Sincerity

"Putting on an act!"

The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully and raised his hand, unleashing a Blood Wolf Claw. Five scarlet streams of force tore through the air, shooting straight for Gu Sheng's throat.

Gu Sheng remained where he stood, merely lifting his right hand slightly.

"Buzz."

The phantom of the Nine Dragon Universe Cauldron suddenly solidified, and a flash of golden light streaked past.

The middle-aged man's movements abruptly froze. His eyes widened as he lowered his head in disbelief to look at his own neck.

"You—"

He had only managed to utter one word when a line of blood suddenly sprayed from his neck.

"Thud!"

A head rolled to the ground, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished.

The headless corpse swayed twice before crashing to the ground.

The entire area fell silent.

Ye Yiyi covered her mouth, her pupils contracting sharply.

She had not seen how Gu Sheng attacked at all. A third-layer Sect Realm expert had died just like that?

Gu Sheng lowered his hand, the phantom of the golden cauldron slowly rotating behind him.

His gaze swept over the remaining people, and his voice was icy.

"Who else wants to try?"

"Retreat! Run!"

The other two Sect Realm experts' expressions changed drastically, and they turned to flee without hesitation.

The rest of the martial artists were frightened out of their wits and scattered like birds and beasts in the blink of an eye.

Only after the final aura disappeared beyond his senses did the golden cauldron phantom behind Gu Sheng gradually fade away.

"Gu Sheng, you..."

Ye Yiyi hurried forward, her voice trembling.

"What you just did..."

"Support me."

Gu Sheng suddenly transmitted his voice to her, weakness lacing his tone.

"Don't let it show."

Ye Yiyi's heart jolted, and she immediately understood.