"Sharp-tongued! I'd like to see if you still dare to talk like that in a moment!" Zhao Ji lowered his eyes and curved the corners of his mouth. With a wave of the folding fan in his hand, it turned into a streak of light and lunged at Gu San.
Gu San's entire body surged with vital energy, transforming into a torrent formed by the power of heaven and earth. He had killed plenty of people from Tianmen Gate and the Rakshasa. Knowing them inside and out, he killed them as easily as butchering pigs and dogs.
Yet facing the Saint Son of the Yin-Yang Joy Sect, he still chose defense first.
Chapter 115