The five-colored divine light enveloped the thunder filled with destruction and vitality layer by layer.
With a snap of Zhong Heng's fingers, the five-colored divine light dissipated, transforming into several peacocks that landed on Zhong Heng's black robe, becoming five-colored peacock patterns.
Master Purple Cloud spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly stood up.
"Who dares act recklessly in the Purple Cloud Divine Palace!"
"Everyone, stand down!"
Disciples and formidable figures arrived, only to be waved away by Master Purple Cloud.
Master Purple Cloud gave a bitter smile, looking at Zhong Heng with a hint of reverence in his gaze.
"Brother Zhong, worthy of being an Immortal Sect Elder."
"May I ask how many cultivators like Brother Zhong are there in Jiuzhou?"
Zhong Heng shook his head and said, "I'm just a newly ascended Divinity Transformation. There are many stronger than me."
A trace of shock appeared in Master Purple Cloud's eyes.
