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The black-robed expert finally recovered a little strength. Gritting his teeth, he scrambled awkwardly to his feet and cupped his fist toward Li Chen. "Today, I, Mu Wanshi, was outmatched. Should my cultivation bear fruit someday, I will certainly seek your instruction again."

After speaking, Mu Wanshi unconsciously raised his chin and cast a sideways glance at Jun Wuhui, who was still lying on the ground.

See that? We both took a palm strike, but I got up before you!

Sensing Mu Wanshi's boastful gaze, Jun Wuhui gave a cold snort, then struggled to his feet as well. He cupped his hands toward Li Chen. "I am Jun Wuhui. When we meet again someday, please do not begrudge me your instruction."

The two exchanged a glance after he finished speaking, then each gave a cold snort as though sulking and turned to leave.

With Li Chen present, they clearly could not continue their contest to determine who was superior.

Besides, a single move from Li Chen had left both of them utterly defenseless. All they could think about now was how to improve enough to overcome this insurmountable mountain. How could they have any desire to linger?

As they stepped forward, an overwhelmingly powerful pressure swept toward them, sending their hair and beards flying. An indescribable oppression rose in their hearts, like a bone lodged in their throats, and their raised feet involuntarily froze in midair.

Turning to look, they saw white robes billowing without wind. Amid flying hair and beard, the spiritual energy drifting through the world turned into pinpoints of starlight that enveloped him, making his entire figure seem hazy and mysterious, like an immortal sovereign descending from beyond this realm.

Although they, too, were in the Saint Realm, shock and disbelief still filled their eyes.

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