Another heavy rain fell over Taixi City.
The rain came abruptly, without the slightest warning. Moments ago, the sky had been bright and clear; in the blink of an eye, dark clouds had blanketed it.
And then, beneath the pitch-black sky, a torrential downpour came pouring down.
At Golden Rainbow Martial Arts School, Shen Xiu looked up at the lightning-flecked sky after his training, unease faintly stirring in his eyes.
For some reason, he felt as though something would happen today.
He glanced toward the riverbank south of the martial arts school, grabbed his Hundred-Refined Saber, and charged into the rain.
Along one stretch of the Lishui River, the White Python's enormous body stood erect in the river, confronting a figure at the edge of the bank from afar.
The man stood amid the wind and rain. Though he merely stood casually upon the riverbank, he was as immovable as a towering mountain, radiating an intimidating presence.
The raging wind and rain vanished without a trace the instant they came within ten feet of him.
A vast, dense killing intent shot straight into the heavens.
"Are all people from the Suspended Sword Division this overbearing?" The White Python fixed its eyes on the figure on the riverbank, fury surging within them as it spat out human words.
Feng Haoran paid it no heed. His eyes half-closed, and at a thought, his bones crackled explosively.
In the span of a breath.
His originally lean, well-proportioned body swelled and grew taller. Explosive muscles bulged all over him, turning him into a hulking giant seemingly cast from steel—a contrast so stark it was beyond compare.
"Demons are nothing but demons. Every man has the right to slay them!"
Amid his rolling, icy shout, the wind and rain around him abruptly froze. Feng Haoran