It had been a long time since he had felt this way.
Since becoming famous, he had rarely had the chance to make a move. There were even fewer lives worthy of making him truly serious. Dan had been one, but he died on Shi Gan Star. Now, Chen Mo was the second.
That long-lost release of power.
Chen Mo gave him a stronger feeling than Dan had.
The black-painted armor and the demonic patterns in his pupils were unbelievably eerie, like the gaze of an abyssal beast. The instant his body took shape, Tong Qing let out a long howl, transformed into an afterimage, and vanished into the air.
The moment he moved, every restraint on Tong Qing's power was released.
His eyes were covered in black ghostly light. His body became powerful and resilient, while the colorful eye patterns on his skin shimmered with a mysterious radiance.
He appeared in front of Chen Mo in an instant.
A powerful aura surged toward him, carrying an unstoppable momentum. He had broken the speed of sound, yet by the time he appeared, the sonic boom had not even spread.
As he raised his fist, the long blade in his hand flashed with ghostly light. In the blink of an eye, boundless momentum transformed into killing intent, like an abyssal beast opening its jaws, determined to devour its prey.
It was difficult for outsiders to witness Tong Qing fighting at full strength.
This ferocious side of him was utterly different from the relatively approachable image he presented to the outside world, leaving everyone deeply shocked.
Every one of his movements surpassed the speed of sound. His form was seen before his sound was heard, like successive thunderclaps amid a raging storm.
Any punch that landed carried an enormous impact, and he