Gu Sheng clenched the longsword in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
True Qi surged within him like rushing rivers, but he dared not be careless. Facing such an opponent, the slightest misstep could lead to eternal doom.
"Enough talk, let's fight!"
Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingyun's figure abruptly vanished.
Gu Sheng's pupils contracted, instinctively dodging to the side, but still felt a chill on his left shoulder—his robe had already been cut open by the blade, fine Blood Pearls seeping from the skin.
"Good reaction, but still too slow."
Shen Qingyun's voice came from behind, teasing like a cat playing with a mouse.
Gu Sheng suddenly turned around, sweeping the longsword, but only cut through a fleeting shadow.
Shen Qingyun's movement technique was unbelievably fast, even with his cultivation suppressed, a Heavenly Martial Realm expert's combat instinct far surpassed that of ordinary people.
"Gale Seven Kills Sword!"
