"Beichen Sky-breaking Sword!"
Gu Sheng's cold voice exploded in the air, his figure suddenly appearing in front of Luo Qian, less than a zhang apart.
The Southern Emperor Sword sliced a perfect arc, tearing through the air as it passed.
"Crack..."
Three white light shields were pierced through like thin paper, unable to hold for even a half-breath.
Gu Sheng's figure swept past Luo Qian, moving so fast it was impossible to see his actions clearly.
Luo Qian stood frozen in place, first feeling a chill at his neck, then a fine line of blood slowly appeared.
He instinctively reached up to cover his neck, only to discover in horror that the line of blood was quickly spreading over his entire body.
"No... impossible..."
Luo Qian's voice became hoarse, as his vitality ebbed away like a receding tide.
Gu Sheng sheathed his sword and turned to look at the faltering Luo Qian, speaking indifferently.
