Fang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the person who had appeared on the battlefield.
It was an elderly man in Daoist robes, his white hair tied in a topknot, carrying the air of an immortal sage. Yet he was panting heavily, the aura around him surging as though he had just rushed here at full speed.
"Finally... finally... made it... Stop... don't fight!"
The old Daoist raised his sword, stopping the two of them. Even his aura was somewhat disordered.
"Who is this?"
Fang Mo looked at the man. He did not know him, yet irritation rose within him. This man's arrival had disrupted his plans.
He had intended to have a great battle with Gu Yu to test his own strength.
Yet this man had come and interrupted it.
When Gu Yu saw the newcomer, his heart clenched. Daozhen? Why has he rushed here? Could he be here to...
His heart sank, and his expression turned ugly.
Daozhen possessed Ling Cangyan's inheritance, as well as Taichu Peak's Command Token. Could he have come for this matter?
"Senior Brother Daozhen, what are you doing here? Move aside at once! Do not hinder the capture of a sect criminal!"
"Gu Yu, what are you so anxious about?"
Daozhen had finally caught his breath. He glared at Gu Yu. "If you want to fight, I can fight you. A Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivator bullying a junior disciple—have you no shame?"
"You..." Gu Yu's face darkened sharply, rage surging in his heart, but he quickly calmed down.
Daozhen was a Veteran Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. He had cultivated for several thousand years, and his strength had long reached the late Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, making him incomparably formidable. Gu Yu simply did not dare fight him.
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