"You sneaked out from the Temple of the Dharma King and came alone to see me. What do you want to do?"
Wu Chenghua's brows deeply furrowed.
He snorted coldly, a staff made of peach wood appearing in his hand.
Bang!
The veins on the back of Wu Chenghua's hand bulged.
With a heavy downward tap of the peach wood staff, the ground swelled upwards as countless black tendrils, like a tide, clawed and swept towards the blood-red demon god in front of him.
Yet, faced with the full force of an Earth Immortal's strike, the smile on the Blood Robed Demon God's face remained unchanged.
Whoosh!
He simply waved his hand gently.
In an instant, copious amounts of blood fire erupted from his body, extending outwards.
When the two forces collided, those vines, firmer than steel, instantly ignited and turned into flying ashes, dissipating on the spot.
But after the clash ended,
