Suddenly, he stopped his movements.
He saw Lu Chenzhou's face twisted with ferocity, his form swelling, training clothes rippling without wind, flapping fiercely, as a mighty gust and intimidating aura soared up, vaguely morphing into an invisible black Fierce Tiger. The Black Tiger stood atop a sheer cliff ten thousand fathoms high, with a roaring cry that shook the mountains and rivers!
Roar!
The old man looked slightly surprised, then smiled.
"Interesting. The aura is quite strong, and you can even channel the Heavenly Heart Mark, suppressing the lingering might of the Mutant Beast with the undying will of the Tiger Form. Not bad, not bad."
"That said, this was just after absorbing a trace of medicinal power and already brought such risks. Seems even a top-level genius can't forcefully take this Great Medicine."
Lu Chenzhou returned to his senses, already drenched in sweat.
His expression changed; he was evidently shocked.
Lu Chenzhou asked:
