His eyes were bloodshot.
The whites of his eyes, once swallowed by darkness, had returned to normal. The bone layer on his body, though still present, had become extremely fragile.
The Bone Dragon crafted from his Lifebound Magical Treasure had now vanished, returning to his body. The Mountain River Fan in his hand was nothing more than a slightly better ordinary weapon.
Yet, facing the man who charged at him with a loud roar, the young man merely twisted the iron wire in his hand, gripping it with his right hand in a reverse grip, not even bothering to take up a sword stance, and simply twisted as they crossed paths.
Bam!
Bone armor flew off, and palm-sized fragments of the bone layer shot off from his body.
There was no stab, but rather a swing, unbiased and direct, shattering the bone layer covering Xuan Yinzi's leg.
