"Duan Lang, how did you get here?"
Whispering Wind looked at Gu Sheng in surprise as he approached. They had clearly dealt with the remaining traces just now and even arranged for people to throw their pursuers off the trail.
"Those disciples taught by that Old Undying are all useless. How could they possibly fool me?"
Gu Sheng pointed at the old man, his words filled with contempt.
"Shut up! I won't allow you to insult my master."
Beside the old man, Xiao Yao—who had earlier been wounded by the deceased Wu De's Purple Blood Thorns—shouted angrily and attacked. He leaped above Gu Sheng's head and struck down with one palm, his momentum astonishing.
"Over a hundred years old, and this is all you've got? You're the worst of the worst."
Gu Sheng merely struck out with one palm, shattering Xiao Yao's ultimate attack in midair. A fire dragon swept across the space and drove him toward the old man.
"Senior, be careful."
Whispering Wind stepped in front of the old man, intending to block Gu Sheng's attack for him.
"Hero Whispering Wind, there's no need to worry!"
The old man pushed Whispering Wind aside and extended one palm. A golden-red radiance spread out, rescuing Xiao Yao and completely dispersing the fire dragon.
Gu Sheng said coldly, "A thousand years of cultivation truly are extraordinary. You must be that old bastard Xu Fu! I've heard Di Shitian mention you. You spent a thousand years attaining this level of cultivation—you really wasted that Phoenix Blood Elixir of Immortality!"
The old man immediately discarded his disguise and revealed himself as Di Shitian, who had been posing as Xu Fu. At this moment, he appeared exceptionally dignified. "Young man, in this life, the most important thing is how one conducts oneself. Possessing great