Blood, Bone & Samsara

Shin Xuanji's aura was torrential and vigorous. A surging wave of sanguine and white-ash color erupted from his powerful body. Yan Zaizen's eyes narrowed. The Shin Xuanji of before was barely present. The current him stood at a height rivaling his own, while his musculature was defined and epic. He seemed like an Immortal of legend, forged from blood and slaughter.

Yan Zaizen felt slaughter within his aura as well. It was fearsome and heart-throbbing, and it faintly rivaled his own peerless tyrannical aura. It was as if he lived and ruled the battlefield. 

A God of War.

This was the feeling he exuded. Furthermore, his face that was already handsome was clearly more matured yet the contours were clear and sharp along with his eyes. He had grown from the little boy who escaped the slaughter of his clan to becoming an existence that dominated his world. 

"Come." Shin Xuanji's voice was deeper than before, rippling with force and daunting momentum.