A thunderous boom rang out. The purple glow before the purple-robed man shattered, blasted apart and vanished into thin air. Mu Ye's golden fist didn't slow in the slightest. It slammed into the man's face and sent him crashing downward.
"You were putting on airs for this seat? Who gave you the nerve?"
"Pull that again, and I'll send you flying root and all!"
Mu Ye watched the purple-robed man tumble through the air, his eyes dazed with pain, and spoke in a low voice.
Then, as though he'd thought of something, Mu Ye shook the sack in his hand. Seeds of all kinds flew out and fell toward the purple-robed man.
"Pick up the seeds! Pick them up!"
Mu Ye barked at the still-dazed man, jolting him back to his senses. The purple-robed man hurriedly gathered the seeds.
"Remember to plant these spirit herbs. This seat will be back for another visit."
With that, Mu Ye turned into a streak of light and shot toward the mountain wall opposite the way he'd entered. When he threw a punch at the intact wall, a huge hole appeared. Inside was a deep tunnel that had somehow already been dug.
Once Mu Ye dashed inside, he sent a surge of powerful Soul Power through his body and repeatedly punched the tunnel walls behind him. The sturdy passage promptly collapsed in sections, while his figure gradually disappeared.
He'd made thorough preparations before coming, digging two tunnels: one to enter and the other to retreat in the opposite direction.
The escape tunnel hadn't been built along the ground outside the valley. Instead, it ran directly through the valley wall, allowing him to avoid pursuit by the Tang Sect outside the valley above and make a safe getaway.
"Bastard! What does that guy take me