To most of the onlookers, Mulan Qingqing had forced Shi Chun into a dead end without moving an inch.
Yet before everyone inside and outside the mirror image could fully react, flickering saber light swept faintly through the chaos, instantly crushing the dozen Silverglow Figures like rotten wood and blasting them into clouds of silver mist.
The force swept up by the saber light gradually scattered the turbulent mist as well, revealing a figure amid the rolling confusion.
All twelve Silverglow Assassins seemed to have disintegrated in an instant, leaving only Shi Chun standing unharmed in the same spot, his saber held at an angle.
"Elder."
The two Suyuan Sect disciples turned toward Ji Qinghe in unison. One practically cried out, wanting to know what had happened and why Shi Chun could still be standing there without a scratch.
Ji Qinghe's expression was exceedingly grave.
Those in the Tournament Grounds who cared about Shi Chun secretly breathed sighs of relief.
Wei Mo, the Regional Lord of Life Continent, suddenly brightened, then rubbed his mouth several times.
He was hardly inexperienced. Naturally, he knew how formidable that move of the Suyuan Sect was. That fellow from Mount Wukang had actually withstood it?
The three members of the Miao Household exchanged bewildered looks.
Young Master Nan blinked and blinked.
Hidden beneath the cloak, Feng Chi clenched a fist hard, excitement filling both eyes and face.
The three leading figures of Mount Wukang looked utterly stunned.
Guan Yingjie, who was watching on-site, was even more horrified. Of course he knew how powerful his senior sister's killing move was. Within her cultivation realm, she had never met a match; almost everyone had died to that single move. Yet the sight of Wang Sheng standing unharmed before him truly shocked him. He desperately wanted to