He didn't even have time to turn around before a massive force sent him flying, leaving a deep sword wound on his back, visible to the bone. Blood instantly soaked through his robe. Under the intense pain, his vision went black, and he fainted away directly.
Gu Sheng sheathed his sword and stood, surveying his surroundings. The remaining ten disciples of Wanling Palace were already scared out of their wits, their hands holding weapons trembling incessantly.
"Now.
Gu Sheng slowly extended two fingers.
"I give you two choices."
He raised the first finger.
"First, continue to resist, and then lie on the ground like them."
He raised the second finger.
"Second, get lost immediately, and I can pretend nothing happened."
The ten disciples exchanged glances, their eyes full of fear and hesitation.
"I'll count to three."
Gu Sheng's voice was as cold as ice.
"One..."
