High above, the shadows of Ziming Fei's fists rained down ceaselessly, stirring a wild tempest in the void. Meanwhile, Qin Ya was like a ghostly charm walking through the storm—unpredictable, elusive, and appearing utterly composed.
'Damn it, his speed...'
'That bastard.'
The longer Ziming Fei fought, the more shocked he became. His King's True Intent, which enveloped the heavens and earth, seemed to have no effect on Qin Ya whatsoever, unable to suppress him in the slightest.
'Is such a monster really just a Celestial Human?'
He suddenly stopped his assault, taking a deep breath. The True Essence throughout his body began to roil like scalding water as waves of a purple halo emanated from him.
"Mysterious Technique: Purple Rainbow!"
