All the dark bluish-green protrusions covering his forearms, neck, and cheeks fell away, striking the ground in a crackling chorus.
Once the protrusions had fallen off, the skin beneath was revealed.
That skin was not grayish-brown, but pure black, as though it had been soaked in the thickest ink countless times. Its surface was so smooth it could reflect an image.
Circles upon circles of dark green luminous patterns emerged across his exposed black skin.
The arrangement of those patterns was exceedingly ancient, their lines bold and twisted, like primitive totems older than any known writing.
Whenever a ring of patterns lit up, the coiling-dragon pillars around the arena let out a deep hum.
"Chaos Ancient Clan, primordial form."
In the spectator stands, a well-informed Quasi-Saint cultivator suddenly raised his voice.
"He sacrificed all his dark bluish-green armored scales and awakened the Chaos origin power slumbering deep within his bloodline."
"In this form, every one of his strikes carries the inherited will of the Chaos Ancient Clan's progenitor."
"That will came from the chaos origin when heaven and earth first opened. Any saintly aura, Dao law, or divine ability cultivated after birth will be weakened by at least thirty percent under the suppression of the chaos origin."
"Zhao Zhaoxue is in trouble."
On the arena.
Walker looked even uglier than before.
His pitch-black skin was covered in dark green luminous patterns, which flickered with each breath he took.
His short body still stood under three feet tall, yet the oppressive pressure radiating from him had surged to a terrifying degree.
With every step he took, the golden restriction patterns beneath his feet flashed violently. Though he could not damage the stone tiles themselves, the restrictions' operating efficiency was being suppressed even more severely.
"Little girl."
Walker raised his head. His