Martial Gods often cultivated for centuries, millennia, or even longer, and were usually quite old. To the Female Martial God, the word "old" was highly sensitive, let alone being called an old woman.
This was absolutely an insult!
"You're courting death!"
The female overseer gritted her teeth and directly activated the arena, eager to kill Fan Lang and vent her fury.
Fan Lang was utterly fearless. He silently waited for the battle to begin while adjusting his physical condition, stirring the Mystic Power within him until it became active like fierce dragons darting through his meridians.
Fight!
A huge character for battle announced the start of the fight.
Fan Lang immediately sprang into action. White light shone over his body as a layer of hard bone spread across his surface. More bony branches extended from it, some connecting together, some locking against each other, and some splitting into yet more branches.
In the blink of an eye, Fan Lang completed his transformation, becoming a dragon constructed entirely of bones!
Bone Dragon Form!
"Roar!!!"
Fan Lang let out a Dragon Roar. Ghostfire ignited within his skeletal eye sockets, and every white bone on his body became wrapped in it. Rather than giving off heat, the ghostfire was bitterly cold, lowering the temperature across the entire arena.
This was a new form Fan Lang had comprehended while watching the previous battles. Iron Bone Marshal's fight had inspired him.
He possessed the Dragon God Bloodline and could also borrow power from the ghost path through the Reincarnation Holy Scripture. The two worked perfectly together, allowing him to achieve this new form.
Outside the arena, Iron Bone Marshal, who was resting, saw this scene and the ghostfire in his eyes flickered. "This True Self Form has something in common with my White Bone Hell.