The void outside Huoyun Cave seemed to freeze completely in the grip of that hand.
The Primordial Violet Qi that had driven countless mighty beings mad and brought even Quasi-Saints to their knees now looked like a boneless purple snake, writhing futilely between Taiyuan's fingers.
Every time it tried to unleash the Heavenly Dao's pressure, the faint azure glow that rose from his hand—an aura of Chaos from a higher dimension—forcefully pressed it back down.
"So this is... grabbing violet qi barehanded?"
The Earth Book in Zhen Yuanzi's hand clattered to the ground.
He had lived through countless eras and considered himself well-traveled.
He had seen people fight over violet qi, beg for violet qi, and even kill their wives to prove their Dao for violet qi.
But he had never seen anyone pinch violet qi by the neck as though it were something filthy.
The greedy light in Kunpeng's sinister eyes had not yet faded when it was replaced by a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
That figure. That aura.
They were far too familiar.
Back in the Chaos Gale Layer, this was the man who had been inside that ridiculously luxurious car when it sent him flying billions of miles, nearly causing him to miss the lecture at Purple Sky Palace.
"Tai... Taiyuan?"
Kunpeng instinctively took half a step back, and even his Kun Peng True Form shrank in on itself.
Taiyuan paid no attention to the looks of utter disbelief around him.
He lowered his head and looked at the violet qi in his hand. He could feel that the will of the Heavenly Dao within it had not weakened at all. Instead, it had grown more violent, stubbornly insisting, "I'm going to burrow inside!"
Talk about forcing a sale.
"Fellow Daoist Hongyun."