An odd look crossed Huang Xiao's face when he heard that voice. Gu Yi noticed the change in his expression, and his own expression shifted slightly. He cleared his throat, then barked, "Do you think you can act so arrogantly before this old man just because your internal power can counter mine?" His voice had lost that piercing, shrill quality.
Huang Xiao did not rush to answer Gu Yi. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced toward Zhao Yunhui nearby. She had not left, but was moving some loose stones around.
A formation? Huang Xiao realized what Zhao Yunhui was doing, but what kind of formation could she possibly lay out with just those stones? Still, he chose to trust her, for her attainments in formations were profound. If she really did lay one out, perhaps it could trap Gu Yi. Of course, even if she failed, he was confident he could hold Gu Yi back long enough for her to escape.
"You're nothing special yourself!" Huang Xiao said coolly.
Seeing how Huang Xiao looked down on him, Gu Yi laughed in his fury. "Good, very good! No one has dared speak to this old man like this in all these years! To tell you the truth, palm techniques, fist techniques, and the like are merely things this old man picked up casually. What this old man truly excels at is swordsmanship!"
With that, he brushed his hand lightly over the scabbard. It shot off the blade and finally lodged among some scattered rocks several yards away.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Gu Yi swung it twice, then pointed it at Huang Xiao. "I had intended to leave your corpse intact. Now it seems this old man can only cut you into ten thousand pieces."
Huang