"Me? I am one who enforces justice on behalf of the heavens!"
Xu Wendong stared at the wavering and disheveled Xuan Lingzi, his eyes brimming with disdain and fury, seeming as though they could scorch everything before him into ashes.
He lunged forward, surrounded by golden flames like raging fires, burning intensely.
The light not only illuminated the battlefield ravaged by war but also pierced straight into the hearts of everyone present, reflecting the astonishment and reverence flooding their eyes.
Xu Wendong's voice suddenly rang out, like a rolling thunder carrying endless anger and an overwhelming power of righteousness, exploding in everyone's ears: "As the president of the Cultivator Association, you ought to be the pillar defending the cultivation world, a guardian of fairness and justice, yet you allowed the association to become a shield for evil!"
