The Earth God Thunder detonated less than ten feet away from him. The rampaging thunderbolts blasted a massive cavern into the ground, and the old man, wreathed in arcs of electricity, was sent flying backward.
A Purple Mansion Cultivator was, after all, not to be trifled with. They had countless trump cards up their sleeves. This attack only left the old man with minor injuries.
But this still made him feel a strong sense of humiliation. He, a dignified Purple Mansion Great Cultivator, had actually been bested by a mere Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. If word got out, he would become a laughingstock.
Even Evil Cultivators have their pride!
"You're dead!" the old man roared in fury, and the surrounding black mist began to churn restlessly.
Just then, Song Changsheng took out his last Earth God Thunder and said coldly, "If you're not afraid of mutual destruction, then by all means, try me."
