Monk Zhi Shan showed no hint of mercy as his robes fluttered yet again as he leaped towards Chu Li's side and slammed his palm into Chu Li.
Chu Li noticed that there was a pitch-black image of the moon chakram on Zhi Shan's hand, and it was as if the chakram itself had been shrunken and seared into his palm. At times, a faint glow could be seen emanating from it.
Chu Li unleashed an energy blade.
"Woosh!" The energy blade let out a thundering shriek and its speed was unparalleled.
Chu Li had unleashed the blade using the palm energy he had converted from Monk Zhi Shan. It was the perfect harmony between ferocity and tenderness, giving it an astounding amount of force and causing it to unleash an odd howl.
A silvery-white chakram intercepted the blade.
"Ding…" A clear chime resonated.
Everyone's heart had calmed down. Once again, their killing intent had diminished. There were even those who wanted to just drop their weapons and leave.