"You're too late!" Gu Hui looked at the figure stepping out of the rift in the Void.
It was an old man, leaning on a cane, hunched over and frail.
He looked as though he might be buried the very next second.
Moreover, Gu Hui could not detect anything powerful about him.
He seemed completely ordinary.
Yet Gu Hui knew that the man had reached a state of returning to simplicity.
All of his aura was completely contained, without the slightest hint leaking out.
Had Gu Hui not looked carefully, he truly would not have been able to gauge the man's depth.
"So my opponent is someone like you.
"No wonder those little ones were in such a hurry to call this old man down here."
He said, "This old man is truly curious.
"How could a place as barren as the Lower Realm give birth to someone like you?"
Gu Hui replied, "Is that question important? You only need to know that we are enemies. Isn't that enough?"
"That is true."
As he spoke, the old man struck his cane against the ground, and its outer layer instantly peeled away.
Revealing a longsword hidden within.
"Then let us begin."
The moment the old man grasped that sword, his entire bearing changed.
He himself seemed to become a sharp sword.
"This move is the realization of this old man's entire life..."
The old man drew the sword in his hand back.
The movement was utterly ordinary, yet it was precisely such an ordinary movement.
That caused the surrounding space to gradually shatter, countless spatial rifts appearing, pitch-black within.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Everything beneath the heavens seemed to have faded of color.
This sword strike did not appear