A loud laugh came from behind Zhao Xuanqi, followed by a sharp whistle of wind. A tall figure flashed past him, leaving only an afterimage and a terrifying aura that surged like an ocean tide.
The entire courtyard was instantly enveloped as if by dark clouds. Battle cries echoed from within them, and flashes of platinum-gold light pierced through, like a Wandering Dragon thrashing about.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, the aura of war piercing the heavens!
It was as if an army of thousands had converged upon the courtyard, and the intense, terrifying pressure was almost suffocating.
And yet, there was no army in the courtyard—only one man.
One man, the equal of a thousand troops!
Under the effects of a Breaking Extreme art and a Secret Technique, Xiang Ji's body had swelled to nearly two and a half meters tall. His bulging muscles looked less like flesh and more like a suit of Divine Martial Battle Armor!
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
