"Armor, combine!"
As that voice rang out, Yun Tian completed his transformation.
The Flame Dragon Hero.
Yun Tian felt the armor on his body. Its power was truly intoxicating, and he had finally fulfilled the childhood dream he had cherished in front of the television.
Yun Tian rolled his neck and wrists, then looked at Feng Yao.
Then he extended a hand and curled his fingers in a beckoning gesture.
The message was clear: Come on, you little piece of trash.
Seeing Yun Tian's gesture, Feng Yao felt belittled. The intimidation caused by the spectacle of Yun Tian's transformation vanished at once, and Feng Yao shouted.
"Hah!"
Feng Yao's Supernatural Energy began surging. Once it reached its peak, he charged straight at Yun Tian.
"I'll destroy you, you bastard from the Underworld!"
"Hmph, dumbass. Anyone can talk big. Who the fuck are you trying to impress?"
Watching Feng Yao approach, Yun Tian knew that perhaps Feng Yao was powerful to Huo Linfei and the others, but now...
Yun Tian charged forward as well, mainly because he wanted to try fighting in the armor.
In an instant, Feng Yao and Yun Tian collided, their fists crashing against each other.
"What?"
Ghost Valley watched from the side in disbelief. He had always assumed Yun Tian was merely an ordinary fighter, a brat who was all talk. But now, even Feng Yao could do nothing to him. In the Holy Realm, aside from the Snow Emperor, Yuan Zheng, and Ghost Valley himself, who concealed his strength, Feng Yao could be called the strongest. But now...
Feng Yao himself felt it even more keenly. Who was he? He was the Holy Realm's God of War! Yet now, he was actually no match for someone whose name he had never even heard. That was right-no