Gu Zhan had encountered plenty of threats like this before death,
As for these desperate struggles,
Gu Zhan had never paid them any mind,
If he feared threats, he wouldn't have made it this far,
No matter how formidable his opponent's background was, or how heavy their threats sounded, Gu Zhan never hesitated—if they needed to be killed, he would absolutely kill them,
He had never believed that an enemy would simply let go of past grudges because he spared their life; for most people, sparing an enemy does not bring a friend, it only brings endless trouble.
So,
Faced with Qi Qianyu's threat, faced with offending the famed Sword Spirit Qi Baiyu, Gu Zhan still did not hesitate,
The Horizontal Saber in his hand swept forth like a falling meteor,
slashing directly toward Qi Qianyu's neck.
But, just as the blade was about to fall,
The air suddenly rippled,
A sound of wind breaking came, accompanied by a terrifying pressure surging in,
It was a silver short spear,
