The instant his words fell.
Wang Yuan's body began to expand.
The transformation came too fast, too fiercely, too tyrannically.
His originally slender, well-proportioned seven-foot frame underwent explosive growth of sinew and bone within just three breaths, his muscles swelling taut.
Every inch of skin was stretched tight and gleaming by the suddenly bulging muscles.
His blue robe could no longer bear the strain; the shoulders and sleeves tore apart, revealing the knotted, intertwined dark-golden musculature beneath.
Golden veins like dragon patterns spread from the side of his neck all the way to his waist and abdomen, like vines climbing a giant tree, glittering brilliantly.
Wang Yuan now stood nearly nine feet tall, his shoulders more than twice as broad as an ordinary man's, his back rising like a fierce tiger.
His arms were as thick as hundred-forged iron pillars. Even his knuckles had become large and distinct, while the edges of his nails gleamed with a metallic chill.
Even between his brows appeared a scarlet, bewitching vertical mark.
The muscles on Wang Yuan's bare upper body stood out in distinct, massive blocks.
Every line of his musculature seemed carved into stone by a blade forged from refined steel. When drawn tight, they contained the force of ten thousand jun; when unleashed, they could tear apart mountains.
Faint golden dragon patterns roamed across the surface of his skin, brightening and dimming with every breath.
The lingering aura of dark-golden Vital Blood spilled outward from his body in layer after layer, pressing even the gravel beneath his feet slightly into the earth.
Dragon-Tiger True Form.
Limit state, fully unleashed.
The clearing before the cliff suddenly became terrifyingly silent.
The two thousand Imperial Court iron cavalry, who had been roaring with laughter moments ago, now simultaneously reined in their mounts.
Even the