Duanmu Manor blazed with flames that reached the sky.
Guo Bingfu hovered at the chest of the sky-supporting giant, looking down upon the two peak Grandmasters flanking him.
On the left stood the White Lotus Sect's Left Guardian.
On the right stood the Heavenly Demon Divine Church's Blood Demon.
And there was Duanmu Kui, who had been punched into the rock face of an artificial hill but had yet to breathe his last.
One against three.
Three Grandmasters besieging one man—a terrifying battle worthy of the history books in any era—had erupted without warning over the ruins of Duanmu Manor.
"Guo Bingfu, a wise man knows which way the wind blows."
The White Lotus Sect's Left Guardian stood directly before the sky-supporting giant, a sinister chuckle issuing from beneath his White Lotus Mask.
"I already know of the Right Guardian's death. Your Sky-Supporting Force is indeed formidable, but today's situation isn't something you can shoulder alone."
As he spoke, the resentment-fueled evil power surging around him transformed into dozens of white lotus stems. They writhed in the night wind, each tip blooming with a blood-dripping white lotus.
Blood Demon wasted no words.
He stood on the other side, his face obscured beneath his billowing blood-red robes, with only a pair of scarlet eyes fixed on Guo Bingfu.
The blood rain surrounding him grew increasingly dense, corroding the bricks and stones beneath his feet. Even the air reeked of a nauseating smell of rust.
"Make your move."
Guo Bingfu looked at the two men, not a trace of fear on his withered face.
He merely gave a quiet cough, and a thread of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His earlier punch had shattered Duanmu Kui's defenses with seemingly effortless ease. In truth, to honor his promise of leaving