"No Mercy for the Disloyal."

Seeing Mo Xuan's fearful expression, Gu Lan let out a cold laugh.

"You seem quite disappointed that I'm still alive."

As he spoke, Gu Lan's power erupted without restraint.

This time, his aura was several times more terrifying than before. With just a casual raise of his hand, tens of thousands of sword lights appeared in the sky.

Witnessing the immense power that Gu Lan displayed, Mo Xuan dared not hesitate.

With a trace of panic on his face, he quickly retreated. He knew Gu Lan's strength all too well. Now that it had increased so drastically, how could he possibly stand a chance?

His speed was fast, but it was ultimately impossible to escape Gu Lan's grasp.

With just a lift of Gu Lan's hand, a sword light pierced through Mo Xuan's body.

Though it didn't kill him instantly, the wound was severe.

His face contorted in pain, his expression turning dreadfully grim.

Gu Lan remained expressionless, his power showing no sign of receding.