The violent explosion churned up smoke that filled the sky, and a choking wave of dust instantly swallowed half the street.
But in the very next instant, a deep dragon's roar rolled out from within the dust. Coiling lightning burst forth with a thunderous crash, tearing the thick smoke clean away in the blink of an eye.
As Li Qingyue witnessed this, his gaze turned rather strange.
Because the fellow who had just shouted his faith in Abundance amid the explosion was not a believer in Abundance at all.
He had absolutely nothing to do with the power of Abundance. His Martial Soul simply happened to be that kind of bizarre vine.
"Holy shit, what the hell is this?"
What does this have to do with me? He's not my believer. He's most likely from the Holy Spirit Cult, Li Qingyue thought, the corner of his mouth twitching despite himself.
This truly had nothing whatsoever to do with him, but the man's final shout about faith in Abundance was bound to land on his head.
The middle-aged man opposite him looked utterly grim, seven Soul Rings descending around him in successive layers.
His formidable Soul Saint cultivation was laid bare in an instant.
His sharp gaze swept over the surroundings. The Tang Sect soldiers, already bristling with murderous tension, raised their guns, some even pulling back their bolts.
As the crowd began to be led away for screening, Wu Changkong calmly stepped forward.
Quite a few Tang Sect soldiers spotted him and immediately raised their guns to aim at him.
But when Wu Changkong displayed the token exclusive to the Tang Sect...
The soldiers, whose faces had been grim with murderous intent, abruptly eased their movements, then slowly stepped aside.
The middle-aged man at the entrance noticed Wu Changkong as