The smoke cleared, and two figures stood facing each other, fifty meters apart.
A deep gash had opened across the chest of Saint Barons's pure white coat. His blond hair was somewhat disheveled, and even a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. As he looked at Liu Bei, surprise appeared in his eyes for the first time, along with a hint of anger at being offended. In eight hundred years, no one except Lord Imu had ever wounded him. No one had ever driven him this far.
"You actually pushed me this far... You actually wounded me..." Saint Barons's voice was icy, carrying a hint of disbelief. "Good. Very good."
He slowly raised his two blades, and the aura around him began to undergo a tremendous change. The White Tiger's power of slaughter began to awaken, and pale flames flickered in and out of sight around him.
"Next, I will show you what true despair is, and what the power of a god is."
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nasujuro's body began to swell, his bones crackling as snow-white tiger fur sprouted from beneath his skin, standing erect like steel needles. His face began to elongate, slowly taking the shape of a tiger's head. The 王 marking on his forehead shone with dazzling golden light, and his golden eyes grew narrower, filled with a beast's ferocity. He grew to five meters tall, his muscles bulging like rock. His hands retained their human shape and could still grip his two blades, but snow-white tiger fur covered his arms, and his nails became as sharp as blades. A three-meter tiger tail lashed behind him like a steel whip, every swing cracking the air.
Human-Beast Form!
Saint Barons's aura instantly tripled in strength. More terrifying still, pale hellfire began to burn