Black Tiger Xuan Sha Heart-Devouring Soul-Merging Art!

A faint golden light grew brighter and brighter over the surface of Situ Xuan's body. It was not the light of Soul Power, nor the glow of blood and vigor, but the luster of the golden body itself. That gold was not the glaring gold of bullion, but an understated, warm, mellow gold, like jade polished smooth by the passage of years.

His skin became smoother, yet tougher at the same time. Ordinary blades striking it would not leave so much as a pale mark. Ordinary soul skills hitting it were like droplets falling onto a lotus leaf, sliding away without a trace.

His bones became heavier, but also sturdier. The density of every bone was increasing, the bone walls thickening, the marrow condensing. His body weight had increased by at least fifty jin, yet his build showed no change at all.

His muscles became more compact, yet also more flexible. When contracted, they were hard as steel; when relaxed, soft as cotton. The union of hardness and softness was an important sign of a fully matured golden body.

Situ Xuan fought while sensing the changes in his body.

His punching speed was rising, his fist force increasing, his reactions quickening, his perception expanding. Every time he absorbed the energy of a Dragon Soul, his strength rose by a sliver. A sliver was small, but little by little became much; grains of sand piled up into a tower.

Dragon Souls were still surging in.

More and more, denser and denser.

A savage crimson light flickered in Situ Xuan's eyes, and a cold smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

Dragon Souls were still surging in.

More and more, denser and denser.

Those once-arrogant dragons, the overlords who had once ruled several planes, the vengeful souls they had become after