Shi Chun watched Wu Jinliang intently, then glanced at his own palm. While others might not realize the significance of Wu Jinliang's strike, he understood instantly.
If even Wu Jinliang's rudimentary Demon Dispel Hand could shatter Yan Zhili's concentrated Dharma King, then it was certainly no problem for him.
With this realization, his confidence soared.
He placed his lowered palm gently on Hao Ji's face, closing those staring eyes, and in one swift motion stored him into his Storage Space.
The injured Chen Wuji and others felt waves of emotion, witnessing the current Mingshan Sect members each capable of directly confronting someone like Yan Zhili, something unimaginable in earlier years—even now, it feels hard to believe.
In their memories, the Master had always led them in hiding and evading, eventually ending up imprisoned himself.
The scene before them was astonishing, like Mingshan Sect finally emerging into prominence.
