Zhao Guian's Terrifying Strength
As the light continued to spread, a three-meter tall giant suddenly appeared behind Zhao Guian.
Its skin was red, and its muscles were as defined as a marble sculpture, containing a terrifying power that was hard to ignore.
The upper part of the giant's head was hidden in a red mist, and only a blood red light leaked out from it.
A thick aura filled the entire room, suppressing everyone present with a mountain-like pressure.
Zhao Guian had also stopped his transformation. From an old man, he had turned into a man in his 30s.
He gently tied his black hair behind his head and cracked his neck. A confident smile appeared on his young face.
Zhou Mingrui could feel the suffocating feeling that came from Zhao Guian.
"It's been almost seven years since I last used this move. I didn't expect to actually use it here today," Zhao Guian said with a sigh.
"So, what are you going to do next?"
