Xu Wendong looked indifferent, as if overlooking an ant, and casually said, "Just someone who's going to die, why bother knowing who I am?"
His tone was so calm, as if he were merely recounting an insignificant trivia, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
As he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly changed, like a dormant Primordial Behemoth abruptly awakening.
In an instant.
A torrent of Soul Force exploded out like a Demon breaking free from its chains, roaring forth like a massive wave that covered the sky, carrying a menacing aura of destruction, surging and raging.
Under the terrified gazes of the crowd, as if witnessing the end-times Heavenly Tribulation, this power swept towards Master Wudao and his entourage like a Primordial Beast with a wide-open maw.
In just a moment, Master Wudao and his followers, who were foolishly trying to stop him like mantises, all turned pale, as if their souls had been extracted.
