The Sweeping Monk staggered forward several dozen steps before finally sitting down beneath a large tree. His white beard was stained with blood. That punch had clearly been unimaginably domineering, leaving him severely wounded.
That man did not continue the pursuit. Across the world, no one could survive a full-force strike to the back of the heart. A desperate enemy should not be pursued; the Sweeping Monk was, after all, a Grandmaster. He might possess some secret technique, and being dragged down with him would hardly be worth it.
"Grandmaster!" Even though Huang Shang and the others said nothing, everyone else present reached the same conclusion. Whether in movement technique or martial arts, this newcomer was clearly far superior to Island Master Mu.
Huang Shang and the other two exchanged glances. The Sweeping Monk had just seized the perfect opportunity to severely wound them in one stroke, only to be ambushed and badly injured himself moments later. It was truly sigh-inducing.
"Wh... why!" Island Master Mu had taken a palm strike from the Sweeping Monk earlier, and the life force within him had already been extinguished. However, the Sweeping Monk had not been at his peak then, leaving him with one last breath.
The person he questioned was not the Sweeping Monk, but the man who had emerged afterward.
That man had kept his back to everyone until now. Only then did they clearly see his face: two drooping mustaches and a long beard beneath his chin. Who else could it be but Jia Sidao?
"He's actually a Grandmaster?" Zhao Gou recognized him and was momentarily unable to believe it.
Huang Shang also frowned. "He must know some unique martial art that conceals one's aura." Jia Sidao often entered the palace before, and Huang Shang could tell that his martial