Kuang Dao slowly dragged his battered and wounded body as a ferocious aura suddenly erupted from within him. Letting out an angry roar that shook the heavens, his presence surged like an erupting volcano. His bloodshot eyes and distorted, grimacing face revealed an endless viciousness that struck awe into the hearts of beholders. He gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, the veins on his arms bulging like coiling dragons while his muscles tensed, surging with turbulent power within. His body rapidly expanded, his originally tall frame becoming even more massive and robust. His muscles seemed forged from steel, brimming with destructive force. His skin turned a deep, dark red, glowing with an eerie light as if he were a demon stepping forth from the netherworld. The evil aura radiating from his entire body swept through the surroundings like a black whirlwind.
Feng Wenjun stood as steady as Mount Tai. His gaze was resolute and calm, shining like the stars. "How is he transforming just like Kumamoto Takeo? This is that Demon Race aura again." Shifting his body slightly with a fluid and natural motion, like a feather dancing in the wind, he effortlessly dodged the whistling blade qi. His feet seemed to tread upon invisible steps, his movements agile and versatile as his form flickered through the air like an elusive phantom.
Feng Wenjun and Kuang Dao confronted each other high in the air, their figures standing out sharply against a backdrop of churning dark clouds. Lightning …
Chapter 51