Little Red hid in a corner of the garden, deep in thought as he looked at the old man a few times. Gongxi Kuangdao, who had bandaged his wounds, also had a serious expression on his face as he thought about something.
"You're courting death!" Huangfu Qingjue's eyes didn't show any surprise as he shouted coldly. His clothes fluttered despite the lack of wind as he released a majestic aura. His sword slashed down from the sky, and ten thousand rays of holy light illuminated the heavens and earth.
The swing of his sword turned his aura more majestic as he seemed to stand taller and prouder.
If Huangfu Qingjue gave off an uncontrollable that drew people's respect earlier, then he currently gave off a more supreme pressure that gave people no choice but to submit to his sword.
The sword qi flashed through with tens of thousands of lights as it enveloped the old man.
