Wanlan was so furious his lungs nearly burst.
He stared fixedly at the silver spear in Chu Mo's hand, then lowered his gaze to the dull, lusterless original in his own palm. The wound in his chest, corroded by the two Daos of curse and slaughter, throbbed faintly, but that pain was nothing beside the agony twisting his heart.
"You... you actually stole half my spirit treasure's reality with a counterfeit?"
Wanlan ground his teeth. Though he had met Zhi Su only a few times, he knew that the other man had inherited the teachings of that Great Dao Venerable from the Hezhen Society, and that his methods were bizarre and unfathomable. Yet witnessing this still shocked him to the core.
Merely hearing someone describe his spirit treasure had allowed Zhi Su to reproduce it-and steal half the original's reality in the process. This was so uncanny it defied all reason!
This man was stronger than before!
Zhi Su smiled faintly, his tone mild. "What are you saying? This Venerable merely did a little research. How could this count as a counterfeit? If you like, This Venerable can give you a few more."
"You-!"
Wanlan trembled with rage. He abruptly turned toward Yuanting and the Dragon King in purple-and-gold chain mail beside him, shouting, "What are you standing around for? Attack!"
Yuanting's expression darkened slightly, but he did not hesitate. He swept his hand up, and a bolt of dark Thunderclap burst from his palm. It flowed like water, shifting without any fixed shape.
It splashed and spilled like ink, sweeping through the emptiness like an ocean tide. Rivers, lakes, and seas trembled before it, while Flood Dragons and water monsters drew upon its awe-inspiring power. Inky light mingled with thunder, churning into a murky expanse of primordial chaos.
Tai