Facing Li Changqing's roar filled with anger and threat.
Xu Wendong showed no hint of fear.
Instead, he tilted his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter clear and penetrating, reverberating freely in this vast world.
It carried with it endless confidence and arrogance, as if the myriad things of the world were insignificant in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth slightly lifted, drawing an unruly arc, his feet lightly touched the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water.
In an instant, his figure, like a ghost in the night, soared into the sky with incredible speed, steadily hovering in mid-air.
At this moment, the wild wind howled, like the roar of a fierce beast, making his robe flutter soundly.
The True Qi around him surged like a tempestuous tsunami, swirling and howling, with faint golden runes flickering and jumping, as if weaving an invisible yet indestructible net.
Each rune emitted a mysterious and powerful aura.
