The armor was covered in exquisite silver patterns, with some sharp barbs emerging at critical junctures, and with a "clank," two arm-thick crimson cylinders abruptly appeared on the shoulders—a suit of mechanized battle armor indeed.
Upon seeing this, the purple-haired man slightly narrowed his eyes.
"Pfft" "Pfft," two streaks of crimson light shot out from the cylinders, striking exactly on the shadow of the fists and causing all three to flicker out simultaneously.
"Boom," the purple fist shadow hit Peng Yue, probing him for a while.
"Hehe, the Tiangong Sect's creations are truly extraordinary! Very well, now the ones present are qualified to enter the secret realm, but once inside, it's every man for himself!"
The purple-haired man ceased his attack on Peng Yue, and with a sway returned to where he had been standing, chuckling as he reached to his waist to retrieve a piece enshrouded in golden light.
