Without hesitation, confusion, sadness, or even any emotions, for that matter, Monk Wuzhi dropped that palm. He did not know the final outcome, whether Zhang Yucheng would be saved, as it was common in their early confrontations once he had the advantage.
Boom!
With slight surprise, Monk Wuzhi watched as Zhang Yucheng's body exploded into billions of pieces, his soul and Dao disappearing. He looked at the falling blood with a daze, waiting for something to occur.
But nothing did.
For a moment, he wondered if he was wrong. Maybe, he could not sense anything. After all, the difference between himself and Zhang Yucheng's master was so vast that it was normal if he could not detect or even understand if he took action.
However, Monk Wuzhi quickly denied this possibility. The other times' Zhang Yucheng was saved, he sensed something. He knew it was because Supreme Unity was not being discreet. Nevertheless, he was aware.
