Gongyang Gu burst into laughter upon hearing the words, but his wounds were too severe, and his laugh sounded hoarse and obscured, like a burlap sack leaking air in the howling wind.
"What are you laughing at?"
"That person was not a mere Ghostly Soul. How could an ordinary being from the Mystic Realm stand before me? Cough, cough... cough cough cough..."
A string of coughing ensued. He was near death, but his expression still carried a hint of arrogance.
"The one who defeated me, the one who killed me, cough cough cough... Yan Baixiang, who is he?"
Yan Baixiang narrowed his eyes. He hadn't revealed his name, but the elder had already recognized him.
It was similar to how he had recognized the elder at first glance.
Both sides were renowned generals, one old, one young—one skilled in long-range archery, the other in cavalry charges.
