen's broken form suddenly stopped mid-air. Golden light erupted from his chest—a radiance that didn't belong to any of the stolen divinities.
It was something purer.
Something older.
The Power of Mortals.
Countless strands of golden energy surged from the void itself, weaving into Fan Shen's wounds. His shattered bones knitted back together. His torn flesh regenerated. His aura—already monstrous—exploded outward in a tidal wave of raw power.
Yun Lintian instinctively raised the God Slaying Sword to block—
BOOM!
