SHIIING!
Xing Rongzi's inky-black Longsword was instantly unsheathed from his waist, unleashing a Sword Aura. At the same time, he shot backward, putting distance between himself and Chen Ping'an.
'When?'
A chill ran down Xing Rongzi's spine, his mind reeling in shock!
Mang Blade!
'Didn't he go after Gu Wu? How did he get here!?'
'And what about Gu Wu?'
As Xing Rongzi retreated explosively, all sorts of thoughts flooded his mind.
Suddenly, he saw the Cold Iron Long Spear on Chen Ping'an's back. His pupils contracted, and a look of utter disbelief crossed his face.
The Cold Iron Long Spear! That's Gu Wu's weapon!
A terrifying, suffocating suspicion instantly surfaced in his mind.
Gu Wu, the Soul-Breaking Spear... was dead?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
