653 Forty, Sixty

The power inspired by despair was so powerful that Xiao Chuhe somehow still could not get the upper hand in the battle even when had already used all of his power, which was slightly more than Du Gujue's. He had been beaten and chased after for a whole three thousand meters, and his blade art tempo had been disturbed as well.

"Damn it!"

Xiao Chuhe had never looked this angry as both of his eyes went blood red. His whole body used the power of his long blade to jump back into the air, then threw out another blade attack toward Du Gujue who was standing in front of him.

"You have been covered in despair…There is nowhere for you to hide." Du Gujue looked cold, and those grey pupils of his shone with a cold light as well. Xiao Chuhe's features reflected in his eyes, drowned by that greyness.

Dang!