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A cold shout echoed through the valley, and a purple lightning bolt split the sky, tearing the clouds apart as it shot down towards Xiao Shouqing and Zhu Xian Mountain.
Boom!
The lightning struck from above, yet Zhu Xian Mountain did not draw his sword. Instead, he patted his horse's rear, turning around to face the five approaching Gu Ping.
Hmph!
With a cold snort, he dispersed the thunderclouds above him. Such dominance even made Ye You frown slightly.
Before Zhu Xian Mountain could react to Gu Ping's movements, a figure in a purple robe appeared before him—Middleman.
I knew why he was here; if I handed over my Bloodfire, we would naturally avoid conflict.
Oh, he probably thought Jie Donglai was the one in trouble, but that was a mistake.
Zhu Xian Mountain held tightly onto the sword wrapped in cloth in his arms, never truly regarding those before him. His arrogance was such that even the deities of Tian Zai would not dare to match it.
That demeanor was truly disgusting, always reminding one of that rampant fellow. Leng Gucun felt a flicker of anger and slowly clenched his fists.
That demeanor? Who had I seen that resembled it? Ying Wuyi surprisingly shared some agreement with Leng Gucun and decided to ask.
Chongming Guang, the one of light.
Gu Ping thought to himself, remaining composed. During the battle with the Light Canon, Chongming Guang had single-handedly fought against Hong Yulong, Mu Qinglong, Lu Chen Zhou, Wei Wuyou, and Kong Wei, who were all formidable talents. Although he had nearly been killed at first, he was saved by the Great Master. Such strength was something even Gu Ping of Ru Ming did not believe he could achieve. It was not merely because of the overwhelming aura of Chongming Guang; even if he stood before Gu Ping, Gu Ping would not dare to claim victory. Moreover, five or six years had passed—who could remain stagnant during that time?
Cold Friend wondered how Chongming Guang compared to Ye Youluo.
Ye You was somewhat surprised. Who exactly was Chongming Guang that Gu Ping would compare him to her? "I don't deny it," she said confidently. "Is there really anyone in Tiandong who can be compared to me?"
If it were purely a comparison of strength, they might be evenly matched within the same realm. However, in the grand scheme of things, Chongming Guang was merely a martial artist. No matter how skilled he was, he could not be compared to Ye Youluo, who had masterminded the Nine Nether Invasion plan in Tiandong City.
To put it nicely, he was just a martial artist; to put it bluntly, his intelligence seemed lacking. How could such a person be compared to herself? With that thought, Ye You shot Gu Ping a fierce glare.
Even so, it was enough to make one feel uneasy. Although she had never seen him, if Leng Brother's words were to be believed, the person before them was certainly not someone to be easily bullied.
It was as if saying nothing at all. The matter at Zhu Xian Mountain had turned into a chaotic battle with those who sought to rob them. The power they unleashed clearly manifested the realm of Divine Presence. More terrifying was that the flying sword from Zhu Xian Mountain had never been drawn from its sheath; the cloth wrapping around Bu Luo's sword had already fallen away, revealing the sheath that contained the treasured sword.
The deep red gem resembled seven stars converging together, embedded in the hilt of the sword. The points of light seemed to flicker in and out as the cloth fell away. Even before the sword was drawn, it exuded an overwhelming bloodthirsty aura that filled the air with a faint red glow wherever Zhu Xian Mountain lingered.
That sheath likely contained special seals to lock away the murderous intent of that blade. The overflowing starlight hinted at celestial formations designed to prevent its killing aura from leaking out. The seven gems provided bloodthirsty energy for the treasured sword; once drawn, it would surely demand bloodshed. This was a significant weapon—best not to entangle oneself with it for fear of harm.
Did I know his origins?
Without Ye You's analysis, they would have struggled to discern the secrets of that sword—a weapon nourished by blood energy that sought bloodshed upon being drawn and far from an ordinary weapon that could withstand such force. The longer one engaged with it, the more restless one would become under its bloodthirsty influence. Coco felt herself becoming tainted by this aura, losing her sanity; once entangled with it, escape would be nearly impossible.
Killings and slaughters at Zhu Xian Mountain.
Ye You spoke slowly, his demeanor calm and composed on the surface. However, he was well aware that Coco was someone to be reckoned with, at least on the level of Sima Wuduan. The power of Zhu Xian Mountain was certainly formidable.
Gu Ping scrutinized Zhu Xian Mountain closely when suddenly, amidst a clap of thunder, a figure appeared. This person had bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair, descending from the sky alongside the thunder to launch an assault on Zhu Xian Mountain.
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