Whoosh!
A tempest brewed as Lu Zhen slowly unfurled his eyes.
"Slow," Lu Zhen murmured lightly, his gaze fixed on the hundreds of beams of light converging towards him.
His eyes trailed down to his veiny arms, pulsating with power, and he waved them with a graceful sweep.
The very fabric of the void quivered with the impact as it collided with the myriad combat arts.
Lu Zhen took three steps back, it was merely three steps only. Despite the attack of combat arts from hundreds of second-stage martial artists, they could only compel Lu Zhen to retreat three paces.
Even a first-stage martial artist might be injured by it but Lu Zhen was unscratched by it!
A peculiar silence descended over the entire army as they gazed with rapt attention at the evolving form of Lu Zhen.
Gradually, a resplendent golden horn emerged, and his once-subtle canine teeth elongated, protruding menacingly from his mouth.
