"Hmph!"
Gu Zhan let out a cold snort, wasting no words. He charged forward, and the Horizontal Saber in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, quickly reaping several lives in the hall.
With Gu Zhan's first move, all his guards also started a brutal fight in that instant.
The hall was thrown into chaos within seconds.
Gu Zhan's saber was swift—within only a few breaths, he carved out a patch of empty space in the hall, corpses scattered everywhere, stunning everyone.
Gu Zhan gripped the blood-soaked Horizontal Saber, not giving an inch, and said in a deep voice, "Wu Yang, you think these pathetic losers can kill me, Gu Zhan? Are you fucking brain-damaged!"
Wu Yang sat at the highest position, his face indifferent as he said, "Lord Gu, why bother? You had a bright future ahead, why insist on stepping onto a dead-end? Your cultivation is undeniably deep, but how many can you kill—ten? A hundred? Two hundred?"
