To appear taller and better resonate with the Great Sun in the sky, Zhong Ming condensed a Sun Divine Wheel behind his back that closely resembled the Sun itself.
The slowly revolving Divine Wheel, the crimson-gold pupils, and the empowerment of a dual Divine Power—all of it gave Zhong Ming a sublime aura as he stood beneath the Sun. To a Mortal, seeing Zhong Ming was like seeing a son of the Sun.
This display of power made Mingya's gaze turn cautious. He could clearly sense that, in terms of aura alone, the current Zhong Ming was now on par with him.
That's right—only on par. The empowerment he received from burning the Holy Blood was just that absurd.
However, he soon recalled the other abilities the Holy Blood had granted him. This caused the gravity in his eyes to fade, replaced by an unshakable will to win.
At this moment, Zhong Ming slowly lowered his gaze, locking his majestic pupils onto Mingya—and the giant pupil floating above his head.
