"Gu Yao, stop!"
Two figures flashed through the mountain range, one chasing the other. One was Gu Zhen, who was struggling somewhat to keep up with the figure ahead.
"Gu Yao, go back!"
Suddenly, the space ahead flickered. Gu Qingyang silently appeared in Gu Yao's path, looking gravely at the young man before him.
"Brother Qingyang!"
Both Gu Yao and Gu Zhen were startled to see him. Gu Zhen inwardly sighed in relief. With Brother Qingyang here, Gu Yao would not be able to stir up any waves.
"Brother Qingyang, move aside!" Gu Yao looked solemn. A lock of black-and-white hair drifted gently over his forehead, revealing a pair of eyes as cold as an asura's.
"Gu Yao, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Gu Qingyang looked at him with unprecedented gravity, even showing a rare trace of anger.
"I..." Gu Yao was at a loss for words, then a trace of unwillingness crossed his face. "Brother Qingyang, I'll only take a look. I want to know what kind of enemy I'll be facing in the future!"
"He isn't your enemy alone. He's the enemy of our entire Black Annihilation Army," Gu Qingyang said gravely, looking into Gu Yao's defiant eyes.
Even now, he could not forget the helplessness he had felt when facing Yun Yi on the Northwest Continent. Because of that, he had cultivated diligently after returning to the Gu Clan. He was now a Five-Star Dou Zong, a pace that could hardly be called slow.
Yet some time ago, news of the other man had arrived again. He had nearly traversed the entire Dou Zun realm, and more than a dozen Dou Zun had become souls beneath his halberd.
Such a terrifying cultivation speed was simply appalling. Heavy pressure bore down on him like a mountain.