The scene he had expected—the river water flowing backward—never appeared, and a whole herd of "fuck your mother" seemed to stampede through Gu Xuan's mind.
But Gu Xuan soon stopped dwelling on the matter.
Even without the river, he still held the absolute advantage.
Gu Xuan looked at Xiao Ran. "Young man, there's still room for us to work this out. Just help me cut off this tail, and I promise I won't bother you again. From then on, the world is wide enough for both of us. You take your Yang Pass Road, and I'll take my own. How does that sound?"
At this point, Gu Xuan tried to soften his tone and negotiate with Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran didn't answer. He simply took out Dragon Abyss again and gripped it in his hand.
Clearly, Xiao Ran had never been in the habit of letting a tiger return to the mountains.
Nor was he naive enough to believe Gu Xuan's words.
Looking at the great blade in Xiao Ran's hand, Gu Xuan sighed. "You leave me no choice."
His voice was soft, but carried the desperate madness of someone staking everything on one last chance.
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Xuan suddenly raised his head. The few strands of mycelium left on his body began to melt at a visible speed, separating into a viscous, pale-gold liquid that gleamed with an unusual metallic sheen.
The liquid quickly flowed and dripped onto the ground. Wherever it touched, dense mycelium immediately sprouted.
"Gold Melting Liquid?!"
Xiao Ran's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind. The mycelium produced by the Gold Melting Liquid was nowhere near the quality of the mycelium on Gu Xuan's body.
But Gu Xuan had rapidly broken down his own body by reversing