"Skin..."
With a thought from Xia Ming, a warm surge of energy instantly spread through his entire body.
The next moment, a layer of jet-black dragon scales quietly covered his skin.
The scales were not thick or bulky, yet they fit snugly against his skin like they had been carved from black jade. Every scale gleamed with a cold, shadowy luster.
Their edges were sharp as blades, overlapping one another to form an indestructible natural armor.
When light fell upon them, faint dark-golden patterns flowed across the scales' surface.
This was the Soul Bone Di Tian had left behind.
The scales and armor of a True Dragon had always been extraordinarily valuable.
Even a single ordinary dragon scale was enough to make countless Soul Masters flock after it.
Not to mention that these were the scales of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King.
Now, this Soul Bone had taken root within Xia Ming's body.
Having fused with him as one, it had instantly crossed the threshold of God Rank.
Xia Ming lowered his head and looked at the dragon-scale-covered palm of his hand, gently clenching it into a fist.
He could clearly feel that the defensive power of these scales was already sufficient to withstand God Rank attacks.
"Not bad." The corners of his lips rose slightly, and satisfaction flashed through his eyes.
With this layer of dragon scales protecting him, his already heaven-defying defense had risen to another level.
The next moment, Di Tian's Soul Spirit slowly withdrew from Xia Ming's Spirit Sea and returned to the forest.
He floated in midair. Though his body was no longer physical, it was more solid than ever before.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, then sensed the flow of that brand-new power within him.
A complicated yet excited expression