The weak were like ants. Fan Lang had no need to present evidence to ants, much less gain their approval.
A single thought of his was the standard for deciding life or death!
If they were dissatisfied, they needed the strength to challenge him. Otherwise, it was merely the wailing of ants, too faint to hear.
Under Fan Lang's sharp gaze, those who had questioned him earlier obediently shut their mouths and did not dare say another word.
Fan Lang ended his transformation and returned to his original appearance. Something swayed in the wind, carrying a certain woolly mammoth-like majesty.
Li Yunyan and Cheng Naixin both turned away, refusing to look at Fan Lang's shameless state. If Fan Lang transformed often in the future, they would certainly have plenty of "eye candy," whether they wanted it or not.
"What a shameless guy," Li Yunyan muttered.
Cheng Naixin nodded in agreement.
Fan Lang tore off the scraps of cloth on his body and changed into clean clothes. Constantly bursting out of his clothes really was not a solution. He was not an exhibitionist, so he would have to find a way to deal with it later.
Some equipment could change along with the wearer's body. Wearing such equipment meant there was no need to worry about clothes bursting apart. For details, one could refer to Hulk's big underpants.
Fan Lang left the Bewildering Formation Ruins with his two female companions and set out on the return journey. His next target would be the Dragon Scale Sword.
After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, Fan Lang found some time to visit the Red Flower Pavilion alone. He looked at an open stretch of ground. Beneath it lay the hidden Dragon Scale Sword.
The Dragon Scale Sword would break free of its seal