Han Xiao's figure solidified ten steps away, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.
"How did you..."
"I guessed."
Gu Sheng's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Shen Qingyun, that waste, dares not come himself and sends a dog to die instead?"
"Courting death!"
Han Xiao was furious, and his figure vanished once again.
This time, Gu Sheng did not move.
He closed his eyes, and transparent ripples seemed to surge at the center of his brow.
Suddenly, he blocked backwards with his Qi Sword.
A crisp "clang" sounded, the white True Qi Sword was stopped.
But almost simultaneously, the black Spiritual Power Sword pierced through the Qi Sword's defense, straight at the back of Gu Sheng's head!
"Ah!"
Some female disciples screamed out from the sidelines.
At the critical moment, Gu Sheng tilted his head slightly, the black sword edge grazing his temple.
