Chu Feng respired methodically. His mouth and nose suffused were with white mist, which, to others, was known as immortal mist. It dilated the body's pores and energized the limbs.
As his metabolism increased, the vibrant luminescence on his entire body gradually diminished.
In his mind, he had formed the initial form of a small obscure man using his spiritual powers. The man stood quietly, holding a big halberd in his hand.
Boom!
Golden clouds appeared the moment he switched to the Thunderous Breathing Technique. It was as if all of his vital organs were being electrocuted, reverberating, and even his bones appeared pale golden.
At this moment, he resembled a golden God.
His blood pounding and releasing bone-shattering rolls of thunder. It appeared his energy had been strengthened even further.
He was very satisfied. It was said that after breaking the twelfth shackle, one's powers wouldn't grow any further. But this wasn't the case for him.
