Shi Wuzun's entire body seemed to faintly radiate light, while a terrifying aura filled the air.
Song Qingshu clicked his tongue in amazement. The martial arts of the Western Regions really are vastly different from those of the Central Plains. They can even make themselves glow? Of course, he quickly saw that the man's body was not truly emitting light. Rather, his inner energy had dispersed outward, stirring the air around him and altering its refraction, making it appear as though his whole body was glowing.
However, his final counterattack had likely failed to achieve its purpose. His enemy had struck successfully and fled at once, leaving his desperate, mutually destructive technique to hit empty air.
"Evil Buddha Zhong Youxian!" Shi Wuzun glared at the other man through gritted teeth, his hateful gaze seeming ready to swallow him whole. He knew that his strength had run dry.
"Indeed!" The man opposite him had a fat head, drooping ears, and a short, stout build. Yet he walked with the bearing of a dragon and tiger, making it clear that he was the sort of influential figure who had long stood in a position of power.
Judging by the frightened looks of those below, he was clearly a notorious figure in the Western Regions whose name could stop children from crying at night.
Behind the plaque, Song Qingshu's gaze sharpened. This man's martial arts clearly surpassed everyone below by a wide margin. He had already entered the Grandmaster realm and stood among the best of them. No wonder they feared him so greatly.
"The Heavenly Mandate Cult's foremost expert actually resorted to a sneak attack. Have you no shame?" The Dual Cultivation Madam hurried over to support Shi Wuzun. The moment she felt his pulse, her delicate brows furrowed. She understood his