"Zhou Daqian, I originally thought you were only worth three-tenths of my strength."
Ying Tianfeng's voice was as piercing as a frigid wind. "But now it seems you are worthy of making me go all out."
"If I fail to hold back later and accidentally beat you to death, the Eight Lords won't blame me even if they learn the truth!"
As he spoke, a layer of iron-bead-like gooseflesh rose across his skin. Willow-leaf-like hairs stood on end one by one, as though a thick layer of feathers had covered his body.
The Source of Golden Body from the Ten Sweeps of Chilling Cold Art: Black Feather.
Combined with the unique secret art of his profound cultivation method, it became the most famous armor of "Lone Swan" Ying Tianfeng—the Startling Swan Feather Robe.
Under this feather robe's covering, his movement speed reached a horrifying six times the speed of sound, while both his attack and defense doubled.
Every onlooker who witnessed this changed expression, knowing Zhou You was in trouble.
Ying Tianfeng, who had effortlessly defeated the Strong Martial Guards moments ago, had actually used only three-tenths of his strength. Only now was he getting serious.
Only Ying Tianfeng at full strength was the famed complete form of Lone Swan, a pinnacle Strong Martial warrior capable of matching the Nine Heavens.
The Iron-Clad Gilded Staff, infused with his power, actually lengthened inch by inch and thickened, swelling as though inflated.
This divine weapon was made from an unknown ancient tree. Its remains were as they had been in life; once Qi and Blood Essence was poured into it, it would expand without limit, until it stood as tall as the heavens and earth.
As its size soared, the weapon's weight rose with the tide, radiating a heart-palpitating aura.
"Zhou Daqian,