The young man I'd had my eye on didn't disappoint.
I vaguely remembered hearing that not every demigod could transform into a Mythical Form.
Fu Qian certainly didn't interpret Su Gao's sudden change as the Ark's negative influence suddenly erupting all at once because it had realized its cover was blown and decided to go all out.
He had plenty of experience fighting high-level Transcendents, and he'd seen more than a few cases of someone transforming when they couldn't win.
She hadn't reached the point where even looking at her was unbearable, but Su Gao's porcelain-white transformation was more than just a retro look.
It was a release of power that brought her closer to her own essence.
Sharper, more perceptive, and more fragile...
Fu Qian had no doubt that if she swung her sword at him now, he wouldn't come out of it unscathed.
The same probably went for the Ark.
Her face was truly expressionless. The moment the transformation was complete, Su Gao had already transferred the sword from her right hand to her left, then thrust it out in a distinctly unnatural posture.
So my left hand is faster than my right?
Though he could follow the sword's trajectory perfectly, a classic line still popped into Fu Qian's head.
The light, the mist, the space that seemed sealed away for a thousand years—all of it began to tremble beneath that sword.
He had originally expected that getting back out of a place like this would likely be harder than getting in.
And he'd been right. Beneath Su Gao's sword, he could faintly sense the resilience of this space.
But unfortunately for it, the one who broke through walls was no longer what he used to be, either.
*The might of Su Demigod is not something you