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A spectral peacock shadow stood behind Liang Hui, disintegrating into fragments of horsetail whisk.
Liang Hui's arms drew slightly back, his fist-edge shifting through five colors as he reached forward.
It wasn't fast, but as it moved, everything began disappearing—horsetail whisk, Spiritual Energy, even space-time was obliterated.
In the old Daoist's startled eyes, that palm radiating a five-colored magnificent light brushed past his body.
The sky-covering horsetail whisk dispersed, the spanning miles of Spiritual Energy collapsed, and all traces of the old Daoist vanished.
Only Liang Hui still stood in the sky, as if he hadn't moved at all.
"Teacher...."
Marquis of Myriad Refinements exclaimed, yet his voice was so hoarse and low that only he could hear it.
His face turned pale, his body involuntarily trembling slightly.
One move!
