Ma Ran: "I Want to Become a True Demon"

Ma Ran had now mastered two extraordinary powers at the same level as the High Gods.

The first was the Prophet Medal. It was well-rounded, without any particularly outstanding trait.

The second was the Sword Chief Medal, whose defining trait was extraordinary offensive power.

In summary, Ma Ran's defensive capabilities were adequate for bullying the weak. But if he tried showing off in front of a High God, he would be asking for death.

It would be easy to get himself into trouble.

Moreover, compared with defense, Ma Ran preferred and excelled at taking the initiative and attacking.

When he saw the Tang saber leave its sheath, Chi Xiao gave two mocking chuckles, just about to say something.

But in the next moment, the smile on her face suddenly froze, and her eyes grew somewhat rigid. The air around her instantly warped, condensing into countless tiny vortices.

Light, sound...

All matter and energy around Chi Xiao annihilated, turning into nothingness.

Dust, soil, breeze, grass, and trees...

Everything drawn toward the vortices underwent countless transformations in an instant, constantly revealing endless afterimages.

These afterimages were the forms those substances and energies had once taken.

The sheer volume of information would have instantly blown an ordinary person's head apart, killing them outright, even if they observed it for only a moment.

Clang!

Ma Ran's fingers shifted slightly, and the straight-edged Tang saber slowly slid back into its sheath.

He stood there calmly, gently stroking the hilt with his palm, as if he had never attacked at all.

But...

The crescent-shaped, brilliant-golden saber mark, wrapped in countless vortices and gradually fading as it dispersed into the air, proved that he had indeed struck just moments ago.

At last, the brilliant-golden saber mark vanished completely.

The vortices swirling around Chi Xiao also gradually extinguished