"Escaped?"
Gui Guzi glanced in the direction the Sword of Slaughter fled, frowning slightly, wanting to pursue, but the distance was too great, forcing him to give up.
This is a cunning enemy!
No!
It should be said, a qualified assassin!
At this moment, the aftermath slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of the old Lian, his upper body bloody and mangled, his right arm broken, hair singed, looking extremely battered and bruised.
He lay in the void, gasping for air with a pained expression.
"Who are you?"
Gui Guzi asked.
"Immortal Treasure Pavilion, Old Lian!"
Old Lian thought for a moment, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance, admitting his identity.
"Even people from the Immortal Treasure Pavilion resort to robbery?"
Information about the Immortal Treasure Pavilion flashed through Gui Guzi's mind, and he couldn't help but sneer, but still believed Old Lian's words. No matter how reputable a power, there are always shady dealings.
