"Do you think you can just leave after bullying my disciple?"
Lin Feng gazed at the Mount Shu Elders calmly.
The short and fat Elder sneered, "You still don't want to let us go in peace? Mount Shu has ten million sword cultivators, each with one sword. You'll be minced to scraps."
Lin Feng was not angered by that comment and smiled instead. He extended his right hand and spread his fingers wide.
Surging purple clouds jetted out abruptly from Lin Feng's right palm and blanketed the four Mount Shu cultivators.
"What insolence!" The Mount Shu cultivators bellowed and drew their swords to destroy Lin Feng's cloud formation.
But the purple clouds cordoned off an independent area of space, isolating them from the real world.
After a flurry of chaos, The Mount Shu cultivators watched, aghast, as the sky above them, the clouds, the ground beneath their feet, the flowing rivers, all turned purple. It was as if they had been transported into another world.
