Fang Zhixing's mouth twitched up slightly, as if he had seen through Ma Chengyun's tricks.
Without hesitation, Fang Zhixing rubbed his hands together.
A large cluster of blood drops gathered.
Then, Fang Zhixing flung it into the air without looking at the result and his body flickered and darted away.
Whoosh!
Fang Zhixing instantly transported himself in front of the Black Sand Dharma Body, as a ghostly figure rose slowly above his head.
"The Tyrant is born!"
In an instant, an indescribable domineering aura swept across the area.
The Tyrant stood tall between heaven and earth, dominating through the ages!
Everything within the surrounding space was suppressed.
"Ah, what?!"
Ma Chengyun's face changed dramatically as he was in mid-air, his head aching as if struggling.
The spiritual connection between his Yang Divine and Dharma Body suddenly became compressed and weak.
