Gu Shentong was dumbfounded.
His followers had disappeared?
Where had they gone?
He followed the great blood-mist dragon that had yet to fully disperse and looked into the distance:
The earth trembled, dust filled the air, and shattered stones exploded.
A moment later:
The dust settled.
He saw the follower he thought highly of: Liu Zheng lay on the ground, his limbs twitching.
Meanwhile, Ma Long stood there like a wooden post, staring blankly ahead.
Gu Shentong frowned.
What a savage attack.
It had only been a few short seconds, and Liu Zheng had already been dealt with?
This Chu Qing... was no simple man.
He loosened his muscles and prepared to go suppress Chu Qing.
"I'll let my followers know that Chu Qing may be formidable, but I'm even more formidable!"
However, the next moment, Chu Qing charged at the surviving Ma Long.
Only when Chu Qing rushed before him did Ma Long come back to his senses.
He threw back his head and roared, yanking out a long saber to fight Chu Qing.
The two of them fought until the earth split open and stones burst apart.
Gu Shentong smiled. "Ma Long cultivates the Dragon Slaying Saber."
"This Dragon Slaying Saber is terrifying. Even I find it somewhat troublesome to deal with."
"To defeat Ma Long, it would take at least fifty moves!"
Gu Shentong leaped down from his horse and strode calmly toward the battlefield.
"You all fall back. After fifty moves, I'll guide Ma Long and let him turn defeat into victory, suppressing this... fellow!"
The moment his words fell, Ma Long's saber exploded.
In an instant, dozens of phantom peacocks drilled into Ma Long's body.
Ma Long spat blood and fell backward.
Gu Shentong... was stunned!
How many moves had that been?
"At most twenty