The most profound Divine Abilities often required only the simplest methods of execution.
At that moment, Chen Luo simply took up his staff and brought it down on Lang Tu's head with three successive "duang" sounds.
Lang Tu raised his hand to block, but he could not stop the Power of Rules on the bamboo staff from surging into his body. Just as he was about to circulate his qi and blood to dispel it, he suddenly froze.
As the Power of Rules spread through his body, he actually felt as though his lifespan were retreating, as though he were growing young again.
"Hmm? Are you helping me return to my youth?" Lang Tu sensed the change and suddenly burst out laughing.
Chen Luo frowned slightly, but his hands did not stop. The bamboo staff continued lashing toward Lang Tu.
Laugh?
You'll have your turn to cry soon enough!
There was no helping it. After reaching the Ten Thousand Mile Road just now, he still had not grasped the Dao well enough. Of Birth, Old Age, Sickness, and Death, Chen Luo could currently only unleash the Power of Rules of "Birth."
Lang Tu also began to counterattack. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a Moon Illusion surfaced within it.
The innate Divine Ability of the Moon-Devouring Silver Wolf—Moon Strike!
The Moon Illusion instantly blazed with light. Then, a terrifying attack shot from Lang Tu's mouth. Chen Luo had been prepared. He gripped the Seven Emotions Bamboo Staff and swung it backhanded. In an instant, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open and blood burst forth, but the radiance of Moon Strike was also smashed into streaks of silver light.
How could the Red Dust of humanity fear moonlight?
Although blood still flowed from his hand, Chen Luo paid