Compared to life and death, what mattered more to him were those fleeting inspirations about sword moves that would fade and disappear.
Peerless swordsmen should be like that.
"Heh... You think you can kill me?" On the other hand, Gu Qiying, whose face was covered in blood, suddenly began to laugh again, "You think you're worthy to kill me!" But the latter part of his sentence was an angry roar.
Before his words had finished, suddenly!
Gu Qiying turned around and charged furiously toward the north, in the direction of the main gate of the Tianqi Gang.
"He's trying to escape!"
"Don't let him get away!"
"Block him!"
Those who shouted were all located to the side or behind Gu Qiying.
But those in his path of charge all thought: He might be trying to take someone down with him; just don't drag me into it.