A Close Call

The cold voice rang out as the Hongmeng Sword in Gu Lan's hand was almost upon the Second Elder's head, just a hair's breadth away. However, a sudden blood-red streak appeared in the sky, striking down and forcing Gu Lan's sword to be knocked away. He was also forced to retreat two steps.

Regaining his balance, Gu Lan's face turned ice-cold, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

The Second Elder had just been thoroughly startled by Gu Lan's earlier display of power. He didn't hesitate and quickly retreated, stopping at a distance of about a hundred feet away, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Although the killing intent was thick, it still contained a trace of caution. He knew full well that even if he attacked, he might not be able to defeat Gu Lan.

Previously, when they had clashed, Gu Lan's strength had not been as overwhelming, but now, it was a different story.