Bab 639: Dark Lord's Head

Moye's transformation wasn't just in terms of aesthetics; it had also improved his skills. Moye's last form, the second form, excelled in brute strength. However, regardless of how heavily he could hit, if he couldn't land a solid blow, all that strength and energy was wasted. The last stage of his transformation refined his technical finesse while further boosting his raw power.

"This blade technique looks familiar."

"It's House Li's Tactics of Vayu." Lie Jian furrowed his brows and answered. He wagered that the blade technique would become more powerful when used by Moye than Li Zhedao.

"Air Splitting Whirl Wind Hell!"

Moye twirled and spun as he rose into the sky. He squeezed the blade with both hands, as the purple energy crystal on his helmet started to gleam. The purple light flowed to the blade and clung to it as Moye hacked at Wang Tong suddenly.