A Momentary Itch to Fight

Yi Yun knew all too well the truth that possessing a treasure invited disaster. With his own strength, he had no way to establish himself in the Tiannan Great World. If he had not been able to cling to Old Snake's powerful support, Yi Yun would rather have gone without the Abyssal Red Lotus seeds than reveal his wealth.

"Calling us cats and dogs? Good! Very good! I'd like to see what gives you the nerve!"

Upon hearing Old Snake's words, Su Boyang flew into a rage. Although he was deeply wary of this old man, he did not believe that the three of them working together would be completely incapable of putting up a fight. Yet this old bastard had not taken any of them seriously at all. He was simply too arrogant.

"Interesting. In all my years, whether in my youth or after I became a Divine Lord, no one has ever looked down on me like this. Do you think that just because you broke my formation, you can defeat me?"

As the black-faced middle-aged man spoke, he tore open his own upper garment. His body was actually covered in a layer of black scales. With a furious roar, his muscles swelled, and the black scales on his body slowly spread toward his face. At the same time, the veins on his skin bulged like earthworms, making him look like a beast.

"Oh? A Half-Demon Physique? You fused your body with an Ancient Demon Bloodline?"

Seeing the changes in the black-faced middle-aged man, Old Snake was somewhat surprised. The bones and blood of ancient demons were not only useful for eating and refining. One could also directly fuse their living blood with one's own body, allowing a martial artist to gain part of an ancient demon's power.