Xu Wendong stood quietly like an imposing and immortal mountain.
An invisible barrier seed to isolate him completely from the external chaos.
No matter how ferociously purple lightning, carrying a majestic and destructive montum, rushed at him.
He remained as motionless as an old monk in ditation, unmoved, with deep eyes as calm as a lake, as if everything before him was nothing but a fleeting illusion, ignored and unseen.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was astonished, initially doubtful of his own eyes.
Then, with a twisted expression, he burst into a harsh, mocking laughter amid the roaring thunder and lightning: "Look, this guy is scared silly! Pretending to be so mysterious usually, but now he’s petrified and at my rcy!"
His laugh was full of savagery and arrogance, as if he could already see Xu Wendong turned to dust under the mighty thunder, and the Blood Sect’s great vengeance avenged.
Zhang Nian and the others stood aside, their hearts in their mouths.
Everyone involuntarily held their breath, eyes showing deep anxiety, like startled birds, mixed with extre fear.
They looked up to the sky at the purple lightning erging like flood dragons from the sea.
Each bolt seed to contain a terrifying force capable of crushing the soul.
Even from afar, a gaze brought deep shivers to their souls, as if an invisible hand tightly clutched them, cold sweat shooting from soles to the scalp.
In an instant.
Under the gaze of the tension-tightened crowd, the overwhelming lightning fell like an angry ancient fierce beast, engulfed in endless fury, heavily landing on Xu Wendong.
In that mont.
The world seed shaken fiercely by a giant hand, exploding in a deafening roar.
Like the chaotic roar of the universe’s birth, the sound rattled ears, heads buzzing as if breaking their consciousness apart...
However.
A jaw-dropping scene unfolded.
After the mountain-destroying lightning struck Xu Wendong, he stood untouched, as if the fierce attack was rely a gentle breeze.
A faint purple radiance arose around him, a phenonon condensed after absorbing the lightning’s power.
Light circulated, with mysterious runes vaguely appearing, as if narrating ancient and powerful energies.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s smirk froze instantly, mouth agape, laughter abruptly cut off, as if choked by an invisible hand, only emitting dry "cawing."’
His eyes bulged, seemingly ready to pop out.
Fixated on Xu Wendong, full of disbelief, his ocean-like shock wiped away arrogance, replaced by deep-rooted fear.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could a Foundation Establishnt ant’s physical body be so strong?" The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable felt chills crawling over his scalp.
Zhang Nian and the others were equally stunned.
Their tense mood suddenly lightened, struck by incredible joy from extre fear.
Eyes widened, they tried to engrave the magical sight deeply into their minds.
So young Loose Cultivators couldn’t help but exclaim, breaking the previously dead silence.
The mysterious man hovered high above, his black robe flapping, now showing a serious deanor for the first ti.
His sharp gaze locked on Xu Wendong, attempting to decipher the secret behind this enigmatic ability.
As an Ergence Stage powerhouse, roaming the cultivation world for years, he’d never witnessed such a baffling event, unsettling him deeply.
Truth be told, he’d never encountered such absurdity!
Even seeing it firsthand was hard to believe.
Xu Wendong slightly raised his head, a faint smile appearing as if expecting the crowd’s reactions.
He spread his hands, purple lightning jumping energetically in his palms, almost spiritual.
Next.
He slowly clenched his hands, compressing the lightning into two dazzling thunder balls, hovering above his fists, emitting an intimidating pressure.
"Today, witness the true strength!" Xu Wendong’s voice was deep and resonant, echoing like a grand bell through the heavens.
Before the words fully fell, his figure flickered, darting towards the mysterious man like a phantom.
Swiftly, like a streak of purple lightning, leaving a re shadow behind.
Alard, the mysterious man hurriedly ford defensive hand seals.
Yet Xu Wendong’s speed exceeded his imagination, reaching him before the seals could complete.
Xu Wendong swung his right fist violently, wielding the thunder ball’s rage, aiming at the mysterious man’s chest, as if piercing it through.
The mysterious man, unable to dodge, braced with crossed arms.
"Bang!" a thunderous impact, like a teor striking earth!
The mysterious man felt his arms hit by a sledgehamr, causing severe pain, uncontrollably sent flying, creating a scrambling arc in the air, crashing through several towering trees, barely stabilizing.
"You’re no Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, definitely not!" The mysterious man’s turbulent shock swelled, Xu Wendong’s attacks and speed beyond any Foundation Establishnt Cultivator’s capabilities.
Despite the aura showing a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, he was utterly baffled, unable to comprehend.
Xu Wendong didn’t stop; his left fist swung again, the thunder ball roaring like a beast, rushing at the staggered mysterious man.
The mysterious man, eyes wide with horror, hastily pulled out a magical treasure from the storage ring, an ancient Bronze Mirror, with runes sparkling.
Vigorously, he blocked with the mirror, chanting urgently, trying to shield against the deadly blow with the treasure’s force.
Upon impact, the thunder ball unleashed a blinding light, akin to the sun’s explosion.
Within the light, the Bronze Mirror wailed, runes fading like molten chain links.
Feeling an overwhelming force slam through the mirror, his throat felt sweet, spewing blood wildly, face turning ghostly pale.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was scared, face ashen, body trembling uncontrollably.
Considering his backing being a true Ergence Stage powerhouse, such realm masters ranking high in the cultivation world.
Yet, who would have thought such a super expert battling Xu Wendong would be beaten bloody as well?
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