Chapter 1789: Chapter 1786: Do You Take Me for a Fool?
The middle-aged man’s pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes full of horror and shock.
He stared intently at the figure of Xu Wendong before him.
It was hard to believe that this young man displayed such terrifying strength!
Bear in mind, he was a super powerhouse of the Mahayana Realm.
In this world, few could stand against him.
He thought facing Xu Wendong would be nothing more than an undisputed dimensional reduction strike.
Yet reality slapped him fiercely in the face like a loud slap.
Thinking back to the earlier clash, relying on his cultivated speed technique, he flashed beside Xu Wendong stealthily like a black phantom.
Silently thinking that this young man would be easily crushed like an ant under his absolute strength.
However, in the next moment, his smile froze on his face.
Xu Wendong’s reaction speed far exceeded his expectations.
X Wendong slightly turned, his right fist like a shell shot from a cannon, barreled toward his chest with unstoppable momentum, at a speed akin to teleportation.
The sound of his punch whistled, carrying a terrifying aura capable of shredding the whole world.
The power contained within that aura was grand and overwhelming, comparable to that of a Mahayana Period Powerhouse like him.
He had no time to make any effective defensive actions.
All he could do was watch helplessly as that fist drew closer, until it thudded heavily against his chest.
In an instant.
He felt as if his chest had been savagely struck by a majestic mountain, his whole body flying backward like a kite with a broken string for several feet.
Upon landing, he knelt on one knee, clutching his chest tightly, his face full of pain.
The excruciating pain in his chest was like being pierced by thousands of steel needles simultaneously, or scorching repeatedly by a red-hot iron, quickly spreading throughout his body.
Every breath felt like tugging at his entire meridians, immensely difficult, as if a giant rock weighing thousands of pounds was pressing against his chest, leaving him almost suffocating.
"Do you really think I suddenly awakened?" Xu Wendong stepped forward slowly, a faintly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The middle-aged man frowned deeply, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes full of doubt and unwillingness, biting his teeth and asked: "Isn’t that so?"
Xu Wendong gently shook his head, and let out a long sigh, his voice low and hoarse, as if transcending endless time and years: "There’s no so-called awakening."
"You have never heard of my name, simply because I’ve been away from Earth for eighteen years."
"That’s all."
He slightly raised his head, gazing at the distant horizon, his eyes flashing with indescribable radiance, reminiscence of past experiences.
At these words.
The middle-aged man’s pupils contracted violently, his whole body shook.
His breathing became urgent, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just experienced a deadly chase.
Immediately, he took a step forward, his gaze cold like a knife, his tone urgent with a hint of questioning: "Left Earth for eighteen years? Where exactly did you go?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head desperately: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"The Age of Dharma Decline has just ended, the entire Earth confined by that invisible shackle, no one could leave Earth! How could you have left Earth?"
"You’re not treating me like a fool, are you? I can’t trust a single punctuation mark in your words!" His voice roughened by anger and shock, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Xu Wendong ignored his question, his gaze calmly resting on him: "I want to know, do you have any other companions?"
"Or are you the only Demon Seed on Earth?" With these words, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
At these words, the middle-aged man felt a chill on his spine, a feeling of dread, the shock even greater than when Xu Wendong spoke of his eighteen years absence from Earth.
Because, indeed, he was a Demon Seed!
However.
Few knew of this fact, how could Xu Wendong know his identity?
Regaining his composure, he spoke coldly: "I don’t know how you discovered my identity, but you won’t live past today!"
With that, the spiritual power around the middle-aged man surged wildly like a spiritual tide.
In an instant, a Longsword condensed by his side.
The sword gleamed with ghostly light, runes on the blade like agile Spirit Snakes, moving freely, emanating a chilling coldness, seemingly able to freeze all life between heaven and earth.
He tapped the void lightly with his toes, transformed into a shadow, shooting towards Xu Wendong like an arrow shot from a spirit bow.
The Longsword in his hand traced an unpredictable arc in the air, like a meteor in the dark night, aimed straight at Xu Wendong’s throat.
Xu Wendong’s expression was calm, like walking through a courtyard, showing not a hint of panic.
As the sword was about to strike, his figure suddenly flickered, like a ghostly phantom, easily avoiding the extremely fierce strike.
At the same time, he swiftly raised his right palm, a cluster of golden light like Spirit Flame gathered in his palm, countless stars twinkling within the light, like a vast galaxy in his grasp.
As he pushed his palm forward, the cluster of light instantly transformed into a golden afterimage, enveloping a world-shattering momentum, like a Spiritual Dragon surging from the sea, rushing towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man saw the move, his gaze sharp, like cold stars suddenly appearing.
He quickly swung his spiritual power Longsword, chanting under his breath.
In an instant, a layer of spiritual power shield swiftly condensed in front of him.
This shield formed by dense spiritual power, seemed like an ancient Spirit Crystal forged, unbreakable.
Golden force crashed onto the shield, erupting with a deafening booming sound, like Spiritual Thunder exploding.
The powerful impact caused the ground beneath the middle-aged man’s feet to crack like spirit soil, and even the void twisted violently.
However, Xu Wendong’s offensive, like a Spiritual Tide surging, showed no sign of stopping.
Taking advantage of the middle-aged man’s moment to block the golden light, he closed in once again.
Left fist tightly clenched, purple Thunder Arc around the fist like Spirit Snake coiling, striking lightning with a crackling sound, like Lingxiao Divine Thunder roaring in fury.
He suddenly punched out, the purple Thunder Arc swiftly spread towards the middle-aged man, seemingly ready to engulf and pulverize him entirely.
The middle-aged man felt this terrifying Thunder Power, shock surged within, like a Spirit Bird startled by a bow.
He hurriedly circulated spiritual power within, attempting to resist the sudden Thunder Arc attack.
But the Thunder Arc was too strong, in an instant shattered his spiritual power defense, blasting him away, leaving his body with scorched marks, as if burned by Spirit Fire, looking extremely miserable!
