The crowd was shocked.
Kuroki's expression grew even darker, never expecting that Gandhi, once inferior to him, would possess such immense power. The strength displayed in that last move obviously surpassed his own. Kuroki took a deep breath, knowing that even if he used his signature skills, he likely couldn't defeat Gandhi's Thousand Drooping Hands.
"Is he dead?" Gandhi stood midair, searching around for Guo Yi's trace.
"The man has vanished!" Kuroki chuckled and said, "Master Gandhi, I never imagined that in ten years, your strength would have grown so much!"
"Indeed!" Gandhi nodded and said, "The heavens have blessed me, allowing me to advance further on the Martial Dao. This power today is the result of my ten years of seclusion in Bitter Cliff, during which I comprehended a set of Divine Skills—the very Thousand Drooping Hands I just used. With this power, I can move mountains and seas, destroy the heavens and the earth!"
Hiss...
