After Yin Lesheng was killed by Yang Kai, Fu Bo had originally been unwilling to continue opposing Yang Kai out of reverence for the Sacred Spirit Luan Feng. But once he learned that the Great Desolation Star Domain's foundations had been completely destroyed, Fu Bo could no longer hold back.
Yang Kai narrowed his eyes. "You know about the Great Desolation Star Domain!"
A flash of insight struck his mind, and he vaguely understood something. No wonder the Yellow Spring Sect had dared to come out and oppose him again this time. So that was why.
Fu Bo realized he had let something slip and immediately fell silent. His Ghost King's body emanated even more menacing aura as his battered confidence surged back. Earlier, when he had confronted Yang Kai in his overwhelmingly powerful form, he had actually been suppressed to the point of being unable to breathe freely—a thoroughly wretched state. But by now, he could see that while Yang Kai's movements were indeed swift and agile, the boy was unable to do anything to him. The Ghost King's body was extraordinarily durable—how could a mere Emperor Realm Second Layer warrior easily breach it? With this as his advantage, he was practically invincible.
Seeing Yang Kai thrust his sword again, Fu Bo let out a cold snort. Instead of dodging, he reached out and grabbed the broad blade, clenching it firmly. With a violent yank, a tremendous force surged through. A flash of astonishment crossed Yang Kai's face as he was pulled stumbling toward Fu Bo.
"Die, brat!" Fu Bo roared with a savage grin, his sharp Ghost Claw striking downward like a hawk diving for its prey, descending upon Yang Kai's head. He could already envision crushing the boy's skull.
But just as his scheme was about to succeed, a sudden wave of unease welled up in his heart. He looked up and saw that Yang Kai—who should have been panicking—wore instead a meaningful smile. Yang Kai's other hand shot forward with four fingers pressed together, striking toward Fu Bo's palm with lightning speed.
In that fleeting instant, Fu Bo felt as though Yang Kai's aura had undergone a tremendous transformation. An ineffable, mysterious quality emanated from him. He even noticed that patches of scale-like patterns had suddenly appeared on Yang Kai's exposed skin—scales resembling those of a serpent, yet far more intricate and unfathomable.
While still puzzling over this, he felt a sharp pain in the hand reaching for Yang Kai.
Fu Bo's face drained of color. He retracted his hand in a flash, simultaneously casting aside the Million Sword and exploding backward.
Looking down, he couldn't help but draw a sharp breath. On his hardened Ghost Claw, right in the center of the palm, several bloody holes had appeared, from which blood was steadily flowing.
He was injured? Fu Bo could hardly believe his own eyes. He knew better than anyone how durable his Ghost King's body was—how could it possibly be wounded? Moreover, judging by the wounds, they had clearly been pierced through by Yang Kai's fingers.
How had he done it? Fu Bo stared blankly at Yang Kai, trying to figure out what trick the boy had just pulled. But when he looked up, his eyes contracted once more—for Yang Kai's physique had also undergone a dramatic transformation.
Twin horns protruded from his head. He stood three zhang tall. His face, neck, and all exposed skin were covered in a layer of golden scales. His hands had become claws, their tips sharp and glinting with cold light. In appearance, they bore an uncanny resemblance to his own Ghost King's body.
The difference lay in their auras—one was ghostly and sinister, the other majestic and boundless. The two auras clashed in the void, creating a stark and vivid contrast.
A jolt ran through Fu Bo's heart. He studied Yang Kai's new form carefully, and a terrifying thought rose from within him. He pointed a trembling finger at Yang Kai. "You... you... you..."
Yang Kai had already put away the Million Sword. He flicked the blood from his dragon claw with a casual motion and regarded Fu Bo at his leisure. "What a coincidence. You can transform, and so can I. The question is just who's a little stronger."
Fu Bo's heart sank. He refused to believe his suspicion, yet everything before his eyes confirmed that it was the truth.
"That's..." On the other side, Chi Gui was equally horrified. Tang Sheng, Qian Xiuying, and Lan He stood frozen with their mouths agape, never imagining the situation could take such a sudden turn.
They had seen that although Yang Kai held the upper hand—using his speed and agile movement techniques to keep Fu Bo suppressed—everyone knew such an advantage couldn't last. No matter how fast he was, no matter how nimble his techniques, what good did it do if he couldn't actually wound his enemy? All he accomplished was draining his own energy. And if Fu Bo ever seized an opening, a single blow would be enough to gravely wound Yang Kai. The attacks of that Ghost King's body were not something one could take lightly.
They had been worried, but the situation had transformed in the span of a heartbeat.
"A dragon vein?" Chi Gui felt a chill shoot up his spine. That Yang Kai actually possessed a dragon vein? Did that mean he had a half-dragon body, that he was descended from the Dragon Clan? This was an extraordinary bloodline. Those who carried the dragon vein, even if impure, would have limitless potential in the future. On top of that, he had mastered spatial power, and he possessed the Mountain and River Bell... Any single one of these advantages would be an incredible fortune for anyone, yet they were all concentrated in a single person.
Even someone as gifted as Chi Gui couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at this moment, lamenting that the heavens were so unfair as to bestow so many blessings upon one man. He then recalled how he had recklessly challenged Yang Kai to a one-on-one fight earlier, and felt immense relief that he had had the wisdom to retreat in time.
Judging from the capabilities Yang Kai had demonstrated time and again, if the boy truly wanted to kill him, it probably wouldn't take a second move...
"Damn it!" Fu Bo cursed aloud, his expression as ugly as if he had just swallowed a dead fly. He wasn't cursing Yang Kai, but rather the person who had provided him with intelligence. That person hadn't mentioned that Yang Kai possessed a dragon vein! If Fu Bo had known this sooner, he would never have come looking for trouble!