The Hostility of Hongmeng Sword

Gu Lan's aura was immense, darkening the entire sky to a gloomy shade.

But even so, the young Lord Xuanyuan still wore a look of disdain, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"This is your last chance: submit to me, or die!"

With his icy voice, Gu Lan smiled helplessly.

"Do you think you have the right to say that?"

The arrogance of this guy made Gu Lan feel deeply uncomfortable.

With a cold voice, Gu Lan raised his hand and struck with a sword.

The harsh sound of the sword's cry echoed through the heavens, and the entire sky was engulfed by the sword's light.

Facing the incoming attack, young Lord Xuanyuan was indifferent, still wearing a look of contempt.

In his eyes, this power was not enough to harm him.

Just as the sword light was about to strike, he raised his hand and delivered a palm strike.

But he had greatly underestimated Gu Lan. These sword shadows were merely a decoy.

Suddenly, he felt a chill at his back.