"Purple Robe Scripture King!"
Zhu Wushi paused his steps, his expression solemn as he stared at the Purple Robe Scripture King, his dragon-like eyes narrowing with a dangerous curve, ready to move to evade this person.
Yet the Purple Robe Scripture King snorted coldly, stepping forward to adopt a stance, his twin claws looming over Zhu Wushi, twin streams of scarlet Qi Force immediately condensing in his palms, the air currents nearby instantly strengthening along with his hands, forming a rotating convection, the pressure escalating suddenly.
Returning Blood Hand!
Evidently, the martial arts of the Purple Robe Scripture King had surpassed his past level.
Zhu Wushi's expression grew more serious, feeling the pressure from the opponent's aura as if it were tangible, lingering persistently, making him feel as if he were dueling countless invisible enemies in the surrounding air, barely able to advance.
