Red silk threads poured out of Xinzi's sleeves, remodeling his attire into a red monastic robe embroidered with golden tree patterns. White and gold flames flared in our monk's eyes, setting his entire body ablaze as he activated the Tyrannical Solar Dragon Physique. Blood Energy, Yang Qi and Divine Power rose like tidal waves, becoming a pillar of blinding energies that made all Green-Hat Farmers shiver where they stood.
"To hell with you! Brothers, don't let this flashy display mislead you. He's just an early-stage Pulse Condensation expert—absolutely no match for our formation. Kill him, and the invaders' morale will plummet without fail. Cut off the head! Kill the snakes!" The head farmer raised his sword, galvanizing his troops.
