Legend of the Asura Emperor

Without any suspense, a huge explosion echoed as the Dragon Slash of the Nine Heavens landed on the fake Junhan. Junhan himself immediately withdrew his massive aura and desperately sank his body to avoid the terrifying sword energy of the approaching demonic dragon descending to earth.

After all, this dragon-shaped sword energy wasn't a real celestial dragon; it would stop once its head was blasted off. Since the demonic dragon's descent hadn't been completely destroyed, Jun Han could only try to dodge it.

Fortunately, the moment the Dragon Slash landed on the fake Jun Han, the aura that had been trapping Jun Han disappeared, so Jun Han was able to dodge the enormous sword energy with relative ease.

Watching the headless black tornado disappear into the distance, eventually dissipating into a burst of dark power, Jun Han turned his gaze back to the location of the fake Jun Han.

"I've lost. I can't believe I've lost again." All that could be seen was half a face of the fake Jun Han. His body had long since shattered into specks of black energy, but the remaining half of his face still clung to him. His voice was filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't accept his defeat.

But it wasn't just this fake Jun Han who was incredulous; Jun Han was equally shocked. Even a centipede, at most, is dead but not stiff.

But this guy in front of him was truly immortal. Even with only half a face remaining, he could still speak with an air of self-importance. Although Jun Han knew that the fake Jun Han in front of him wasn't a real entity, it still left Jun Han feeling indescribably strange.

After muttering for a while, the fake Junhan turned his remaining eye to look at Junhan and said, "My lord, you did win this time. However, as you can see, my power is now almost as strong as yours. I only lost because of your luck. If you hadn't been lucky enough to comprehend the Chaos Sword Intent, you would have already perished under the Demon Dragon's Descent."

After saying that, the fake Junhan laughed loudly, "My lord, this time luck is on your side, so you were able to win against me, but next time, you won't be so lucky. Luck can't always be on your side, and now that you've lost your luck, I can take your place at any time."

"The guy with only half a head left is still yelling. Do you think I'm afraid of your pointless threats? Since you've said that, I might as well tell you: no matter how many times you come, I will defeat you."

Even if I can't kill you, I will always suppress you. You are the dark side of my heart, so no matter how many times, I will kill you.

The icy tone and unwavering gaze fell like sharp swords on the remaining half of the fake Jun Han's face. Upon hearing Jun Han's words, the fake Jun Han immediately smiled, but the smile on only half of his face looked extremely eerie. After a cold laugh, the fake Jun Han said, "I've remembered your words, my true self. Look forward to it, look forward to our next encounter."

Let's see if you can keep your word next time.

"Do you think you can have a next time? I'll make you vanish into thin air right now." Upon hearing the fake Junhan's words, Junhan's eyes unleashed an undisguised killing intent.

At the same time, the golden longsword in Jun Han's hand once again erupted with scorching golden light. In an instant, the sword light shot out, and the next moment, the remaining half of the fake Jun Han's face, which was suspended in mid-air, was severed by Jun Han's sword.

"Haha... I admit defeat this time, but remember, one day I will take your place. Until that day comes, you'd better take good care of your body. Don't die before then, or I will make you suffer the eternal torment of hellfire, haha..."

Half of the face slowly faded away in the wind, but the fake Junhan's cold voice still echoed in the world. Junhan also clearly felt that he had not been able to kill the fake Junhan at all. At most, the other party could only be described as 'seriously wounded and fled'.

Even Junhan himself hadn't reached a conclusion on whether that level of injury constituted a 'serious injury' for the fake Junhan.

Only after the surrounding darkness completely dissipated did Jun Han finally breathe a sigh of relief. Then, his gaze returned to the two enormous runes, one gold and one black.

"One thought can make you a god, another a demon." Subconsciously, Jun Han murmured this sentence, and even he himself did not understand why he said it.

After he finished speaking, Jun Han suddenly realized and said, "Right, I've been here before, and every time I've heard this saying, 'One thought can make you a god, one thought can make you a demon,' what does that mean?"

While pondering these thoughts, Jun Han also observed the two runes. Although they appeared profound, they didn't seem to contain anything particularly special. The runes appeared to be carved entirely from rock, forming a single, unified whole. The intense aura emanating from them was awe-inspiring.

Jun Han gently reached out his hand, wanting to touch the rotating runes, but as soon as his hand reached the area surrounded by golden light, a tremendous force repelled his hand.

Although he could use the power of this rune to fight his inner demons, it seemed that the rune did not want Jun Han to touch it. Or perhaps it should be said that Jun Han, at his current state, seemed to be completely unqualified to touch it.

Looking at his right hand, which had been burned to a charred black, Jun Han was speechless. He had only gotten a little close, and his entire left hand had turned into something resembling a roasted pig, completely charred.

If he were to force his way close, Jun Han would undoubtedly be burned to ashes by the golden light.

Junhan had no doubt about this.

As for the other black rune, Jun Han knew what the consequences would be without even trying.

Jun Han didn't believe that the two runes, who seemed to be struggling together and wandering aimlessly in this wasteland, would show favoritism towards each other.

Just as Jun Han was thinking about whether to use other methods to investigate the two runes in front of him, a strong feeling of dizziness surged into his head.

The next moment, Jun Han felt the surrounding scenery begin to distort, and his body began to become lighter and lighter.

"Damn it, am I going to be kicked out again?" Jun Han muttered to himself as he watched the surrounding scenery begin to change and gradually be swallowed by darkness.

Those two runes, one gold and one black, clearly held a great secret. Jun Han was even certain that the emergence of his dark side was closely related to those dark runes.

Adding to the powerful force that arose when he borrowed the golden rune earlier, Jun Han had to admit that borrowing the power of this rune was indeed a huge temptation.

Jun Han's improvement in that state was not something that could be described as merely a matter of one or two levels of power; it was a complete leap in his cultivation realm. Who could resist the temptation of such an instantaneous method of becoming stronger?

Even a god cannot resist becoming stronger.