Zhang Dong's expression was anything but pleasant as he watched the Nine-Headed Serpent charge straight at him. Although his Nascent Soul peak strength meant he feared almost no attack, and his secretly cultivated body-tempering further gave him another trump card against opponents, making his chances of victory far greater than cultivators of the same rank.
There was one problem: his body-tempering technique possessed a special attribute—water.
What it feared most was fire. Thus, when Zhang Dong saw the child's eyes turn crimson, his body reacted violently. It was resistance born of conflicting attributes, without any reason at all—mere instinctive discomfort, accompanied by a sense of suppression spreading through his body.
As the saying went, shoot the man before the horse, capture the bandit before the king. Zhang Dong understood that principle better than anyone.
Therefore, the crimson-eyed child immediately became his target.
Zhang Dong spread his ten fingers, lifting the sky with his left hand and bracing the earth with his right, as though heaven and earth lay between those hands and nothing could break them apart.
Thunder rumbled through the sky, while wild winds abruptly rose from the earth. Wind, frost, rain, and snow came one after another, making people's eyes ache and swell until they could barely stand.
Even the Nine-Headed Serpent sensed danger. Its enormous body coiled upon the ground, its heads raised as its forked tongues flickered out, preparing to interrupt Zhang Dong's movements.
Yet Zhang Dong remained calm, showing not the slightest fear as he faced the Nine-Headed Serpent. Instead, he bit down on his tongue, and a cloud of blood mist formed before him, shaping itself into a huge Dao character.
However, that Dao character glowed with a bewitching black-red light, utterly lacking the immortal aura that a Daoist symbol should have possessed.
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