The shadow made no unnecessary movements, just raised its hand gently, and two cold flashes streaked by.
"Pfft— pfft—"
After two soft sounds, the figures of two Heavenly Martial Realm experts suddenly came to a halt.
Their expressions froze in a moment of shock, then their bodies shattered like broken porcelain, turning into a mist of blood that dissipated into the air.
The entire square fell into a dead silence instantly.
The smile on Zhao Lingqian's face stiffened, his pupils shrank violently.
"S-Sect Realm expert?!"
His voice trembled with fear, his legs involuntarily retreating two steps.
Gu Sheng stepped forward slowly, killing intent evident in his eyes.
"Zhao Lingqian, I didn't intend to kill you, but since you insist on seeking your own death..."
He made a virtual grip with his right hand, a longsword condensed from Gang Qi took form in his palm, its blade distorting the air it pointed at.
"Hmph!"
