The dust settled, but the repercussions had not.
Atop the lush Qingcui Mountain, a woman's face showed deep thought, the giant golden-winged roc flying high above had pupils filled with gravity, and Tushan Yun was utterly shocked.
"He's dead..."
Cold sweat began to break out on Tushan Yun's back without reason. She was confident she could win against Gu Wen with one move, but how many cultivation levels did he have?
Four or five cultivation levels against seven or six cultivation levels—it was a difference of four heavens.
Could the Immortal Sword really be so mystical that it transcended common sense?
She couldn't understand it, but Gu Wen's strength was unquestionable, and she couldn't imagine what he would become in the future.
Especially once he reached the Ninth Level, the watershed between a True Monarch and a Venerable, where no one could suppress another based on realm alone. At that time, what level of strength would Gu Wen possess, and who could possibly stop him?