"What is that? How did his arm become like that? Is that still a human arm?" The crowd stared at Shen Haoran's purplish-black Demon Dragon Claw, their faces filled with shock.
'A Dragon Claw? My god, could this guy be a dragon?' a few Martial Artists wondered. They quickly covered their mouths, stopping themselves from shouting aloud.
"What is he trying to do? Does he really intend to defeat those five Golden Martial Artists with a single beastified arm?" The crowd frowned, looking at Shen Haoran in confusion.
In mid-air, the five Golden Martial Artists didn't dare to make the slightest move. They felt as though they were locked on by the aura of an Ancient Giant Dragon. They knew that if they moved carelessly, a devastating blow would be all that awaited them.
