Lin Ce gave a mocking smile and said, "Nothing more than some external body-tempering techniques that make you look neither human nor ghost. I don't know where you get the courage."
Sang Biao’s cold laugh stopped abruptly, and he roared in anger, "Boy, I’m going to finish you!"
With that, his expression twisted into a savage look. His arms began to swell, and veins throbbed beneath his skin like slithering snakes. His fists grew even larger, as if they had been inflated like balloons.
Chapter 42