As the translucent palm materialized around him, Zu An found it hard to breathe. Even the air around him was being crushed.

“The hell? Are you the bloody buddha or something?!” He cursed. He didn’t want to suffer the same fate as the Monkey King.

He didn’t dare hold back. He immediately used Grandgale to teleport into the air.

There were no other openings. That was the only place he could slip out. 

Just as he was about to fall, he used Grandgale again, pushing himself several zhang higher.

Liu Yao’s eyes widened. According to his intelligence, Zu An was supposed to be around the fourth rank. To be honest, he couldn’t care less if this kid was at the third, fourth, or fifth rank. After all, none of that mattered much for someone like him.

How could he have predicted that this kid could fly into the sky?

Was he somehow at the ninth rank?

Even though this was utterly...