Zi Ji was incredibly strong. Although there was no indication of her realm through fluctuations, the combat power she unleashed was astonishing.
Not only that, but Zi Ji's Sword Dao was even more enigmatic. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation, only a current of air.
Overhead, the air currents were thick with killing intention as they sliced towards Gu Luo.
Gu Luo's eyes bulged in anger.
What was amiss? What killing intent? If you want to target Gu Mang, then just do it! Why attack me?
Smoke seemed to billow from his seven orifices, his face an ashen hue.
But by now, it was too late for questions. The sky full of sword lights had already descended upon him. He unleashed his skill, but it was to no avail—the power of his skill could not withstand the assault and crumbled instantaneously.
He then summoned his Destiny God Weapon, an ancient cauldron bearing the mark of a dragon.
