Zhang Ming felt the scorching pulsation coming from the flood dragon spine in his Dantian. Ever since he integrated this ancient relic three years ago, he felt his Qi and blood surge every new moon.
The "Dragon Origin Backlash" recorded in his sect's secret texts was becoming increasingly apparent. Last night, while practicing his cultivation, he had inadvertently left three-inch-deep claw marks on the stone wall.
"Do you know what it means to follow me?" The veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulged. "There is an inhuman power dormant within me, even my Master..."
Chapter 101