In a short time, Purple Palm Fate defeated fifteen ancient formidable warriors in succession, displaying an invincible stance, leaving all who witnessed it astonished.
At this moment, his three thousand white hairs danced wildly without wind, like eternal frost and snow surging; the Fortune Light surrounding him shone like brilliant galaxies, suppressing the fortunes of all cultivators in the vicinity into gloom; where his Karma Eye focused, all beings were ensnared in lines of death, granting life or death with a single thought!
This person's strength undoubtedly exceeds the realm of the Immortal Emperor! Unless a Quasi-Saint arises, who can compete!
Seeing this, many powerful figures from the Zi Clan secretly sent messages, requesting the closed-door meditating Quasi-Saint ancestors to come to their aid.
Purple Palm Fate seemed unaware of this matter, or perhaps waiting for the Zi Clan's Quasi-Saints was already part of his plan.
