The Spirit Race Ancestor's true body was not the Jade Ruyi, so how could he have transformed into such an ugly monster?
Beyond astonishment, there was only more astonishment, but at this moment, Lin Xuan had no time to ponder it carefully.
No matter what his opponent was, the urgent task before him left him only one path: to do everything in his power to wipe him out.
With the situation having developed to this point, neither side had any room left to turn things around.
A dragon's roar entered his ears, and golden light flashed. With a swing of its tail, the True Dragon had already pounced forward with a ferocious momentum.
So what if he had transformed into a Two-Headed Four-Armed Monster?
Let the True Dragon test whether this fellow's vicious appearance was all he had.
One had to know that although there were many kinds of true spirits, the True Dragon was absolutely one of the strongest among them. Though the one before him had been transformed through the True Spirit Transformation Sword Art, it was by no means a thing that merely looked the part. No matter from which angle one looked, it possessed quite a bit of the True Dragon's divine bearing.
Seeing that it had already pounced close, the True Dragon flicked its tail and opened its bloody maw wide. Yet no lightning, thunder, or fire was spat out. In their place was a hazy mass of air.
It looked simple, but what was gestating inside it was anything but ordinary.
Dragon Breath!
A legendary innate supreme technique that only a True Dragon could use.
As for what kind of might it had, Lin Xuan was not very clear either. The ancient records contained only some extremely vague descriptions.
Legend had it that it