"Too bad, kid. You could have had the chance to transcend decay."
"Actually, after the ritual, you could have truly transcended this Sea of Evil and served at the Holy Son's side. But you threw it all away yourself!"
Ying Kuang walked toward Shi Wen with measured steps.
The killing intent on his square, sturdy face grew ever more intense.
With every step, he grew taller. His robe strained against his massive muscles, then tore bit by bit, revealing his enormous frame!
By the time he reached a spot ten meters from Shi Wen,
he had grown to three meters tall, his body more than twice its original size.
His entire body looked as though it had been cast from metal, all iron bones and sinew. The muscles and ribs across his chest were solid as tightly packed iron blocks, while everything from his collarbone to his pubic bone resembled a massive plate of solid iron, forged as one.
With every step he took,
the muddy ground buckled under his weight, the mud swallowing his feet up to the instep.
Deep footprints appeared one after another!
"Kid, you die today!"
Boom!!
Ying Kuang stamped a half-meter-deep crater into the ground and shot toward Shi Wen like a cannonball, throwing a brazen straight punch.
Shi Wen dodged to the side. The ancient banyan tree behind him, so thick that several people could barely encircle its trunk, was smashed into countless splinters. The moment the wood chips filled the air and blocked their view, Shi Wen drew power up from his feet, sent ten drops of blood energy into his fist, and unleashed Standing Heaven-Piercing Cannon at Ying Kuang's ribs.
His fist struck Ying Kuang's side, but it didn't make the sound of a blow landing on flesh.
Instead, a dull clang