"No, late-stage Inner Cultivation!"
Pei Tugou had just slashed down with a saber when his face changed drastically. With a muffled grunt, he quickly retreated.
Gao Yang was already in the late-stage Inner Cultivation, while he was only in the mid-stage. There was a huge difference in power.
"Die!"
A long sword stabbed out at an angle, swift as lightning, rapidly aiming for Pei Tugou's eyes. The cold sword light was at its peak speed.
Silently, a black long sword slashed directly onto that long sword.
Clang!
With almost no resistance, the long sword was cut in half.
The cut was smooth as a mirror. The person who made the strike felt a lightness in his hand and immediately saw a sword light as black as ink, carrying an endless intent of dark death, slashing over.
*So fast!*
The thought had just flashed in his mind when the sword light reached him.
Thud!
As his head was separated from his body, a thought of bewilderment crossed his mind.
*Am I dead?*
