"Damn it, damn it, lightning—I hate lightning."
Baptized again and again by countless bolts of lightning, Iron Fist let out furious roars as his limbs struggled without cease.
Bang...
The next moment, a crisp crack rang out as the golden chains binding Iron Fist snapped apart.
As though it were a signal, countless more chains broke one after another, and Iron Fist's massive body slowly rose to its feet.
Like a giant, he raised a hand against the lightning in the sky as his body gradually straightened, his eyes blazing with fury at Ye Lin.
"Good. You have successfully angered me."
Iron Fist breathed heavily. Dark purple patterns emerged across his enormous body, and as those patterns manifested, his aura grew stronger and stronger.
"It's here. Blood Baleful does have some skill after all, to be able to suppress Iron Fist so firmly—but this is as far as it goes."
"Indeed. Even Jian Unrivaled, ten thousand years ago, only managed to force Iron Fist to use three moves. Who would have thought Blood Baleful would force out the thing Iron Fist had kept hidden away?"
"It's here—the Heavenly Witch True Form."
For a time, the surrounding experts all began discussing it.
Iron Fist, standing in the battlefield, was now covered from head to toe in dark purple patterns. His aura had reached its peak, even nearing the peak of the True Immortal realm.
His eyes had turned incomparably crimson, and he held a greatbow in his hand.
Iron Fist grinned viciously at Ye Lin. Slowly, he raised the greatbow in his hand and drew the string.
The next moment, a dark purple arrow appeared in his hand.
At the sight of that arrow, alarm bells blared in Ye Lin's heart, and an unprecedented sense of danger rose within him.
"Die."