Right where he was.
Zhang Jing's figure suddenly vanished without a trace.
In its place was a massive nine-yard-long dark Sea Dragon, its ferocious head adorned with two horn-like bent knives, gleaming with a cold radiance.
The Sea Dragon was cloaked in black scales with intricate Dao patterns wrapped around it, emanating an aura of unbreakable resolve.
The surging Taoyin Sea Dragon's Tao Intent burst forth from Zhang Jing's body, instantly shrouding the entire combat platform.
The next instant.
Boom!
The opposing figure was instantly shattered by the substantive intimidating aura of the Sea Dragon!
"Huh! This Taoyin Sea Dragon form is indeed powerful, I haven't even used Primitive True Intent yet. It is worthy of being of the same class as the Dharma Seeds of Dao Yuanqing Yun."
Zhang Jing thought with satisfaction.
In this state, he was entirely a juvenile version of the Taoyin Sea Dragon, inside and out.
