Zhao Qiankun's Guess

Before Gu Mingzhou could catch his breath, a deep voice suddenly came from underneath.

"Die!"

Before he finished his words, Murong Fu flew over with his long hair and brocade robe fluttering in the wind. He threw a punch.

The fist wind whistled, carrying a cold killing intent and bursting with a bright golden light. It was extremely gorgeous as if it was going to collapse the sky, and it headed straight for Gu Mingzhou.

Gu Mingzhou hurriedly retreated, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

Boom!

The ferocious fist struck the crack in the sky with a deafening sound, causing the crack to expand once more.

A vast spatial storm poured out from it like a flood breaking through a dam, crashing down on the profound Heavenly Sword sect.

"Are you crazy?" Gu Mingzhou was shocked and roared in disbelief.