Such astonishing swordsmanship was simply unheard of, unseen before!
Purple Moon and Zheng Jue Xun, who had kept far away in the distance, were also dumbstruck. They had met the previous Gate Master of the Three Sacred Spirit Gate before. Back then, he had seemed like nothing more than an ordinary old man, amiable toward everyone. Even when dealing with the previous Lord of Libra City, his temperament had been gentle.
Who would have thought that when he truly made a move, he would be this fierce? "This kind of swordsmanship actually possesses such powerful restraint against us Mingluo as well. I once heard that this former Gate Master had supported the sect alone and endured its hardest days during that darkest period.
"I had thought it was false. I never expected..." Zheng Jue Xun's expression was grave.
"Should we intervene?" Purple Moon asked quietly.
"Be ready to move at any time and save someone!" Zheng Jue Xun paused, a faint red glow surfacing in her eyes. Since they had already stood alongside Lu Sheng to destroy the Wind Transformation Sect, they had already made their position clear.
There was no point in wavering now.
In the distant void.
"Teacher. I ended up troubling you again this time." Li Xiu La suppressed the Netherflame inside him, wiped the blood from his face, and laboriously flew closer.
As he looked at this old man whom he had once believed to be aged and frail, his gaze became indescribably complicated.
"When did you reach that realm?" Li Xiu La could not help asking softly.
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing from afar at the dazzling star.
"I don't remember." He sighed.
"Then can I learn it?" Li Xiu La fell silent for a moment before asking quietly.