Tracking Sword Talisman

When Yang Xiao and Yan Tieyi reached the mountaintop, the area around the Sword Pool had already fallen into chaos.

The pool water churned.

The once-calm pale-gold surface now seemed to be boiling. Fine strands of Sword Qi shot out from the center of the pool like an out-of-control tide, repeatedly slamming into the surrounding stone walls.

An old man with white hair and beard stood on the highest stone step, dressed in a long indigo robe washed pale from wear.

With his hands behind his back, he drove his deep spiritual power to forcefully pin the surging, rampaging Sword Qi within the stone platform.

He said nothing, his expression as heavy as dark clouds pressing down beneath a weight of a thousand jun.

Second Peak Master Xue Chong crouched beside the pool, one hand pressed against Gu Han's shoulder as he anxiously asked what had happened.

Lu Chenyue looked around anxiously outside the Sword Pool. When he failed to see that figure of mental intent, his expression grew frantic.

Gu Han knelt at the edge of the Sword Pool.

He propped himself up with one hand, a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The sword at his waist had already snapped. Several sword marks crossed his chest and shoulder, the flesh split open and the wounds deep enough to show bone, as though he had been struck head-on by an extremely powerful burst of Sword Qi.

Yang Xiao's steps halted.

He stared at those sword marks for two breaths, a strange glint flashing through his eyes.

A senior brother at the Quasi-Mysterious Core Realm was practically one of the sect's top combatants apart from its elders. How could he have been suddenly wounded like this?

Just then, Gu Han raised his head.

He saw the