Purple Firmament Saint's Fury

This exchange of divine sense had taken only an instant. Zhang Shuai hesitated no longer. His foot suddenly exerted force, cracking the incomparably hard ground beneath him. Like an arrow loosed from a fully drawn bow, he relied solely on the terrifying explosive power of his physical body, turning into a fleeting blur too swift for the naked eye to follow as he shot toward the entrance of the venue! He was so fast that he tore a piercing sonic boom through the air, crossing several hundred zhang as though teleporting!

"Trying to flee, brat?!" Though Purple Firmament Saint was confronting Yunya, his Divine Sense had remained locked onto Zhang Shuai.

Seeing Zhang Shuai attempt to escape, he snorted coldly and flashed like a ghost. Though his saintly body was also affected by the formation and he dared not use true essence or mana, his command of the rules far surpassed that of ordinary people. With one step, he seemed to Shrink Earth to Inches, launching later yet arriving first. His five fingers curled into claws, wreathed in destructive violet qi as they clawed at Zhang Shuai's back!

"Please calm your anger, Martial Uncle!"

At that critical moment, Yunya moved! As though he had anticipated it all along, he drifted and shifted like flowing clouds, placing himself with perfect precision directly in Purple Firmament Saint's path. Spreading his arms, he did not employ any great divine ability, yet Dao rhythms naturally circulated around him and formed a flexible barrier. He said in a low voice, "Please give your nephew some face!"

"Get out of my way! Yunya, do not test my patience!" Purple Firmament Saint was utterly enraged by Yunya's repeated obstruction. Rather than retracting his claw strike, he intensified it, intending to sweep Yunya aside along with Zhang Shuai!