Wuya watched as Chen Xiaolian slowly raised his longsword inch by inch, a sense of gravity also appearing on his serpent-like face.
Although the injury on his right arm hadn't fully recovered, a sphere of light had already begun to condense gradually in his left claw.
Relying on the sensitivity that comes with being a powerhouse, he could already sense the power within Chen Xiaolian now stirring and climbing toward its peak.
He wasn't unwilling to strike first—just moments ago, he barely blocked that streak of golden light by forcibly disabling his right arm. Wuya naturally understood the tremendous power Chen Xiaolian's sword would possess when it slashed down.
But just now, the transformation had been too rushed; he could only do his utmost to fend off Chen Xiaolian's sword under an incomplete Demonic Dragon Transformation, risking the ruin of his right arm. Now, although the transformation was complete, it had consumed too much power.
