"Puh!"
Blood sprayed wildly as the corpse, split in two, fell apart to either side. A cloud of blood mist burst over Gu Zhan, covering him from head to toe.
Warm blood dripped from Gu Zhan's hair. Only those cold eyes still held their original color upon his face.
"Grand Elder!"
"Grand Elder..."
On the long street, the Rong Family martial artists locked in fierce battle all howled in shock.
In that instant, on the chaotic street, countless people couldn't help but look at the blood-soaked Gu Zhan, like a ghost climbed out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Gu Zhan tossed the Horizontal Saber in his hand to the ground. The long blade stabbed into the stone slab with a hum. Then, he reached out, and roared loudly.
"Bow!"
At his shout, a martial world fighter quickly grabbed the hardwood bow and quiver Gu Zhan had dropped, tossing them over to him.
The hardwood bow landed in his hands,
