"Immortal Sacred Body..."
Qin Tian slowly clenched his fist, and in the instant his knuckles collided, it was as if billions of volcanoes erupted simultaneously within him.
The overwhelming strength surged like a celestial river, coursing through his muscles and veins ceaselessly, and every inch of his flesh emitted a metallic clamor, while even his breaths produced a sharp whistle that tore through the air.
Lowering his gaze to his palm, a faint golden glow flowed over the surface of his skin. It was not the luster of Spiritual Energy but the divine brilliance of a body refined to its origin.
The scorching heat waves of lava felt like a gentle spring breeze against his face. With a light press of his palm, the hard black iron rock silently sunk into a five-fingered imprint, its edges charred black by the burning Qi and Blood.
The power of his Qi and Blood was even three times more intense than the surging lava around him.
