Xuan Lingzi's expression turned grave at the sight; he had never faced such a troublesome opponent.
But as the president of the Cultivator Association, how could he possibly admit defeat so easily?
He clenched his teeth, frantically pouring True Qi into the Prison Suppressing Cauldron; the Runes on the cauldron's body began to flash madly, letting out a deafening roar.
Suddenly.
A massive black pillar of light shot out from within the cauldron, blasting straight toward Xu Wendong.
That pillar of light contained endless Power of Destruction.
Wherever it passed, the ground was instantly corroded into a bottomless ravine, and even the surrounding air was sucked away, forming a vacuum zone.
"Old bastard, you don't know a damn thing about my strength!" Xu Wendong looked at the oncoming black pillar of light, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile.
