The void trembled.
Deep within the Law Net headquarters, three blinding streams of light tore through the viscous Gray Fog and descended above the shattered altar.
Chu Qing stood at the prow of the black-bone ship, his bare toes lightly tapping the dragon keel.
Crack—!
A rapid series of explosive pops rang from his spine, like a riverbed being forcibly widened. The flesh on both sides of his shoulders suddenly tore apart. What burst forth was not red blood, but dark-purple True One Aura, heavy as lead and mercury.
Riiip!
Thirty-six pairs of enormous wings spread from his back. The wings on the left streamed with Dark Gold divine blood, while those on the right coiled with black smoke that annihilated all things. As the feathers scraped together, they sliced countless black gashes directly into the void.
Next, the dense clusters of muscle around Chu Qing's shoulder blades, beneath his ribs, and along his waist writhed violently.
Chu Qing's four faces looked down at once.
(Microexpression): The face at the center slowly pulled its lips back, revealing a row of stark white teeth. The muscles in his cheeks twitched violently from excessive excitement, and his jaw was taut as raw iron.
(Psychological activity): Look. These are the so-called guardians of the rules. Before this body of mine, the "sovereign status" they pride themselves on is as brittle as a dried flatbread.
"Kill!"
The three Law Enforcers raised their hands in unison.
"All Heavens Thunder Punishment!"
The void instantly transformed into a sea of lightning. Pure white thunderbolts, carrying the status to forcibly rewrite cause and effect, turned into three enormous dragons and crashed roaring toward the black ship.
Chu Qing did not dodge.
The thirty-six pairs of wings behind him abruptly folded toward the center, then beat with brutal force.