Wiping Out the Violet Firmament Palace

Zhang Shuai did not truly go on a killing spree. With his current strength, if he went all out, under the thunderous wrath of a Primordial Saint, the entire Violet Firmament Palace would be left barren and lifeless within ten breaths.

But in his eyes, these panicked Quasi-Saints and Half-Saints were no different from walking heavenly treasures. Killing them so easily would be far too wasteful.

After all, refining them into Primordial Origin Mother Qi would be enough for Dragon Soaring Island to nurture a large number of Great Luo Golden Immortals!

"Form an array! Join forces and break this barrier!"

A Quasi-Saint in purple robes roared himself hoarse, organizing the remaining disciples to frantically attack the pitch-black curtain of light formed by the Nine Netherworld Prison-Suppressing Banner.

Yet how could a barrier formed by a chaos supreme treasure be so easily shaken? Even as hundreds and thousands of divine abilities and magical treasures bombarded it, the light curtain merely rippled in layers without moving in the slightest.

"Send a message! Hurry and ask the Saint for help!"

"No! Space has been completely sealed off. The transmission talismans can't get out at all!"

Desperate cries rose one after another.

Zhang Shuai remained utterly composed. Phantoms of the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers swirled in his palm as invisible beams shot forth. With every wave of his hand, nine cultivators rapidly shrank amid terrified screams, were drawn into his palm, and then casually tossed into the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron.

The number of Violet Firmament Palace disciples was visibly dwindling.

"Fight him to the death!"

Suddenly, a red-robed Quasi-Saint twisted his face into a savage expression. Spiritual power surged violently around him like boiling water. With a flash, he charged at Zhang Shuai, and a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation instantly spread