"What the hell?!"
That man's face turned white in an instant, but his hands were not slow. He swung his blade backward.
The blade sank into flesh.
"I hit him!" Joy had just risen on his face when an angry curse came from behind him.
"Gong, you actually dared to ambush me?!"
Young Master Gong froze. He recognized that voice.
"Wang Liao?!"
He hurriedly turned around, only to be met by a sheet of sword light.
"Wang Liao, it's a misunderstanding! The one I wanted to cut was Li Qingshan!"
Young Master Gong explained as he hastily defended himself.
"Li Qingshan? I haven't even seen his shadow, and you still want to lie to me?"
Wang Liao's left arm had been cut open, blood streaming down it.
Under the searing pain, his eyes had long since turned bloodshot, and his longsword attacks grew increasingly fierce.
"I think you've been nursing a grudge ever since you lost to me last year!"
"Wang Liao, don't push your luck!"
Young Master Gong's face flushed red as he stopped holding back.
Blade and sword collided, sparks flying in all directions as the two gradually began fighting for real.
Not far away, the group that had previously wanted to surround Li Qingshan was also watching the battle.
But at this moment, they all looked as though they had seen a ghost.
Because in their eyes, aside from the two people fighting, there was another figure.
Li Qingshan circled around the two of them, his footsteps moving with them.
Unlike the ferocity of the combatants, Li Qingshan looked calm and unhurried, as though strolling through a courtyard.
They were clearly only a step apart.
Yet neither Young Master Gong nor Wang Liao noticed anything unusual.
Everyone swallowed hard before speaking with difficulty.
"What kind of ghostly