Jiang Lu effortlessly neutralized the enraged sneak attack by the Moon Elder.
For him, who had undergone specialized training by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, such a level of attack was trivial.
If one were to compare the Moon Elder's moonlight to HIV, then the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's power would be akin to Ebola; while surviving the former might grant one a few decades, contracting the latter means no beating around the bush, you're dead within three days!
Having proven with his own body that even Ebola was no big deal to him, why would he fear HIV?
The Moon Elder, grabbed by the wrist, couldn't believe it – he, the foremost among the third generation Chief Gods, couldn't even land a sneak attack on an unknown nobody.
Knowing he was exposed and disbelieving, he dropped the pretense; his head, like a speaker split down the middle, actually began to split open, and then unfolded outward, revealing crimson flesh.
"Blood Moon!"
Emperor Yin was shocked.
