Gu Sheng lightly dusted off nonexistent dirt, then looked up at the three figures hanging frozen in the air. A cold curve touched his lips.
"Too weak. So weak that... I can't even summon the slightest desire to kill."
Before his words had faded—
His figure vanished from where he stood like a ghost!
It was neither an escape technique nor a movement art, but speed in its purest, most extreme form—speed beyond the limits of visual perception!
"Watch out!"
The black-clad man at the seventh level of the Earth King Realm only had time to let out a short cry. His spiritual senses screamed a warning, yet he could not track Gu Sheng's movements at all!
The next instant—
"Pfft—!"
The sound of a ripe watermelon being smashed by an iron hammer abruptly rang through the silent night sky.
The body of the black-clad man at the seventh level of the Earth King Realm, wrapped in nightclothes, exploded without warning! It became a rain of blood and shattered bones that mingled with the lingering lightning and fell in torrents!
There was no fluctuation of true qi, no eruption of Spiritual Power, and not even the trace of an attack could be seen! It was as though his body had exploded from within on its own!
Yet in that instant, the other two black-clad men vaguely "saw"—no, felt—an utterly indistinct black afterimage. Like the sharpest awl, it pierced through their leader's chest in a manner and at a speed they could not comprehend!
Only after their leader exploded into a bloody mist did that afterimage seem to solidify again into Gu Sheng's figure at the edge of the pit below.
Fast! Too fast! So fast that it exceeded the limits of their perception and reaction!
"He... he isn't in the