Gu Qingshan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the undead in the River of Death.
The killing intent across from him had reached its peak.
It was the sign that they were ready to strike at any moment.
It seemed these undead had long since decided who the apocalypse belonged to. They no longer accepted anything Gu Qingshan said.
But that was a minor matter. Gu Qingshan shifted his gaze to another version of himself.
This was the Shadow of Apocalypse, who had copied many of his abilities.
This guy was a real nuisance.
I have to take him out first.
Better not give him a chance to act at all!
Killing intent surged inside Gu Qingshan, but his expression remained calm. He addressed the copy: "Hey, you really think copying my attacks will let you beat me?"
Dragon Curse, rise!
The copy gave a cold snort. "Gu Qingshan, you're going to die right here today. Believe it or not?"
Got him!
They had both called out each other's names. That was the Azure Dragon Curse.
Then they had both been addressed once more—
That was the Red Dragon Curse!
Neither of them had agreed, but silence was a kind of agreement, too.
Dragon Curses were just that unreasonable!
For now, neither of us can move or attack the other.
Gu Qingshan tried, only to find that he really couldn't move. The killing intent in his heart grew threefold.
No one else could see what was going on, but Dead Fatty saw it clearly.
He held up a sign:
"Brother Gu, how did you let the Dragon Curse slip? This is really, really bad!"
Gu Qingshan glanced at him.
A sharp sword cry suddenly rang out from the distant sky.
Gu Qingshan's thoughts formed a sword art, and he