Before the two had recovered from their shock, Yuan Cong flipped his palm and pressed the false face back onto his own. Drawn tight by the adhesion of his dharma power, it swiftly stretched and clung to his face, restoring his previous features in the blink of an eye. This was an ability no mortal possessed.
Yuan Cong turned and fixed Wei Duo with his gaze, then suddenly jabbed several fingers through the air. The force tore through the air and struck Wei Duo, making him grunt as he staggered back two steps.
The sluggish dharma power within Wei Duo suddenly began circulating again. He lightly clenched his fists and looked at them, knowing that the seal on his dharma power had been lifted.
"Protect Mister. Keep an eye on those two!" Yuan Cong instructed before flashing away. His figure darted swiftly through the surrounding woods, seemingly searching for something.
Wei Duo looked around, his eyes tracking the flickering figure, and exclaimed, "What formidable strength!"
Jia Wuqun stepped forward and traced words across his chest with a finger, asking: How strong?
Wei Duo considered it briefly, confirmed what he meant, and replied, "Of all the cultivators I've seen make a move, none has been stronger than him. He really is incredibly strong!"
Jia Wuqun slowly turned back toward the two men gasping their last on the ground. His brows furrowed, and worry surfaced on his face.
He could not understand it. He did not know whether Yuan Cong had gone mad, daring to strike ruthlessly at people from Misty Pavilion. This had truly poked a hole in the sky. He had no idea what they were supposed to do afterward.
He dearly wanted to ask Shang Chaozong where he had found this lunatic. He even dared employ such a man—did