Song Shuhang kept smiling as he formed a hand seal.
Beside him, the Black Iron Divine Armor came apart on its own. Its limbs flew up, and its chest opened.
Like all enchanted robes, the Black Iron Divine Armor could adjust itself to fit a new owner within certain limits.
Ordinarily, an enchanted robe could fit anyone from a three-year-old child to a four-meter-tall cultivator of another race. If that cultivator was the size of a hill, though... sorry, most robes on the market couldn't expand that far. They would need to be custom-made.
Clang, clang, clang!
The Black Iron Divine Armor enclosed Song Shuhang and adjusted to his size. To the cultivators watching, it looked as though a black iron statue had appeared in the middle of the living room.
"Hahahaha! Shuhang, this is what you were so confident about?" Young Master Phoenix Slayer laughed so hard that tears nearly came to his eyes.
Su Clan's Sixteen said, "It looks a little plain overall. Senior Northern River, is this Black Iron Divine Armor unfinished? I think it could look really handsome with a few more details."
"I'm not done yet, Senior Phoenix Slayer," Song Shuhang said.
As he spoke, he urged the Saber Intent within him into action.
A fierce Saber Intent flashed forth... then gathered into a mass, wrapping around his head, chest, joints, and other areas that needed protection.
The next moment, an exquisite suit of steel armor appeared over the Black Iron Divine Armor.
Black metal beneath, finely crafted steel armor above, and flashes of saber light flickering across the Saber Intent Armor.
"Huh?"
"Tsk!"
"Interesting."
"Two suits of armor combined?"
The members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group lit up with interest. The bare Black Iron Divine Armor had looked dreadful on its own.