Shen Qingyan and Jiang Yuan stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with shock and dazed disbelief.
At this moment, they seemed to forget the chaotic melee at their feet, and forgot the battle cries beside them—seeing only Gu Chang'an's back, standing as tall and unyielding as a green mountain in the wind.
"What does this mean?"
Shen Qingyan murmured aloud, countless conjectures suddenly surging through her mind: Could it be that Gu Chang'an actually possessed the strength to rival a Seventh Rank powerhouse? If not, how else would he dare single-handedly challenge the renowned and ruthless Luo Qing?
Or could it be... that he intended to fight to the death and hold off this old devil alone, striving for a sliver of survival for them?
Jiang Yuan opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "Brother Gu, what... what on earth are you doing?"
Gu Chang'an did not turn his head, his voice low and firm: "Say no more... fight."
As his words fell, the aura around his whole body violently surged, his Qi and blood rolling like a tide. With a single stomp of his foot, the stone slabs on the ground cracked in response!
"Clang—!"
His longsword left its scabbard, the blade's cold light brilliant, reflecting his iron-firm expression.
The wind whipped his robes, his momentum like a dragon.
"Old man—"
Gu Chang'an's figure suddenly erupted, whipping up a fierce gale like a torrential storm as he lunged straight for Luo Qing!
"What are you doing running over to meddle in these filthy matters when you should be staying home?"
"Now that you're old, you ought to roll back into your coffin and lie down."
"Right now is... the era of us youngsters!"
The Blade Wind whistled, pressure thundered, and a downward-slashing momentum broke through the air and arrived!