What a pity.
Zhuo Xuankong wanted to leave.
But Gu Er did not give him a chance to do so.
Originally just a superior Martial Arts technique, the Seven Killings Blade Skills now had mysterious and ghostly power in Gu Er's hands. As soon as the Slaughter True Intent, formed by who knows how many lost souls, appeared, it made Zhuo Xuankong feel as if he was plummeting into an ice cellar.
"True Intent!"
Zhuo Xuankong's face showed shock.
Although the power of this True Intent was not at the level of a Master's True Intent, it was still extraordinary.
Moreover,
Gu Er was himself an Innate Grandmaster.
The combination of the two made Zhuo Xuankong sense the aroma of death when the blade came slashing down.
Seeing the long blade slicing through, Zhuo Xuankong exploded with all his strength, his right palm slamming out violently, unleashing a river-like torrent of power.
"Boom—"
The long blade cut through the waves.