Within Lu Chen’s lower dantian, the condensed Blood Core sped up to fifty thousand turns a second.
The tiny golden seed collapsed inward by a fraction of a tiny fraction of an inch. Its gravity core pulled every calorie of digested animal fat from his gut-deep cooking pot and igniting it in an instant.
Asura Starting.
Target threshold: one hundred and fifty degrees.
BOOM.
A muffled, underground blast rumbled inside Lu Chen’s chest.
His golden skin, earlier gleaming with the warm luster of temple bronze, shifted into an eye-searing, blazing bright white-gold.
Every pore on his body flared open like the vent of an iron blast fire.
