In midair, Lin Qian was surrounded by his soul power's black blades, which had completely vanished. The aura of the Emperor's robe on his body was almost tangible, enveloping him from head to toe.
The robe radiated a brilliant golden light that gently enveloped him.
The deadly aura from the Black Demon seemed to scatter frantically like a rat fleeing from a cat, retreating back around its body.
"Ugh!" the Black Demon grunted, feeling extremely uncomfortable in the face of this young opponent.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Dragon roars filled the air as Lin Qian was encircled by nine golden dragons, their cold dragon eyes seemingly looking down on the world with disdain.
Lin Qian's body seemed to burn with a golden flame, flickering and fluctuating between being solid and ethereal.
And with it, his aura kept rising, becoming heavier and heavier.
Bang!
