"2048 hexagrams!"
Yin and yang entwined, while the Eight Trigrams underwent a transformative evolution, the divination unfolding before their eyes.
With each shift, the silver-masked man's aura surged explosively.
"His combat strength has skyrocketed by 20,000 times!" Sigfrid Seymour exclaimed, his voice tinged with horror.
The staggering augmentation of Braydon Neal's battle prowess ignited a storm of killing intent within Sigfrid's heart.
In truth, he wasn't the only one who had discerned Braydon's true identity.
"Sigfrid, you see through it too?" inquired Jairo Mobley of the Golden Dragon Pavilion.
"And even if you do, dare you lay a hand on this Neal family prodigy?" countered Sigfrid, his gaze piercing.
Gregorio Lawler from the Fallen Pavilion approached, exuding a frigid and murderous aura.
"His strength has increased twenty-thousandfold. His technique remains unfamiliar to me," he remarked coolly.
