After Chen Ming finished speaking, he quietly sent a mental message to Qian Renfeng: "Keep an eye on Bai He and Bai Chenxiang. Don't let the two of them slip away. Their identities might be useful. You don't need to worry about me. Even if I can't win, I can still escape. Watch them closely."
Qian Renfeng looked hesitant, but he still nodded. After all, Chen Ming had never had any problems over the years.
Although, in theory, even ordinary Titled Douluo could not defeat a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast like this, but— but—
Fine. Qian Renfeng still could not convince himself. He could only restrain his Soul Power, making himself like a volcano compressed to its limit, ready to erupt at any moment yet holding itself back.
As he watched Bai He and Bai Chenxiang, he used his aura to suppress the Man Faced Demon Spider Emperor.
Chen Ming took a step forward and let out a dragon roar. As Soul Power surged, his body began undergoing a violent beastification. His body swelled, and the melting flesh spread continuously.
First, his torso expanded sharply. Two powerful surges of Soul Power bulged from Chen Ming's back, turning his spine into something like a sail.
As the seams Chen Ming had prepared in advance on his clothes split open, a pair of enormous dragon wings unfurled from his back. The thick wing bones were even thicker than an ordinary person's arms. Though the wing membranes appeared to be only a thin layer, golden light shone through them from within.
They were not weak points that could be attacked at all, but truly powerful limbs that could serve as both spears and shields in battle, striking an enemy's body with pure force.
Next to transform were Chen Ming's hands and legs. His limbs