When the battle ended, King Eight's Cannon once again surfaced with a mass of purple-gold tendrils that quickly retracted into the body, as Meng Shaotao returned to his human form. Yet his face was twisted, eyes bloody red, and he howled to the sky...
"Roar!"
"Didn't you all look down on King Eight? Come on, let this young master blast a shot, I just ask... who else?"
The surrounding powerful spectators were all stunned, each with mouths agape, eyes wide, unable to believe their own eyes, their heads buzzing...
They indeed underestimated Meng Shaotao earlier, mocking the Xuanwu Turtle Shell on his back, but didn't expect this taunt to stimulate Meng Shaotao, causing his bloodline to surge, leading to a minor explosion of bloodline power and smoothly breaking through.
Now, Meng Shaotao slapped faces with his strength, and among the onlookers, those who had mocked him earlier felt their cheeks burning and hearts irritated.
