The Dragon Seat

"Brother Ye!" Zhuang Bufan, who was moving forward, suddenly shouted, "This is the last thing I can do for you. Make sure you watch closely!"

As the words fell, something suddenly appeared in Zhuang Bufan's hand.

The thing looked like a sphere, the size of an infant's head, gripped in Zhuang Bufan's hand.

When the sphere appeared, it was wholly unremarkable, but in the next instant, a sudden change erupted. The sphere abruptly broke apart, turning into countless tiny fragments. Each shard seemed to possess a spirit of its own as they swept toward Zhuang Bufan and covered his body.

Amid a crackling series of explosive sounds, those countless tiny fragments wrapped around Zhuang Bufan. In the blink of an eye, the appearance of this man, whose figure was not particularly tall or imposing, underwent an earth-shaking transformation.

The place where Zhuang Bufan had stood before had now been replaced by a crimson figure. That figure was tall and slender, every curve of its body smooth and flowing, as if it had been polished over countless years by a master craftsman.

Where the crimson figure stood, even space itself twisted faintly, as though bearing pressure it should not have had to bear. Clusters of air currents visible to the naked eye swirled and drifted around the crimson figure, forming and vanishing, vanishing and forming again.

That was a change triggered when power grew strong enough to reach a certain limit.

Even with that crimson figure's back turned to Lu Ye and the others, everyone still felt an indescribable pressure.

As for the Heavenly Chasm Sect members facing that crimson figure head-on, terror shuddered through their hearts even more. It was as if an invisible hand had seized their hearts, and for a time, everyone's breathing stopped.

Whether friend or foe,