Before Mount Wudu, swords were drawn and crossbows bent.
The True Lord and the Blood God, these two leaders of the righteous and demonic paths, looked at each other after their initial probing exchange. Neither spoke; they merely studied and observed one another.
Yet beneath this silence, undercurrents surged and changes multiplied.
First, the blood shadow hiding behind Deng Yin seemed to have already begun digesting Xuanzhenzi's magical power and everything else in this brief span of time. The bloody light around her gradually subsided, and she became a young woman with a murderous look on her face once more-none other than Li Yingqiong. Her expression was cold and stern as well. She stared straight at the Daoist opposite her, fury in her eyes, her aura thoroughly unsteady. Bloody light occasionally escaped from her seven orifices, making it clear that the swordfire's searing strike had injured her badly. With that murderous expression and the cinnabar mole between her brows, her entire bearing and demeanor were practically cast from the same mold as the Blood God Child beside her!
Not only that, after the Blood God Child appeared, another figure leaped out of Mount Wudu. Ugly, with a toad's face and a pitch-black cloak draped over him, he was the master of this place, the Sect Master of the Profound Yin Sect, a variant dragon descendant: Dharma King Xuanyuan.
Thus, as things now stood, Mount Wudu's side had an Earthly Immortal incarnation whose true capabilities remained unclear, a Fifth Realm variant dragon descendant who presided over the place, and an Emei sword cultivator who had just devoured a Fifth Realm True Person. Such a lineup was truly alarming.
But the Daoist was not fighting single-handedly either. Beside him, a swarm of tadpole-like Ghost Seal Script characters suddenly sprang out of nothing