Rowan's body was revealed and it had shrunken. He appeared like a victim of intense severe starvation as he was nothing but skin and bone. His golden hair was snow white and had begun to fall out.
However, his eyes were closed but his eyes were moving rapidly underneath, and he seemed to be muttering to himself, now and then a small smile crossed his lips before disappearing.
The slight interest in the heart of Dao Ma died away, he wondered why he had even paid much attention to a mortal, whose mind broke at the slightest revelation of his power, but he looked around in greed.
Whatever power was behind this mortal had spared no expenses to set this field of battle, Dao Ma was a little worried, could there be a foreign incursion of gods or monsters from another galaxy?
'why am I bothering myself, if the heavens collapse, there are larger hands than mine who can prop it up' Dao Ma muttered to himself, meanwhile there was a lot of good stuff here, especially that weapon, it reminded him of an old legend, where was…
A golden light flashed ahead and Envy buried itself into his forehead with so much pressure, that one of his knees was nearly forced to touch the ground, as the metal he stood upon caved it for hundreds of feet. The edge of the keen blade left a bright white line on his scales but could not cut through it.
His eyes flew wide with shock and then he roared in fury, "You dare…"
The Axe left his head with supernatural quickness and slammed into his long snout, and his jaws slammed shut so quickly he did not have time to retract his long tongue, and his razor-sharp teeth sliced through it, the crocodile tattoo on his chest seemed to look at the falling tongue that was lined with green blood with a disbelieving expression.
With a twirl that was as natural and effortless as water flowing in between two stones, the Axe slammed into Dao Ma's forearm and released an unexpected intense wave of vibration that vapourised fifty feet of metal underneath the body of Dao Ma, causing his Scepter to be shaken from his grip.
A hand caught the falling Scepter and retreated. Dao Ma was stunned for a brief moment and he looked ahead.
Rowan was back in his previous position and he was looking at the Scepter with curiosity. It was heavier than he expected. A white light flashed and the Scepter vanished. His body was still like a bag of bones, but with a golden flash, he returned to his previous self.
He now wore armor, but it was patterned after this River god, except his own was red and golden. This was the first offensive move that Rowan had made since he woke up, and his still blood had begun to boil
"Dao Ma, it seems you are not aware of the situation you are in and I will need to educate you. Don't worry, we have all this time to ourselves and you are not going anywhere. This is not a battle…"
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