It was pitch dark and was as silent as a stone wall. It seemed that no one had survived.
The survivors were holding their breath. Instead of comparing their kung fu, everyone here was trying not to be the first person to make a mistake.
Gu Shenwei couldn't see but he knew that one of Meng Yuzun's guards was lying five steps away from him with a bleeding neck. Another guard was hiding in the dark. Just like everyone else, the guard was waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He didn't know the fates of Shangguan Fei, Meng Yuzun, and Guan Shang. There were many unexpected things, but he had no time to consider them.
Death Scripture could detect the living energy of the survivors, but Gu Shenwei only had half a chopstick in his hand. Thus, he didn't dare to try.
Both sword and chopstick could kill people, but this couldn't eliminate their differences. Gu Shenwei couldn't display his Death Scripture swordcraft with chopsticks.