The martial artist departed, leaving everyone in silence.
A moment later, a light and shadow coalesced, forming a novice monk again.
Dao Xuankong!
Restored, he looked at the deserted battlefield and fell silent.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
After a moment of silence, the Buddhist chant began, and the monk withdrew, bringing this much-watched battle to a complete close.
"This…"
"Junior Brother Xuankong!"
The faces of the people at Dharma Martial Mansion changed in unison, and they hurriedly got up to leave, with the Observing Precepts Ascetic making the greatest movement.
The crowd, seeing this, suddenly woke from a dream, their glances intertwining as their thoughts churned.
"Dao Xuankong…"
"He was defeated after all!"
"How did he lose?"
"Could that sword and saber union really break the Indestructible Golden Core?"
