Faced with Ghost Chief's incomparably domineering, overwhelmingly forceful pressure, Li Su rarely frowned.
At that moment, he could not help but begin to think.
So long as he took one step back, he could return to the mountain gate and ignore this man's provocation.
Yet if he did so, everything he had done beforehand would naturally come to nothing. Once this man blocked the entrance, the situation would only grow more unfavorable and passive for him.
Creating the contract had not merely been meant to use power to suppress others. More than that, it was meant to kill without leaving future troubles behind.
The one before him, most likely, could not be killed.
After all, a peerless prodigy would not have their sect simply watch them get killed.
He had only just mastered the Calamity Heart Sword Art when the Heart Sword Sect Master personally came, placing him within the sequence, while the three disciples he had severely wounded were practically ignored from beginning to end.
From this, it was clear that even if a contract were signed, once things went awry, the sect behind the other party would likely intervene without hesitation and rescue them.
In other words, life-and-death contracts had little effect at their level.
The other man's domineering dismissal was likely because he understood this as well. Even if they signed it, he could not possibly kill him—the Heart Sword Sect would not allow it.
In a flash of lightning, Li Su finished weighing his options.
With a sigh, he stepped forward, completely leaving the mountain gate's defensive protection, and extended two fingers in a strike.
At this point, there was undoubtedly no road left to retreat by.
At his fingertips glimmered a scorching heat—the Sword of Fire.
Then a gale rose—the Sword of Wind.
Next came