Swish~
A bright light shone the moment he opened his eyes, and an overwhelming aura gushed forth from him.
The excess fluctuations of power from the saint's inheritance were too mighty, causing Ji Han and the others to not dare to speak out for fear of offending Sun Mo.
Boom!
As the three rows of words transformed into motes of light and dissipated, the originally thick and sturdy wall also shattered into powder before dispersing in the wind.
"It's gone, the saint's inheritance has disappeared!"
Ji Han stared blankly at the walls. He then lifted his right hand and gave himself a harsh slap on his right cheek.
Pak!
Ji Han truly felt so much regret that he wanted to die.
(Why did I have to try and establish my might over Sun Mo? This is like giving away the daughter I've raised with care through the years and allowing others to trample over her.)
"Haha, Teacher Ji, my condolences!"
Pang Tong mocked.
