A resonant roar echoed as the colossal creature before Xiao Heng slowly shrank, finally reverting to Ye Feipeng’s original form. 0

The little fatty cracked his neck, a series of popping snaps erupting from his joints.0

“Well, Xiao Heng, what do you think of my little trick?” Ye Feipeng asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.0

Xiao Heng felt no dejection from his defeat, only a burning curiosity. He flew closer, poking and prodding at Ye Feipeng’s body. “Fatty, what method did you use to form your Golden Core? You’re human, yet you can transform into a genuine exotic beast? I thought sprouting wings was your limit, but you’ve gone even further!”0

Ye Feipeng didn’t stop Xiao Heng from probing. He lifted his chin, a look of supreme arrogance on...0