Li Wuhen’s words fell like blocks of dark ice from the highest heavens crashing into boiling oil.
With the utterance of the four words "Bone-Eroding Demonic Qi," the entire clamoring Martial Arts Arena was instantly frozen into a deathly stillness. The wind ceased, the flags hung limp, and even Wang Mang's bloodcurdling screams from his severed arm seemed choked off at the throat, leaving only ragged, agonizing gasps. Countless gazes—filled with shock, horror, and disbelief—converged in unison upon Elder Liu on the main platform, the elder with white hair and beard who had possessed such a daoist immortal air.
The look of shock and anger on Elder Liu's face froze instantly, then flaked away like a shattered mask, revealing the deep, pool-like gloom beneath. Far from dissipating, the blinding ball of lightning in his palm suddenly compressed and solidified, transforming into a crackling, deep purple thunderball that radiated an aura of destruction!
Chapter 73