Once Zhao Yun inherits the Spear Great Dao, he will become a warrior who can even rival Heavenly Venerable Xiao, or perhaps even stronger!
With a satisfied smile, Qin Jun ignored the burning gazes of the God and Demon as if they didn't exist.
Soon after, Zhao Yun's figure flashed into the hall, growing over two meters tall, his silver armor becoming resplendent and shimmering with dazzling light.
"Your Majesty!"
Zhao Yun knelt on one knee, fist held to his chest in salute.
All eyes fell upon him; after becoming the Taicang Silver Dragon, a pair of dragon horns had grown upon his forehead, his visage even more handsome, causing some of the Huo Family's female elders to not be able to look away.
"Excellent, you haven't disappointed me."
Qin Jun said with a smile, noting that just by merging with the bones of the Taicang Silver Dragon, Zhao Yun had broken through to the eighth level of the Supreme Realm, a feat equivalent to billions of years of cultivation for others.
