At this moment, time seemed to have congealed. Huang Wushen extended a finger, and the golden point of light before it and the blue point of light shooting toward him flashed once and vanished without a sound.
Yet all the cultivators present suddenly saw a red figure appear first in the distant sky.
Because it was too far away, almost none of the cultivators could make out the red figure's features. They could only see that it staggered somewhat upon appearing. Even so, the speed at which it transformed into light and fled through the air in an instant seemed scarcely slower than Kuang Wuxin's frantic escape earlier.
At the same time, a purple figure appeared in the sky not far from Young Master Chun.
As it was relatively closer, many cultivators could at least discern the purple figure's rough outline. He was a man in a purple robe. Beneath his feet, dim blue radiance flickered in waves, like a hexagonal disk of blue jade that continually expanded and contracted, lending his entire person an air of cold, solemn majesty.
The instant he appeared, this man exuding an indescribably grim and solemn aura seemed to cast Huang Wushen a cold glance.
No one knew what that glance meant, but at least in that instant, Huang Wushen no longer felt like a god.
Someone stood on equal footing with him and looked at him with such eyes... After that cold glance at Huang Wushen, icy blue light surged from beneath the purple-robed man's feet, enveloping both himself and Young Master Chun. With one flash, they became a point of light before everyone's eyes. With another flash, every cultivator present could no longer see them.
By the time the purple-robed man and Young Master Chun had completely vanished from everyone's sight, Huang