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“Can this power really match up to a martial artist in the Gang Sha realm in a head-on clash?”

Feng Qing’an gently clenched his fist, a sudden boom echoing in the center of his palm. He felt his body overflowing with abundant and robust vitality, an unprecedented sense of swelling in his heart. He felt that a common Innate Realm opponent was no longer a match for him.

However, this swelling sense of power due to rapid growth was quickly suppressed by Feng Qing’an. He already had a deep understanding of martial artists in the Gang Sha realm.

Speaking just about vitality, he might compare with a Gang Sha realm martial artist, but the True Qi honed by a martial artist of this realm, tempered by celestial strangulation energy, was something he did not possess.

Also, there was the fighting experience hardened from countless battles, and the “intent” that could increase a martial artist’s combat power by several or even ten times.

Among Innate Realm martial artists, the ones that could comprehend “intent” were as rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns. Any martial artist who could ascend to the Gang Sha Realm must have understood “intent” or they wouldn’t have been able to endure the celestial strangulation energy.

“Young Master!”

Sen Miao, who sensed that her bloodline had further strengthened, looked at Feng Qing’an. She felt her own power in Feng Qing’an, and, incredibly, even a hint of Qilin bloodline?

All of this happened the moment the Soul Contract was signed, which made Feng Qing’an’s image in her eyes all the more profound and mystical. She had never heard of such a thing before.

“Your appearance?!”

“No problem!”

Feng Qing’an was aware of his transformations. He was already beginning to lose his human form. He realized that this was all due to the influence of the feedback from Sen Miao’s power.

A power that was a higher realm than him and originated from the Qilin bloodline had its effects. Even though it didn’t affect Sen Miao’s essence, it was merely the part she had no control over.

But when the Soul Contract collected that power and fused it into his body, it naturally affected him, making him appear less and less human.

This led Feng Qing’an to a thought: if there was a spirit beast with an incredibly robust and pure bloodline, which was also more potent than him, and he happened to be able to form a contract with it, would he be influenced by the other’s bloodline power at the moment the Soul Contract was achieved, even to the point that he couldn’t maintain his human form?

So, what do the high-realm Guardian Beast Masters, who have contracts with numerous powerful spirits, look like? Can they maintain their human form?

They should be able to!

Feng Qing’an silently ran the Soul Jue, the ancient divine lines on his cheeks and the green scales on his neck and shoulders gradually faded until they disappeared. The non-human aura also hid itself in this moment.

This power didn’t disappear, but rather lurked within his body, making him look more reserved. His nature had indeed changed.

Or perhaps in the early days, his essence had already been influenced. When he contracted with Nan Ge and Dong Huang, his increasingly vigorous soul was the best proof. But it hadn’t affected his appearance, so he hadn’t noticed it.

Sen Miao silently glanced at Feng Qing’an who had returned to his normal Human Race appearance. It was merely a change of appearance. She could feel that this human whom she had made up her mind to follow had acquired a similar power to her. This made her instinctively close to him.

“They seem to be about to finish. Let’s go and see!”

The moment Feng Qing’an, who felt as if he had mastered his power, took a

step forward, a rather unpleasant sound sounded from under his feet.

Crack!

Feng Qing’an lowered his head and saw the spiderweb-like cracks emerging under his boots and quickly spreading around. Lifting his foot, he saw that where he had just stepped was all powdered dust, just the size of his footprint.

It seemed that the sudden increase in power this time was still too significant. He would have to take some time to adjust to living normally, otherwise, wherever he went would be in a mess, and his every move would just cause destruction.

Bang!

Just as Feng Qing’an was pondering how to adapt and master the skyrocketing power within the shortest possible time, the house he had just built in front of him was pierced through and collapsed by a flying figure.

The person who ruined his day’s repair work slid on the ground, creating a trench several feet deep before crashing into a rockery and turning it into rubble, finally revealing his figure.

It was a huge man with ragged clothes and covered in blood. His limbs and torso were twisted and indented in unusual places. However, this severely injured man had an excited, fanatical smile on his face, mixed with a bit of disbelief.

However, when this man with complicated emotions noticed the two gazes falling on him, he slowly raised his head, and his face froze instantly.

He completely ignored the auspicious figure with wings and even dragon scales on his body. His eyes were fixed on the calm and indifferent young man in white. Then he pointed at Feng Qing’an with his trembling fingers,

“You are Second Young Master Feng?”

He remembered the face vividly as he had seen an image resembling it. Hence, he could quickly confirm the person’s identity. Yet, because of this, he couldn’t accept it.

If Second Young Master Feng was here, then who was the guy who had just Imocked him flying with a punch? Who was the monster that had learned his fist style in less than an hour and even started to mimic the “intent” of his punch?