Picked the Wrong Fight
After the deep, resonant voice fell, a figure tore through the air and landed before them. He launched a Purple Sha Demonic Fist straight at Bi Fan, its momentum immense.
Bi Fan retreated with the force of the blow, his hands blurring as he swiftly drew on the Chaos Qi within him to form a defensive barrier. But he had only just managed to do that when those fists were already right before his eyes.
Just as his heart jolted with alarm, Uncle De struck out with one palm and knocked Liu Zhan's fist aside. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "You're unleashing the aura of a Chaos Elder here. Are you trying to destroy this space?"
Liu Zhan stood off to one side, his face dark as he regarded Uncle De. "Who are you? Why are you interfering in the affairs of my Purple Sha Demonic Sect?!"
If he hadn't known that this man's strength was on par with his own, he wouldn't have wasted a single word. He would have gone straight at him with his fists!
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is, what are you planning to do?" Uncle De asked calmly.
He pointed at Bi Fan from a distance and barked, "I want that brat to pay for his crimes in blood!"
"I'm afraid you won't get your wish," Uncle De said with a smile, his tone leisurely.
"So you intend to interfere to the very end?"
Liu Zhan narrowed his eyes at him. "You'd make an enemy of my Purple Sha Demonic Sect?! Do you even know who rules Heaven's Will Space?!"
Li Siter, who had been silent for a long while, smiled faintly. He glanced for no apparent reason toward the empty sky above, then said, "Who rules Heaven's