Fang Mo narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the person who had appeared on the battlefield.
He was an old man in Daoist robes, his white hair tied up in a topknot. He had an air of ethereal grace, but he was panting heavily, his aura surging around him as if he had just rushed here at full speed.
"I... finally... made it... Stop... don't fight!"
The old Daoist raised his sword to stop the two of them, his aura in disarray.
"Who is this?"
Fang Mo looked at the man. He didn't know him, but he felt a little displeased; the newcomer's arrival had thrown off his plans.
He had wanted to have a great battle with Gu Yu to test his own strength.
This man had actually interrupted them.
When Gu Yu saw who had arrived, his heart tightened. It's Daozhen. How did he get here? Is he here to...
His heart sank, and his expression turned grim.
Daozhen held Ling Cangyan's legacy and the Taichu Peak leadership token. Could he have come for this?
"Senior Brother Daozhen, what are you doing here? Hurry and stand aside. Don't interfere with the capture of the sect's criminal!"
"Gu Yu, what are you in such a hurry for?"
Daozhen had finally caught his breath. He glared at Gu Yu. "If you want to fight, I can fight you. You're a Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm expert bullying a junior disciple. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"You..." Gu Yu's expression darkened, and he was furious, but then he calmed down.
Daozhen was a veteran Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm expert who had cultivated for thousands of years. His strength had long since reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm, making him incomparably powerful. Gu Yu didn't dare fight him.