"Purple Zenith Lightning."
Shen Chen formed seals with both hands and shouted.
The next moment, a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a baby's arm appeared out of thin air in the void before him.
The purple lightning danced wildly through the void before him.
Sizzle...
Even space itself was torn apart by the lightning.
"Go."
With a gesture of both hands, Shen Chen sent the purple lightning hurtling toward the monster.
Yet the purple lightning he had placed such high hopes on was caught directly in the monster's hand.
The purple lightning struggled incessantly in the monster's grasp, crackling and popping without pause.
The next moment, the monster crushed the purple lightning with one hand.
Shen Chen's eyelids twitched at the sight.
This was far too ridiculous, wasn't it?
He was a contestant too. Among Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivators, his strength was among the very best.
That move just now was something no Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator would have dared to take head-on.
And now?
It had been crushed with one hand.
This was far too ridiculous, wasn't it?
It was absurd knocking on absurdity's door—absurd all the way home.
How was he supposed to fight this?
The next moment, the monster reached out and grabbed for Shen Chen's head.
Black qi billowed from its palm, and its terrifying pressure engulfed Shen Chen once again.
The surrounding cultivators wanted to save him, but they could not even get close.
At that moment, Shen Chen was trapped in a deadly situation.
"Roar."
Just as the monster's claw was about to descend, a sword suddenly appeared before Shen Chen.
"This is..."
Shen Chen froze slightly, staring blankly at the Long Sword before him.
Yet this single sword forcibly blocked the monster.
The claw of the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint