How Strong Am I, Anyway?

Zhao Sheng rose from the Lotus Platform with unruffled calm, stepped down from the dais one pace at a time, and headed outside the hall.

With every step, his body grew another zhang taller. By the time he crossed the hall's threshold, he had taken exactly forty-nine steps. He had transformed into a giant as immense as a mountain range, standing a full forty-nine zhang tall.

By comparison, the grand hall behind him only reached his waist at its highest point, making it look remarkably miniature.

The hundreds of people inside the hall witnessed Zhao Sheng's transformation with their own eyes, and all were struck dumb with shock. Some even widened their eyes so far they nearly popped their eyeballs out.

"Good heavens, I've really broadened my horizons today!"

"Ancestor, th-this... what divine art is this?"

"Am I seeing things? Could this be the legendary... Law, Heaven, and Earth?!"

"Qing Yun, remember this well: under no circumstances can we provoke this man. We must also do our utmost to befriend the Divine Craftsman Zhao Clan."

"...Recently, our two families have clashed badly over a large Spirit Stone mine. Once we return, immediately inform the clan chief that we will voluntarily yield that large mine. No—not only must we yield it, we must also retreat two thousand li on our own initiative. The Zhao Clan's ancestor is unfathomable. Our clan cannot afford to offend him!"

In the few breaths it took Zhao Sheng to walk out of the hall, countless divine senses darted fiercely through the air, so rapidly that they seemed to whip up a storm of consciousness.

Strangely enough, after Zhao Sheng transformed into the Giant Spirit Battle Body, not a trace of his aura leaked out. He gave off a feeling of returning to simplicity and truth.

Even