Red Domain

Compared to the limp sword in Gao Gong's hand, the Wushen weapon in Pang Xiang's hands was a standard killing machine. The five-meter alloy club was covered in half-meter-long spikes, growing denser and thicker from the grip to the tip. Once the handles of the double-headed wolf-tooth clubs were joined, five meters became ten.

It was a purely violent weapon, made of a moldable superalloy. It was not only incredibly sturdy; once its shape changed, it could also be restored through special means.

If Gao Gong's "Red Slaying Blade" was the ultimate in softness, then the two "Drum-Rumbling Spike Clubs" in Pang Xiang's hands were the ultimate in hardness.

Isn't this freaking Samehada? And it's even a Samehada that's eaten its fill.

Looking at the two "Samehada" in Pang Xiang's hands, Gao Gong could not help wondering why, when they were all Wushen weapons, his own looked so useless.

"Gentlemen, we have a specially designed combat center here. Would you like to go practice?"

Both of them became interested.

But given their identities... Before Gao Gong could say anything, Butler Lou thoughtfully produced two masks: one a metal monkey and the other a metal pig. They were red with black bases and looked quite well made.

"You can put on the masks before heading to the combat room."

Gao Gong took the metal monkey mask and pressed it against his face. A cool, comfortable sensation immediately spread across his features, as though it had completely cleansed his pores.

It was actually a second-tier piece of equipment, though only a white-grade item.

At the same time, with a thought, his Desert Skin, which had already reached the "second tier," actively accumulated melanin. Within a few breaths, his originally little-wolfdog-colored skin turned wheat-colored. Combined with his muscular wolfdog physique, he looked like