Wang Daoyuan's physical body strength had surged dramatically over the past twenty-odd years, yet he had not fought anyone.
It was hardly appropriate to use all his body-tempering prowess solely on Zhou Luan.
He put away the flying vessel and flew toward the Nascent Soul Peak Devil Race cultivator.
This Nascent Soul Peak Devil Race cultivator belonged to the Blood Demon lineage, which also excelled in physical body strength.
Seeing Wang Daoyuan fly toward him with the intent to fight, he revealed a disdainful expression.
Wang Daoyuan's entire body gleamed with a bright yellow radiance. Though he still retained human form, his body was already covered in scales.
Dragon Horns had grown from his head, and both hands had transformed into dragon claws.
Although the power of the Heavenly Dao was weak within the Absolute Heaven Abyss, it was still within the Qianyuan Realm.
Divine beasts' suppression of the Devil Race still existed, though it had been greatly weakened.
His body had undergone partial dragon transformation, radiating dense Dragon Qi, and the surrounding devils were startled.
Yet this Nascent Soul Peak Devil Race cultivator remained extremely confident. "You can actually transform into something half-human, half-dragon. Outside the Absolute Heaven Abyss, I would certainly be no match for you.
"But within the Absolute Heaven Abyss, even if you were a true dragon, what could you do to me?"
Before his words had faded, he transformed into a streak of blood light.
Wang Daoyuan watched the blood light rush straight at his face without showing the slightest panic.
He clenched his right hand into a fist and hurled a punch.
For a moment, blood light and bright yellow radiance reflected one another. Wang Daoyuan retreated several zhang, while the Blood Demon was blasted back several hundred zhang.
The black mist within the