Thick smoke filled the surroundings before a powerful burst of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from its center, forcefully dispersing the smoke and heat in every direction.
Wu Taeyong slowly emerged.
His expression had turned incomparably dark.
Scorch marks covered parts of his robes and face, making him appear rather miserable. Even so, the injuries were only superficial.
At most, they were skin wounds.
The sight alone demonstrated the terrifying physique of a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator. Even though age had weakened him physically, his body still possessed astonishing durability.
Seeing his appearance, Dowblis Snake grinned.
"Did you enjoy my greeting...you old sucker?"
Wu Taeyong's face instantly twisted with fury.
"Insolent thing! I'll kill you!"
The ground beneath his feet shattered as he shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.
At almost the same moment, Dowblis Snake also rushed toward him without the slightest hesitation.
