The Asura King had no time to admire the magical weapon in his hands. He lifted his long knife and struck Asura. Gold light flashed, a sharp light blade formed instantaneously, and cut through Asura's torso, its sharp edge totally disregarding the defenses layered over Asura's body and penetrating through.
"You old bastard, give me back my crown!"
Asura, ignoring the flesh that had been cut from his belly, enthusiastically stared at the uniquely designed golden crown. He deeply believed that the Asura King's current strength came from the crown! If he had it, who would dare to stop him whether he was in the heavens or on earth?!
"If you have the ability, come take it. If you can defeat me here, then, I will certainly not break my promise. I will return it with both hands!"
What was Asura King thinking about, wanting to hand over the crown, so dear to him, to another person?
"I'll send you off first!"