A purple aurora appeared over the old city district, but tonight's night sky was darker than usual.
Zzzz!
Jiang Hou's right hand crackled with black arcs, piercing the air and producing a sizzling sound. With a slight grasp, he slowly drew a black and white Demon Blade, one point four meters long, from the void.
Buzz!
The hilt's evil ghost eyes emitted a black and white glow, like a liquid covering Jiang Hou's entire body. The black energy formed battle armor, while the white turned into bandages wrapping around his upper body.
This time, the bandages didn't cover Jiang Hou's face, revealing more defined features than before. His eyes were piercing, and his waist-length hair flowed without the wind.
Accompanied by black arcs leaping across his body, Duan Xuan, witnessing this for the first time, widened his eyes.
"Wow! Brother Jiang Hou, that move is so cool!"
