Bab 2411: Power Of A Con Artist?

"…!"

The purple-robed man came out of his reverie and clenched his teeth in humiliation, unable to believe that he had just retreated in the face of a rogue cultivator.

"Hmph! Paltry tricks. I don't know what kind of spatial talisman you used to teleport the attack somewhere else as I couldn't see through it, but I'll expose you all the same."

Davis almost lost his footing at that accusation. Just now, he had absorbed that heavenly spear into his body and quelled with his mighty body. Heck, the extinction lightning was completely obedient in front of his Tyrannical Heavenly Firestorm Physique.

Therefore, he thought that this purple-robed man would be the one who understood his prowess the most, but it was, instead, misunderstood to be something else, apparently having used a spatial talisman of some kind to transport away that attack.