Demonic Heretics, Battle at Mystic Spirit

The Mystic Spirit Mountain Range was lush and verdant, brimming with life.

The two flew through mid-air, crossing an immense distance in an instant.

Though the speed of the Great Grandmaster realm was far inferior to that of a Martial Dao Celestial, it was absolutely beyond comparison with that of an ordinary Grandmaster.

Sensing several auras in the distance, Chen Ping'an was considering how to warn Gu Qingchan when he heard her voice, clear as a jade spring.

"Ping'an, wait—"

Her voice was as sweet as ever, yet beneath its softness was a trace of stern chill.

"Senior Gu, what is it?" Chen Ping'an feigned ignorance.

"Someone is lying in ambush!" Gu Qingchan's starry eyes turned cold. Light blue True Essence surged, and an Ice Lotus Treasure Lamp had already appeared before her.

"What?" Chen Ping'an put on a startled expression as the Skyfall Cold Star Saber appeared in his hand.

He looked wary as he surveyed his surroundings, though his spirituality had already detected the figures hidden among the distant peaks.

One wore a blood-red robe and had a decayed face. Another had sparse hair and a hunched frame. Of the remaining two, one wore a long robe and held a treasure staff, while the other was built like a bull and held golden rings.

"It's him!" Chen Ping'an locked onto that familiar aura with his spirituality.

There were four people on the distant mountain peak, stationed in separate positions and forming a faint horned formation. Among them was someone Chen Ping'an considered an acquaintance.

Not only had they met face-to-face before, they had even exchanged blows.

Though he had used an alternate identity at the time, the other party might not recognize him in his true form.

"Fairy Gu truly is sharp-witted! You discovered us old fellows so