Xu Wendong stood quietly like an imposing and immortal mountain.
An invisible barrier seemed to isolate him completely from the external chaos.
No matter how ferociously purple lightning, carrying a majestic and destructive momentum, rushed at him.
He remained as motionless as an old monk in meditation, 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 mercy!"
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.
