"Golden Horned Beast, possess!"
Hum—
Dense, dark-gold scales rapidly spread across his limbs and torso at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His originally ordinary human figure quickly expanded and grew taller, muscles knotting and bulging as his skin turned into cold, hard beast scales that shimmered with a metallic, chilling light.
Right in the center of his forehead, a half-meter-long golden horn broke through the skin, its edges sharp and flashing with a cold light, faintly radiating a primal coercion.
A faint phantom of the giant beast flickered in and out of existence behind him, massive, ferocious, and sending a wave of oppressive force rushing forward.
Even when facing Ao Yin, who was merely a peak Soul Elder, Luo Feng did not hold back in the slightest, unleashing his four-ring Soul Power to the maximum and stacking his defense to the absolute limit right from the start.
In his opinion, as a dignified forty-second-rank Soul Ancestor suppressing a fortieth-rank Soul Elder, winning would not be glorious.
In case he struck too hard and heavily injured the opponent, the future troubles would be endless.
He might as well stack his defense to the maximum; even if the other party lost, he would lose with dignity, which could also be considered giving his opponent plenty of face.
In response, Ao Yin stood calmly in place, completely unconcerned.
Ultimate defense was precisely what he wanted!
In this battle, he was going to make Luo Feng lose in utter and complete submission!
Yet the spectators in the stands, the referee, and countless gamblers sighed upon seeing this scene.
Too young!
Truly too young!
In soul master battles, the greatest taboo was giving the opponent time to build up momentum.
With the gap in ranks laid out before them, only catching the enemy