Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Leader in a Black Robe: ”???”

What the hell! What do you mean?

What do you mean by having trouble with electricity?

My servant is a dignified underworld boss in Florida, how could he lack some electricity?

We are all about creating a certain atmosphere, don’t you get it?

What are we doing right now?

We are using ancient Demonic Dao methods to perform black magic, can this be done out in the open under the bright sun?

Doesn’t it need to be a bit hidden?

Lu Wenwu’s words left the leader in the black robe emotionally disjointed, he was momentarily stunned.

”No, have you really become so poor? Why won’t you even turn on a light?” Lu Wenwu raised an eyebrow, signaling to Mao Mao to do something.

Mao Mao immediately took out a spotlight with tremendous lumens from the Spirit Heaven Cave Heaven and adjusted the power to the maximum with a swish.

”Ah!!!”

”Damn it! My eyes! My eyes!”

”Despicable Easterners!”

”Help me, I can’t see!”

”...”

In an instant, the originally oppressive and solemn ritual room was filled with ghostly wails and howls.

The black-robed men, with average cultivation, had long adapted to the extremely dim, blood-vessel-illuminated visual environment after staying in the dark for so long.

Here, Mao Mao abruptly lit up a strong military spotlight within this not-so-large space, blinding the black-robed men by surprise.

One by one, they rolled on the ground covering their reddened, tear-filled eyes, and the originally eerie atmosphere disappeared under the spotlight’s effect.

Only those few still faintly visible blood magic arrays looked somewhat sinister.

The leader of the black-robed men, who reacted quickest and shielded against the spotlight, was dumbfounded.

Is this for real???

Do all you Eastern cultivators have no virtue?

As a Black Mage, I was ready for a real battle with blades and swords, and here you are throwing flashbangs?

”Damn Eastern cultivators, this is the United States, not a place you should be,” the leader’s voice was suppressed with anger, ”Go back to your territory!”

”Mistaken, this is Florida, it should be you guys who leave!” Lu Wenwu flashed a big white grin, his expression playful, ”Stop pretending if you can’t make it, if you really can’t, grab a lighter and leave those who are not alive here!”

”Damn Easterners, what the hell are you saying!” the black-robed leader shouted in anger.

He was a genuine old relic, taken away by his master for cultivation as soon as he was born.

It wasn’t until he accidentally obtained the Great Celestial Venerable statue, killed his master to practice the Demonic Dao cultivation, and finally returned to the human realm to do whatever he pleased.

During this time, he never encountered the internet, let alone learned about abstract culture.

So... he couldn’t quite understand what Lu Wenwu’s translation of Chinese internet jokes into English meant.

He could only infer from the mocking tone that it wasn’t anything good, maybe some special slang or something.

If he wasn’t worried about losing the fight, the black-robed leader probably would have already flipped out.

The fact that the other party could break in so recklessly indicated they came prepared.

The peak of Human Rank might seem invincible in the human realm, but in the cultivator realm, it’s actually nothing, at best an inner sect disciple level of large sects.

He had already connected with the Great Celestial Venerable and had a bright future, potentially even reaching divinity.

If he could escape, he didn’t want a fight.

The black-robed leader, well versed in the art of stealth, began subtly gathering extremely concealed magic under his black robe.

The True Monarch of Destiny glanced at the black-robed men still rolling around.

With a cold snort, those black-robed men exploded into scattered flesh and blood, leaving no sound in the ritual room.

These weak evil cultivators died beyond dead, unable to withstand even a mild tremor of the Immortal Soul.

Even the black-robed leader, barely holding on, was bleeding from all seven orifices, his gaze somewhat dazed.

The intense soul disturbance combined with the magical backlash nearly sent him off.

Looking at the already powerless black-robed leader, the True Monarch of Destiny asked Lu Wenwu, ”Did you really have to babble so much in the barbaric language of the Westerners?”

”One should enjoy life to the fullest,” Lu Wenwu shrugged, ”Cultivation is lonely and annoying; when not cultivating, you need to find some fun, or else your mindset will be a problem.”

”So, what did you tell him?” The True Monarch of Destiny didn’t comment on his personal choice.

”Heh heh, not telling you.” Lu Wenwu revealed a wild sly smile, ”Why didn’t you learn some English? With your Immortal Consciousness, you could scan an English dictionary in no time.”

”Western barbarian stuff, I disdain to learn it.” The True Monarch of Destiny consistently looked down on Westerners, ”Even dealing with Western Gods, I communicate with the power of the Immortal Soul. Learn such barbarian languages? Hah, are they even worthy?”

”Alright, as you wish.”

Lu Wenwu shrugged, walked over, and picked up the half-dead leader in the black robe, with the other hand effortlessly lifting the massive Great Celestial Venerable statue from the ground.

The black-robed leader, struck by an ungraceful pose, nearly popped his eyes out, making gasping sounds in his throat.

What kind of monstrous strength is this!

To lift this statue single-handedly without using any mana, relying solely on physical strength!

In the next moment, a sensation of spinning heavens and earth came over, and the black-robed leader found himself on a mountain.