After seeing Meng Ping Tian Xia's true form, Old Man Gu Qiong appeared with a somewhat dazed gaze. Like a puppet, he stiffly walked into the sky and unconsciously replied, "This old man is Old Man Gu Qiong. Greetings..."
"Hehe..." Xiao Hua watched Old Man Gu Qiong's expression, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He slightly raised his right arm, and the Dream Mirage Butterfly flew up. With a sweep of Xiao Hua's right sleeve, he stored the Dream Mirage Butterfly back into his space!
Yet at that very instant, Old Man Gu Qiong's eyes suddenly shifted, brilliant light bursting from them. A thumb-sized soul sword shot from between his brows, stabbing toward Xiao Hua like lightning! Wherever the soul sword passed, the multicolored fragments that had just fallen into Meng Ping Tian Xia flew out once more. They followed the soul sword, transforming into a dazzling arc as they too pounced toward Xiao Hua!
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Da was right!" Xiao Hua abruptly raised his head. The smile at his lips had already turned into a sneer. "What is terrifying in this world is not the many who have fallen to demonic corruption, but those who fancy themselves clear-headed..."
As he spoke, soul threads likewise appeared between Xiao Hua's brows. Then the Eye of Delusion Breaking opened, and a spinning silver-white pillar of light emerged, striking directly upon the soul sword. "Rumble..." Thunderous booms erupted within the nameless space, fiercer even than shattering thunderbolts. Yet more violent than the shattered thunder was what erupted within Old Man Gu Qiong's mind!
Old Man Gu Qiong cultivated soul swords, so naturally he understood their danger. He had originally intended to perish together with his foe, but when the silver light descended, it was as though countless humming