Lu Chuan's casual remark
instantly ignited all of Guang Biao's fury.
"It was you who injured my brother?" Guang Biao glared at Lu Chuan, the killing intent in his heart nearly overflowing.
Lu Chuan had wanted to say that the man was not worthy.
But Guang Biao gave Lu Chuan no chance at all.
Almost the very next second, he began pronouncing Lu Chuan's crimes:
"Boy, in broad daylight, on a busy street, you abused your strength to commit violence. Your attack was vicious, and you nearly killed someone. Even if you are a sixth-level forger entitled to Federation privileges, I will still bring you to justice and punish you according to the law today!"
The instant his words fell!
He stomped his foot.
Six soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple—abruptly rose beneath his feet.
Their brilliant radiance instantly lit up the gradually darkening street!
"Martial Soul, Ironclad Dragon!"
Accompanied by a dragon-like roar, Guang Biao's body began to undergo drastic changes.
His frame suddenly grew half a meter taller, and his once-proportioned body turned broad and powerfully built.
A layer of dense, hard, iron-gray scales
rapidly spread from his forehead across his entire body, covering his neck, arms, chest, and every patch of exposed skin.
The Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul was fully unleashed!
At the same time, three clusters of dense soul spirit light appeared floating at his side.
Two yellow and one purple, their glow dazzling.
The two yellow soul spirits were both savage lizard-like creatures, identical in appearance, with exposed fangs and ferocious gleams in their eyes.
The purple soul spirit was a massive giant python, coiled in midair. Its cold eyes swept over its surroundings, and a chillingly vicious aura rushed forth.
Martial Soul, soul rings, soul spirits—three as one. Guang Biao's combat strength instantly