"Little thief, it was your master who killed my little disciple back then, wasn't it?" The withered and frail bald elder stared at Gu San like a venomous snake, his Golden Core aura suppressing the entire scene!
"It was me. So what?" Gu San collapsed on the ground, his body aching all over, his Consciousness Sea dry, his true qi exhausted, and his whole body stained red with blood as his breath hung by a thread.
Luo Hong's sword strike had truly been savage, containing a hint of the true intent of death and desolation. Faced with that inescapable sword strike, Gu San had forcefully triggered the space in front of him to shatter, neutralizing the blow while also bearing the terrifying impact of the spatial fracture.
Chapter 117