Chen Ze's gaze suddenly sharpened, locking tightly onto the rapidly gathering purple thunderclouds in the sky like an eagle's.
A trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he could not help muttering to himself.
"I didn't expect him to have kept something up his sleeve. I truly underestimated him!"
"Xuantian Hall truly is no ordinary force!"
Along the way, he had clashed with the Hall Masters of Xuantian Hall's branch halls many times and knew full well that these people were far from weak.
Although these branch hall masters were only at the peak Spirit Severing Realm, the strength and hidden methods they displayed far surpassed those of ordinary peak Spirit Severing Realm experts.
Even Lin Bingchun, with his Body Integration Realm cultivation, did not dare let down his guard in the slightest when facing them, much less capture them easily.
It seemed that the strength of Xuantian Hall's mysterious Venerable Master was even more unfathomable, and he was likely not as easy to deal with as imagined.
While Chen Ze was considering this, Qing Li beside him had already sensed the danger of the purple thunderclouds.
His brows furrowed tightly as his hands formed seals at lightning speed, leaving afterimages, while his lips moved in an incessant chant.
In an instant, the power of the Law of Time surged forth like a mighty river.
It immediately transformed into dazzling silver Light Screens that whistled toward the wildly spinning purple thunderclouds.
However, Qing Li had only just gained an initial grasp of the Law of Time, and his power was still insufficient.
The purple thunderclouds seemed to possess endless power. Though they were briefly stalled by the Law of Time, they continued pressing down crazily upon everyone below.
Then, the thickest purple bolt of lightning, carrying a terrifying aura