Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes, his right hand already quietly resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
That Martial Artist wore the Nine Heavens Divine Sect's iconic purple-gold robe, with nine auspicious clouds embroidered on his chest. His face was sinister and gloomy, and murderous intent blazed in his eyes.
"Retreat at once! Otherwise the Nine Heavens Divine Sect will make you live worse than death, and die without release!"
The Martial Artist barked harshly, his voice laced with a shockwave of True Qi that sent nearby gravel clattering down.
"Heh."
The Mirage King beside Gu Sheng let out a scornful cold laugh, his black robe billowing without wind as a surge of aura far more massive than the other party's erupted all at once.
"A mere Sect Realm dares act wild before this king?"
Before his voice finished echoing, the Mirage King's True Qi surged out like a raging tide, instantly shattering the pressure that Sect Realm Martial Artist had imposed.
