Though the Man in Black revealed not the slightest emotion, after all, he had fought that bizarre Bald Monk of unknown origin for dozens of days. It was impossible for him to have suffered no depletion whatsoever.
Faced with the impact of this surging sword intent, the sinister, somewhat aged face beneath the black robes frowned slightly, and his advancing steps came to a halt.
"Fellow Daoist... sigh!"
"Amitabha! We must make haste. We cannot let Fellow Daoist's sacrifice be in vain!"
Looking at the retreating back of the Secret Treasure Pavilion elder, Zen Master Shanfa and the other two were all stricken with grief.
Unable to bear it in their hearts, and even less willing to betray the opportunity the other had won at the cost of his life.
With soft sighs, the three moved again, transforming into streaks of light as they rushed toward White Cloud Mountain, intending to seize the chance to take Su Shi'er and his group away.
But just as the three reached the summit of White Cloud Mountain and prepared to take Su Shi'er's group away.
"Hmph! Old man, if you had used this life-risking move in your prime, this Venerable One might have thought a little more highly of you. But now..."
A chilling voice came from behind them.
When they turned around, they saw an even more shocking scene.
Facing the Phantom Star Sect Secret Treasure Pavilion elder's life-risking attack, the Man in Black waved a hand. His palm gathered spiritual energy from all directions, which surged out like a rushing river.
In the blink of an eye, the moves had passed.
The unstoppable sword strike could advance no farther once it reached three inches before the Man in Black. It swiftly shattered and disintegrated instead.
"In the end... I was still