Chapter 780: Descendant of the True Dragon

The young man in the purple robe stood quietly, perfectly still, as if the very air around him was about to freeze solid. In his eyes, it was as if an entire world was brewing-a vast galaxy where lightning crackled, purple flames blazed, and a golden-winged roc was ready to burst forth. After a long moment, the light in his eyes slowly faded, returning to a sharp, clear gaze. "Peak Martial King level, peak six-star Spirit Talisman Master..." Gene Mormont muttered, sensing the torrent of energy surging...