Whoosh!
Zhou Gang unleashed the strongest will to survive of his life, driving his magic-tool flying sword at a desperate speed beyond his limits, his Spiritual Sense and spiritual power erupting under overload.
At this moment, even a Qi Condensation Tenth Layer Perfection cultivator would have been a shade slower than him.
"Can you get away?" Li Qingyuan's voice rang out directly beside his ear.
In an instant, Zhou Gang's hairs stood on end, his scalp tingling as the shadow of death shrouded his heart. Horror filled his eyes as he shouted, "Don't kill me! I am the blood brother of Venerable Zhou Kui."
Clang!
A streak of sword light came attacking.
Zhou Gang had no choice but to halt in midair. His body stiffened, terror in his eyes, while the sound of him swallowing echoed from his throat.
With a crack, the Asura Ghost Mask on his face split in two and fell from the air, revealing his true face.
Zhou Gang's terrified eyes looked upward at the flying sword so close its tip was practically pressed against his brow. Cold sweat poured down like rain.
The flying sword had pierced the mask and broken the skin between his brows.
"Gulp..." Zhou Gang swallowed again, beads of cold sweat sliding down his cheeks one after another.
Zhou Gang pleaded, "Don't kill me. My elder brother is Foundation Establishment Venerable Zhou Kui."
Li Qingyuan stood suspended in the air and said mildly, "Oh, Zhou Kui is actually your elder brother?"
"What is your name, then?"
"Why did you abandon your position as an elder of a Foundation Establishment Immortal Clan to become a demonic cultivator who kills and plunders?"
Zhou Gang said, "My name is Zhou Gang."
"As for why I became a demonic cultivator, naturally, it was all forced