Even though the crisis had not yet been completely resolved, the two could not hide their joy and admiration for Su Shi'er.
Even Li Piaoyue, who had always been as taciturn and cool as the moon, spoke up repeatedly at this moment, praising Su Shi'er without end.
Leng Yan said nothing, but the way she looked at Su Shi'er had clearly gained a trace of warmth.
As for Su Shi'er, his drifting body gradually stabilized.
Compared to the beginning, the aura around him had already weakened by nearly half.
Yet his tightly furrowed brow showed no sign of relaxing, and his heart still hung in his throat.
His sharp eyes stared unblinkingly at the Man in Grey in the distance.
He knew full well that the battle was not over. It was still not time to truly let his guard down.
"Splendid! What an incomparably splendid battle!"
"Having fought to this point, if this Daoist is not mistaken, the few of you are already at the end of your tether, aren't you?"
"Only... the real show is just about to begin."
The Man in Grey stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His sharp, eagle-like gaze fell upon Su Shi'er through his Bamboo Hat.
His indifferent, merciless words added several more degrees of killing intent to the scene.
They also caused Li Piaoyu and Sun Huaiyu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, to grow tense once more.
"A good show? Hmph! Whatever methods you have, just use them."
"Since we stand here, we... have long been prepared to die."
With a flick of Su Shi'er's hand, the Dustless Sword turned into a streak of light and flew back into his grasp.
As he stared at the Man in Grey before him, Su Shi'er could feel a suffocating