As black blood slowly flowed out from the seven orifices of the nine Grandmaster-level experts, their vital energies gradually disappeared. Eventually, all nine of them collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.
Tan Shou's eyes were filled with horror: "Who exactly are you? What did you do to them?"
He believed Gu Art to be the most mysterious and unfathomable existence under the heavens.
But Xu Wendong's methods were far more mysterious than Gu Art.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that a single finger snap from him could cause nine Grandmaster-level Experts to die miserably in an instant was beyond human ability.
Those from The Outer Eight Sects all looked at Xu Wendong with faces full of excitement, as if gazing at a deity, their eyes filled with admiration and awe.
Who wouldn't submit to such methods?
Xu Wendong wore a humble expression: "Just some minor tricks of the Taoist Sect, petty skills, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"
