After the discussion, Gu Mu still hovered in mid-air at the tea ceremony, his clothes in tatters and a simple, naive expression on his face. But at this moment, no one dared to underestimate him.
"Does anyone else want to spar with me?"
While rubbing the back of his head, Gu Mu's gaze swept past Zhang Feiyan and Zhang Xiaoyu, landing on Chu Ming with a provoking intent in his eyes.
Chu Ming did not move, not because he lacked confidence, but because he had already gained significant attention from the consecutive battles he had just fought.
Poof!
At that moment, a black figure shot out from not far beside Chu Ming, the force of the pure Sword Intent tearing through the sky, as if to split the entire firmament in half.
"I'll come and meet you!"
Fang Zhou hovered in mid-air, holding a black longsword in his right hand, with three feet of Sword Qi swirling around it. The Sword Intent from his body gathered, reaching the heavens, with Flowing Cloud surging incessantly in the sky.
