"Boom...!"
In midair, the Black Gold Axe Shadow collided with a Dark Shadow Cold Gleam, unleashing a thunderous crash.
Driven back by a fierce, vicious Power of Profound Meaning bearing down on his axe shadow, Gu Chenfeng flew backward, dissipating the force.
Ripples also spread through the space before him. A figure appeared out of thin air, swayed, and retreated two steps.
"Huh...?"
The newcomer was a Black-Clad Youth.
He had gaunt cheeks and narrow eyes, and held a pitch-black "short spear" less than two feet long.
A layer of hazy mist seemed to coil around him, making his entire figure look somewhat unreal, as though he might melt into space at any moment.
But the youth's gaze was bright, his pitch-black eyes like those of a black panther hunting in the night.
Once he locked onto his prey, he would launch a thunderous strike.
Now, the youth drew back his short spear and studied Gu Chenfeng, a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"You actually saw through my sneak attack. You do have some ability."
By now, Gu Chenfeng had dissipated the force on his battle axe and steadied himself in midair, his gaze also studying the Black-Clad Youth.
That exchange had already confirmed his opponent's cultivation.
He was an early-stage Saint Warrior level cultivator. In terms of power, he should have been comparable to Mo Qianji, the Third Boss of the Blood-Seeking Hall, and weaker than the Green-Robed Elder, Zhong Huai.
But this man seemed exceptionally skilled at concealment and assassination.
Only when his opponent had approached within a hundred feet had Gu Chenfeng detected his movements through his powerful Spiritual Perception.
"They really did keep something in reserve. Which of the Three Cities sent you?" Gu Chenfeng asked coldly.
He had guessed that the Three Sects and