Witnessed with My Own Eyes

Gu Sheng tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

True qi surged through his body like a rushing river, yet he did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. Against an opponent like this, the slightest carelessness would mean eternal doom.

"Cut the nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight!"

Before his words had even faded, Shen Qingyun's figure abruptly vanished.

Gu Sheng's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively dodged to the side, yet still felt a chill on his left shoulder—the blade had sliced open his robe, and fine beads of blood seeped from his skin.

"Not a bad reaction. Too bad you're still too slow."

Shen Qingyun's voice came from behind him, carrying the teasing amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.

Gu Sheng spun around sharply and swept out with his sword, but struck only an afterimage.

Shen Qingyun's movement technique was unbelievably fast. Even with his cultivation suppressed, the battle instincts of a Heavenly Martial Realm expert far surpassed those of ordinary people.

"Gale Seven Kill Sword!"

Gu Sheng held nothing back and unleashed his trump-card technique.

Seven streams of sword qi sealed off every possible escape route for Shen Qingyun. This was a killing move he had cultivated for many years, one he had used to defeat countless powerful enemies.

"Trivial tricks!"

Shen Qingyun sneered. His long blade traced a strange arc through the air and forcibly cleaved apart all seven streams of sword qi.

The instant blade and sword collided, Gu Sheng felt an overwhelming force rush through his sword. It numbed the web between his thumb and forefinger, forcing him back three steps before he steadied himself. The hard rock beneath his feet was gouged with two deep marks.

"Pfft—"

Gu