That mass of raging black flame actually shot into the sky, transforming in midair into the phantom of an ancient black bird of indescribable size!
Nine Nether Flame capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas wreathed the black bird. Its eyes, like two black suns, gazed coldly down at Ning Fengzhi with the lofty disdain of one looking at an ant.
The Nine Nether Sparrow!
One of the highest Divine Beast bloodlines in the Great Thousand World!
Boom!
The phantom had merely glanced at him.
Ning Fengzhi felt as though lightning had struck him.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand, hailed as the foremost support Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent, actually gave a sharp crack. Countless densely packed fissures instantly spread across its body!
Pfft!
Ning Fengzhi spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the stone wall of the secret chamber.
"Mr. Ning!"
Mu Chen's eyes snapped open. He forcibly suppressed the black flames within him, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
The Nine Nether Sparrow inside him fiercely rejected outside power, even power meant to enhance him.
Ning Fengzhi slumped on the floor, his face deathly pale and blood streaming from all seven orifices.
Yet not only did he show no fear, his eyes shone with a frightening brightness!
He stared fixedly at Mu Chen, even his breathing growing rapid.
"Young master, you actually have such a terrifying Divine Beast True Spirit sealed inside you?!"
Ning Fengzhi had sized up countless people. He could tell at a glance that although the black bird's phantom was merely the tip of the iceberg, its rank absolutely surpassed the so-called million-year soul beasts of the Douluo Continent!
What a heaven-shaking opportunity and