This Attack Doesn't Hurt At All (1)
Xu Bai shouted in his heart. Then, he stretched out his hands and rolled up his sleeves.
Looking at the thing on his arm, he fell into deep thought.
On his arm, there were golden and grayish-white interwoven patterns that were constantly spreading from his palm.
The lines looked very complicated and beautiful, giving off an evil sense of beauty.
He kept rolling up his sleeves. When he rolled them up to his shoulders, he looked at the patterns that were still there and fell silent.
"Don't tell me it's all over my body?" Xu Bai thought to himself.
He looked around and saw that the surroundings were quiet. The door was closed and there was no outsider.
Xu Bai didn't care about these things. He took off his Sun and Moon Taoist robe and walked to a mirror.