Yes, he had been holding back.
The Dragon-Phoenix Secret Art was no trick for entertaining people. It was one of the exceedingly rare Primordial Forbidden Arts preserved by the Demon Court.
Once a dragon and a phoenix born in the same year, month, day, and hour completed the reversal, their auras surged layer upon layer, and they gained the abilities of both races. In sheer strength of aura, the two had already stepped into the Immortal Lord level; only their Dao Realm foundations remained at their original level.
Their innate divine blood could actually form a nearly complete lesser celestial circuit within a short time, multiplying their combat strength severalfold. The mighty figure of the Demon Race who had invented this secret art truly had been a peerless genius.
Feng Jiuxiao gently waved his folding fan and said calmly, "It wasn't that I deliberately hid my abilities. Unfortunately, someone refused to cooperate back then."
As he spoke, he pointed the tip of his fan toward Ao Zhan beside him.
Ao Zhan frowned and waved a hand impatiently. "Is this really the time to bring that up?"
Clearly, turning into a woman in front of everyone still made him somewhat uncomfortable.
But as soon as Ao Zhan turned his head, he met Yun Shuanghua's sparkling eyes.
It would have been better if that gaze had held more reverence, rather than the novelty of looking at some extraordinarily rare curiosity.
A breath caught in Ao Zhan's throat, leaving him speechless for a moment.
So he wisely chose to change the subject as well.
"Now I can finally cut loose."
Ao Zhan clenched his fist and stepped forward.
Boom!
The void beneath his feet exploded, and he shot into the beast tide like a bolt of black-and-gold lightning.
One punch sent five Corrupted