Shen Zhui moved through the flying purple dragon flags like a swimming fish, constantly moving forward.
These members of the sectarian world, each one cunning as a fox, made Shen Zhui reluctant to believe a single word from his enemies.
Seeing Shen Zhui charging ahead with a ferocious momentum, the chubby young man hastily waved his hands, "What do you mean by again...hey, stop hitting—"
"Swish!" A blade light pierced through the purple dragon flags and swung down towards the chubby youth's head.
Caught unprepared, the chubby youth was remarkably calm. His whole body leaped down from the platform, struck out lightning-fast like a deadly panther, a punch sending forth a fierce tiger illusion. Before Shen Zhui could follow up, he swiftly stepped onto a purple dragon flag, springing backwards.
The entire action was fluid and swift. His smooth escape demonstrated the chubby youth's immense abilities.