The taciturn Daoist was charred black, nearly incinerated moments ago!
Purple lightning, each bolt as thick as a water vat, stirred the Nine Heavens. It struck down from the sky, its terrifying light scorching the earth and stone.
The taciturn Daoist's expression changed drastically. This was the Purple Heavens lightning, specifically meant to restrain him and disastrous to his Nine Tribulations Body. Without his Heavenly Technique reaching the perfection stage, he certainly couldn't withstand it.
The lightning was terrifying; he was like a tender branch in a storm, ready to break at any moment. His Daoist robe had turned to ash, his body covered in terrible burn marks.
"It's you again, you dead dog! Your sense of smell is truly sharp. I haven't settled the last account with you yet!" shouted the taciturn Daoist, who was one and the same as Daoist Duan De; there was no real difference.
