As Gu Zhan charged in,
it was like a piece of white cloth being cut open, the gap instantly spreading to the sides, or a drop of red ink falling onto the paper, quickly spreading, then shrinking, and spreading again, repeatedly.
Gu Zhan was surrounded by a dense crowd,
his two blades in hand hacking wildly, his figure already unseen, replaced only by flashes of blade shadows raging within the crowd. In the three-zhang radius centered around him, bodies rapidly piled up, soon paving a Second Floor.
At that moment, in front of the grand hall,
Song Lingjun wore a grave expression, as a disciple ran in hastily to report: "Sect Leader, there's no one... There's no one at the mountain's base, and we haven't found any Beidou Bang members on the mountain. It seems... it seems... Gu Zhan is here alone!"
Song Lingjun's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," the disciple said, "If the Beidou Bang had sent many, we wouldn't be unaware!"
