Caw, caw, caw...
Before everyone's eyes, Lin Chuan's body instantly transformed into countless black crows that took flight from the top of the pyramid.
"This is..."
Everyone's expressions changed. It was their first time seeing such a miraculous technique.
By the time they tried to locate Azure Dragon, the crows had already gathered again beside Shangguan Dieche and the other two, reforming into Lin Chuan.
"Do you want another fight with me?" Lin Chuan calmly asked Huang Tong beside him, his seven-tomoe Sharingan sweeping indifferently over the three of them.
"I want to fight—"
Before Huang Tong could utter the word "fight," he abruptly stopped. That single glance from Lin Chuan had actually made him, an early-stage Soul Formation cultivator, sense danger. It was merely a look, yet it seemed to lock down the space around him, leaving him with a suffocating sensation!
"He's several times more terrifying than he was seven years ago!" Chen Xiao, too, felt the overwhelming pressure at that moment and thought in shock.
"As expected of someone chosen as the Dao Immortal's successor, Master Ancestor is truly extraordinary!" Unlike the others' shock, Shangguan Dieche grew more delighted the stronger Lin Chuan proved to be. At the same time, the reverence rising from the depths of her heart continued to deepen.
"Are we still fighting?" Lin Chuan asked again.
Huang Tong, who had been brimming with confidence moments ago, now fell into contemplation. He had realized something important: the physical strength Azure Dragon had displayed in their previous battle. They had exchanged a punch then, and the result had been nearly even. But now, Azure Dragon had spent seven years in seclusion within the cultivation chamber on the ninety-ninth floor of the pyramid. How far had that spiritual pressure tempered his body? Could it have surpassed