The setting sun had not yet fallen, and the crimson clouds filling the sky blazed like fire.
The scarlet maple leaves looked even more blood-red beneath the rosy glow, several shades deeper than the color flowing from Ning Que's brow...
Yet amid that bloodlike crimson was a touch of boundless desolation.
Ning Que lay on the ground, his hollow eyes filled with lifeless stillness. He let the evening wind stir his robes, let the red leaves above his head sway and drift.
Zhou You, Yan Nineteen, and Wan Yongchang all felt a bleak chill in the sudden evening wind, one that sent cold seeping into their bones.
The Hidden Dragon Guard experts watching from afar were even more stunned into speechlessness.
Before coming here, Yan Nineteen had stressed how terrifying Gao Xian was, and they had all trusted their Commander's judgment. Yet none of them had imagined that Gao Xian would be powerful to such an extent!
Ning Que, whose Heavenly Blade was tyrannical and peerless, had been killed by Gao Xian with a casual stroke of his sword!
And Gao Xian's offhand manner made it seem as though he had not exerted any force at all.
The immense gulf between the two sides made it hard to believe this had been a battle between sixth-rank cultivators.
The Hidden Dragon Guard experts were now scared out of their wits. Against such a terrifying enemy, even if all of them charged forward, would they not merely be offering themselves up for slaughter?
Yan Nineteen was a little dazed as well. He had already estimated Gao Xian as highly as possible, yet the swordsmanship Gao Xian displayed was still unimaginably powerful.
Even with his discernment, he could not see through the changes in Gao Xian's swordsmanship!
Could the few of them truly