Leave It to Me

Xiao Heng's figure flashed abruptly. With a flick of the longsword in his hand, a streak of golden sword light burst forth and landed directly before Old Man Mu Gu, forcibly cutting off his path.

The golden sword light left a deep scar across space. Looking at the still-unhealed spatial rift, a bead of cold sweat slid down Old Man Mu Gu's forehead. Had he stopped any slower, that sword light would have left at least some marks on him.

"You're courting death...!" Old Man Mu Gu turned and glared furiously at Xiao Heng. Dou Qi surged forth, and several pitch-black chains shot out from the black mist toward Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng's figure flickered rapidly. Space seemed like the palm of his hand, as though he could manipulate it at will. In the blink of an eye, he had moved a hundred meters away, and all the black chains missed their target.

"What incredible speed...!" Qiu Ling could not help crying out when he saw Xiao Heng effortlessly evade Old Man Mu Gu's attack.

His sword finger swept across the blade. Xiao Heng suddenly moved, arriving less than ten meters before Old Man Mu Gu. As the longsword descended, Old Man Mu Gu felt waves of death wash over him.

The sword thrust straight toward Old Man Mu Gu's brow. He retreated at top speed, yet no matter how he withdrew, the sword remained aimed at his forehead, as though it would fall upon him completely the next instant.

Clang...!

With a crisp ring, a chain shot in from the side and knocked Xiao Heng's sword aside. Old Man Mu Gu seized the chance to swiftly widen the distance between them.

"This boy is troublesome. Attack together...!" The Soul Hall member who had just intervened flashed forward, charging at