"Divine Flame Sword Qi!"
With Gu Sheng's low shout, the golden divine flame suddenly surged, taking the form of a three-foot-long sword. Mysterious runes flowed across its blade.
Compared to Jiang Feihong's overwhelming attack, Gu Sheng's move appeared exceedingly restrained, yet it made everyone present feel as though they could barely breathe.
"Th-That's the aura of the peak of the Grandmaster Realm!"
One of the watching disciples cried out in shock.
In the blink of an eye, the crimson palm print collided with the golden sword qi.
There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, only a dull pfft, like a sharp blade piercing leather.
Jiang Feihong's pupils abruptly constricted. He watched helplessly as the palm print he had struck with all his strength was effortlessly pierced by the golden sword qi, shredded to pieces like butter beneath a hot knife.
Even more terrifyingly, the golden sword qi did not lose any momentum as it shot straight toward his chest!
"Impossible!"
A storm of shock rose within Jiang Feihong's heart.
"This palm strike of mine can split mountains and shatter rocks. How could it..."
The shadow of death descended. Jiang Feihong's entire body turned icy cold, and he did not even have time to think of dodging.
He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to arrive.
"Buzz—"
Just as the golden sword qi was about to pierce Jiang Feihong's chest, a white figure abruptly appeared before him.
That person merely flicked his sleeve lightly, and Gu Sheng's Divine Flame Sword Qi seemed to strike an invisible barrier before instantly dissipating.
"B-Bai Yu, Senior Brother!"
Jiang Feihong opened his eyes and saw the tall white-clad figure's back. He immediately looked as though he had seen his savior.
Gu Sheng frowned slightly as he examined the man who had suddenly appeared.