Gu Yue Qianfang cried out sharply, while lightning flashed in mid-air, showing not the slightest sign of stopping.
The long saber split the air, like thunder, bearing down to suppress and kill.
Gu Yueyan was like a paper kite with its string cut, his figure stumbling as he fell from mid-air.
Before this battle, Gu Yue Qianfang had never imagined that it would end so quickly. He had not even had the slightest expectation of such an outcome.
Yet now, it was laid out before him so clearly, without the slightest reservation.
The young master was gravely wounded, his life hanging by a thread, and Chen Ping'an showed not the slightest intent to hold back.
"Stop!"
Gu Yue Qianfang's Soul Power surged to the utmost, driving his intent realm to sweep through the field, meaning to exert pressure and obstruct Chen Ping'an's methods.
In such a situation, he pushed his evasion speed to its limit. Though the distance between these two was far, with his evasion speed, he could arrive in the turn of a thought.
As long as he stopped Chen Ping'an for an instant, he could arrive in time to rescue him and save the young master's life from the other party's hand.
The young master—
Could not die!
Whoosh!
The Saber Light pierced like a rainbow, lightning crisscrossing as Chen Ping'an held his saber and split through the air, his expression indifferent as an ancient forest beside a deep pool.
Gu Yue Qianfang's sharp cry, shaken to the utmost, sounded by his ear, yet it did not bring about the slightest change in his expression.
"Stop?"
Chen Ping'an's gaze was ice-cold, the long saber in hand blazing bright, without the slightest intent to hold back.
Why was this scene so familiar?
Cloud Mountain had been like this