Eight hundred meters southwest of Yuheng Shopping Plaza, inside an abandoned logistics warehouse.
Gu Jinzhi raised his saber and brought it down in a vertical slash!
As Saber Intent erupted, it was like the blazing Great Sun Phantom descending from the sky. The scorching air warped around him.
The "Jinghong" saber carried an unrivaled momentum and cleaved through a thick steel beam before him in an instant.
At the cut, the metal melted into orange-red iron water that flowed like lava.
Unfortunately, this slash had missed...
Gu Jinzhi's heart sank. Without time to think, he violently twisted his wrist. The blade, glowing a searing orange from the heat, swept back like lightning, carving a vicious half-circle along his right side.
Clang--!
The sharp ring of metal striking metal echoed through the empty warehouse, stabbing painfully at the ears.
Gu Jinzhi felt a fierce pain in the web between his thumb and forefinger as an immense force traveled down the blade.
It felt as though his chest had been struck by a heavy hammer. His throat went sweet with blood, and his entire body flew backward like a cannonball, his saber nearly slipping from his grasp.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His back slammed solidly into a row of towering shelves.
The long-empty metal racks could not withstand the force. They toppled one after another like dominoes, creating deafening crashes.
Gu Jinzhi struggled, using his left hand, slick with sticky blood, to brace himself against the floor and barely lift his upper body.
Pfft--!
A mouthful of blood gushed out. The color drained from his face, leaving it deathly pale.
By now, his entire body was covered in cuts large and small. None of the wounds was deep, but they were densely packed, and not one had struck a vital point—as if his