He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers slightly.
The next instant.
"Clang—!"
A metallic ring far more piercing than when the Dark-Gold Terrorclaw appeared on his left hand suddenly rang out, as if it could tear through the soul!
Dark-gold light surged explosively from his right palm.
The light solidified into five terrifying claws, thicker than those on his left hand, their curves more savage, like the dreadful talons of a primordial giant bear tearing heaven and earth apart!
Each claw blade exceeded a foot and a half in length, its entire surface flowing with an even deeper dark-gold sheen, while the edges gleamed with a chill so concentrated it seemed tangible.
Merely existing in stillness, they faintly cut through the surrounding light.
Even more intricate patterns than those on the left palm bone were naturally engraved upon the claws.
They vaguely formed the phantom image of a roaring bear's head, radiating a pure intent of destruction that made one's heart tremble.
Its aura exploded outward!
If the Dark-Gold Terrorclaw on his left hand was a peerless weapon of slaughter, then the one on his right was the king of such weapons!
Its pressure was more tyrannical, its edge sharper, surpassing the left hand severalfold.
It seemed to carry the very source of the ultimate offensive power Xiong Jun had spent his life tempering into his right palm—the power capable of tearing through Di Tian's defenses!
Clearly, this was what Xiong Jun had bestowed through his sacrifice as a Soul Spirit.
It was the four-hundred-thousand-year Dark-Gold Terrorclaw Bear Right Palm Bone, the essence of his entire body and the foundation of his fame!
Xia Ming gently flexed the fingers of his right hand. The five dark-gold claws swept through the air, leaving behind five black rifts that lingered