"And who might you be?"
This brief question struck Gu Shuheng's ears like thunder from a clear sky, especially when he saw the sword.
Is this… Is he going to kill me?
HUMMM!
At that thought alone, the young master of the Biluo Sword Valley felt a deathly chill wash over him. His throat bobbed several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
SHING!
As the sword flashed, Gu Shuheng felt a sudden coldness on his spine, and a dazzling light exploded before his eyes.
It became the only color in his vision.
Sheathing the Ancestral Sword, Chen Yang turned around with one hand clasped behind his back. Beside the great river, a strong wind roared like a drum, whipping his clothes about with a sharp rustle. His bearing was peerless.
BOOM!
Though he immediately clapped his hands to his neck, Gu Shuheng still staggered several steps as blood spurted wildly. Then, he pitched forward onto the ground, his body convulsing before his breathing ceased.
"This…"
