Monk Huikong had never been someone easily frightened, yet at this very moment, the bizarre fellow opposite him truly startled him somewhat.
What followed were all manner of conjectures.
Of course, the most plausible explanation was martial arts. This person had likely cultivated some kind of evil art, demonic art, perhaps even a divine art, allowing him to freely alter the fundamental nature of his life—yin and yang, woman and man.
Of course, this was not like playing a game. Transforming an originally male body into a female one, or changing an originally female essence into a male one, was no easy matter. The mysterious power involved might well be a divine ability at the Dao Fruit level, an absolutely heaven-piercing Great Dao.
Monk Huikong once more circulated his power and gathered it in his pupils, scrutinizing the man closely. He confirmed that the other party had truly become a rather burly, rough-looking man.
The mysterious red-clad figure from before had skin whiter than snow, a tall and graceful figure, with curves in all the right places—a woman who could easily stir one's imagination.
Now, his arm muscles stood out in knotted coils, hair covered his entire body, and the male hormones nearly overflowing from his skin were simply through the roof.
"What kind of martial art is this?"
At this point, Monk Huikong finally confirmed that his Blood Hell Thunder Sound had indeed inflicted some injury upon the mysterious red-clad figure.
It was merely that, in the process of changing from woman to man, this person had reversed his origin and healed his injuries along with it. His condition was now considerably better than before, completely restored to peak form.
Naturally, this man's aura was also somewhat stronger than before, and the threat he posed to Monk Huikong was