But even so, his body was still about to fall beyond the boundary.
Physique!
At this moment, only his physique could help him!
The yellow dragon disappeared in an instant, and the inner image manifested according to his will.
Layer upon layer of diamond-shaped jade scales appeared from the top of his forehead, with gilded patterns flickering with white breath.
Two strands of silver-white dragon whiskers hung down the corners of his lips and moved without wind. A roar rolled out from his throat, golden smoke leaked from his teeth, and his pupils cracked vertically like molten gold. The monks watching felt their spirits and bodies blazing hot!
At this time, it was Liao Chen's appearance.
He was no longer a "poor monk," but rather...
A Dragon Monk!
Clearly a monk's body, yet possessing the appearance of a Dragon King!
"Don't worry, Master Liao Chen has not yet been defeated!"
