Boom!
At the moment the Flame Giant Palm descended, a fiery red cloud formed on the horizon.
Underneath the giant palm, Ximen Gu slowly closed his eyes.
But his body was trembling violently.
Ximen Gu had thought that waiting for death would bring him a sense of relief, but at this very moment, when death was truly approaching, his emotions were incredibly complex, both relieved and filled with strong unwillingness.
Past memories flashed by like a whirlwind.
The various buildings of the Sword Pavilion, the halls, pavilions, mountain streams, and the figures of fellow apprentices quickly emerged in his mind, finally pausing on a black-robed Taoist with an ancient sword on his back and gray hair at his temples.
"Master?!"
Ximen Gu couldn't help but murmur.
The black-robed Taoist turned his back to Ximen Gu, only shaking his head, not even turning to look at him.
At this moment, the unwillingness in Ximen Gu's heart reached its peak.
But at this moment, what could he do?
