Come on, Again

After two exchanges, two of the cultivators' companions had died.

The remaining cultivators immediately gathered together, cautiously keeping their distance from Gu Qingshan.

A cultivator shouted, "His swordsmanship is terrifying! It seems we'll need Old Cheng himself to deal with him."

Just then, a commotion rose from below.

Everyone looked down and saw an old man had arrived in the courtyard.

"It's Old Cheng."

"Good, Old Cheng is here!"

"Now we're fine."

Several cultivators brightened with delight.

Following their gaze, Gu Qingshan looked down and saw the old man, whose hair was completely white. He held a long, dry tobacco pipe in his hand.

Was this the strongest among them?

Gu Qingshan stared at the old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes and regarded Gu Qingshan warily.

The old man began, "You brat, you—"

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he swiftly formed a hand seal.

In an instant, Sword Intent surged through Gu Qingshan's eyes.

Soul Severing True Pupil!

The old man suddenly vanished, dragged into the void by Gu Qingshan's Pupil Technique, where he was viciously struck by a sword.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

"Hm? You're not dead? You've got some skill." Gu Qingshan murmured.

The old man flashed back into place, still visibly shaken.

He was uninjured.

To emerge completely unharmed when Gu Qingshan had suddenly struck was an impressive feat.

"Sword Pupil? A rare art indeed. Your swordsmanship hasn't quite reached that level, yet you've already figured out how to restrain your Flying Sword's power."

The old man flew up and hovered in midair opposite Gu Qingshan.

Seeing Gu Qingshan grip his long sword, the old man instead laughed.

The old man changed tack. "Unfortunately, your divine ability can't hurt me. I can draw upon the power of five Empty Wheel