"Who are you?"
"I'm your grandpa!"
With that, he punched toward the corner of Master Shen Jue's mouth, sending him hurtling thousands of feet away.
As Shen Jue flew, he seemed to hit an invisible barrier and was bounced back. He stood up in the void, panic etched on his face.
Shen Jue reached out and touched the space barrier behind him in disbelief, then looked at the Lord of Zhenhai Palace in shock. "Space cage!"
"Tsk, tsk—you do have some sense," the Lord of Zhenhai Palace remarked as he strode forward.
Though they were thousands of feet apart, he took only three steps and appeared before Master Shen Jue. "It seems the immortal inheritance you acquired is indeed remarkable."
Shen Jue snorted coldly. "Do you know what I despise most about your Qianyuan Sword Sect?"
"Which part?"
"You all act so arrogantly—it's disgusting! We are all cultivators; who is truly nobler?"