"Heh heh."
Having suddenly suffered such a heavy blow, even Hun Sha, a Seven-star Dou Sheng, felt a sharp pain strike him before his entire body immediately went limp.
Then, looking at the completely unscathed Gu Dao, he endured the agony and cursed viciously, "You old bastard, just you wait. I'll count this one as my loss. Next time, without those two pieces of trash getting in the way, let's see if I don't kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hun Sha did not dare linger. He clenched his hand, and the blood saber that had been knocked flying in the distance instantly returned to his grip.
A ruthless glint flashed through his eyes. He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue once more and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which merged into the bat wings behind him as before. Then, with a fierce flap of those wings, he dragged his heavily injured body away.
"Hmph, count yourself lucky."
Seeing the other party leave, Gu Dao could only snort coldly, not daring to press him too hard.
After all, the reason he had been able to gain the upper hand earlier was because the other party had stayed behind to hold him back, allowing Elder Hun Mo and the Soul Hall Master to escape.
Otherwise, it would not have been so easy for him to severely injure the other party.
But Gu Dao quickly turned his head and glanced toward the direction where Elder Hun Mo and Hun Miesheng had long since vanished. His expression darkened slightly as he said, "Severely injuring Hun Sha is enough for this old man to account for himself. You were lucky this time."
As he spoke, Gu Dao moved his hand, and the green bamboo staff in his