"Boom!"
A suffocating sense of oppression erupted from his seemingly weak body.
In that instant, Gu Sheng seemed to shed his mortal shell. Spiritual Power surged around him, his aura so fierce that even the Protective Array around the arena showed fine cracks.
"T-this... this is..."
Ke Yucheng's pupils shrank violently, and the Spirit Sword in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
He felt as if what he was facing was not a human, but an awakened ancient Fierce Beast.
Golden light flashed in Gu Sheng's eyes, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a cold smile.
"Ah!"
Ke Yucheng suddenly let out a miserable scream. The Spiritual Power in his body ran wild out of control, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing through his meridians.
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the black Spiritual Power on his Spirit Sword collapsed in an instant.
"Bang!"
