Ghost Blade suddenly burst forth, his speed escalating to its utmost limit, with fresh blood still dripping from the Black Blade in his hand.
That blood belonged to Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu clenched his teeth, aware that his opponent was not a Martial Dao Master.
Just a bit stronger than himself, but why was the advantage in combat so overwhelmingly in his favor?
He didn't understand how the other's combat skills could so far surpass his own.
Each move and every technique left him struggling to defend.
"Stop, if you dare kill me, you'll regret it!"
Gao Qiu yelled.
Feeling incapable of withstanding the other's assaults, he could only resort to threats.
However, Ghost Blade seemed as if he hadn't heard a thing, and his blade still slashed down.
Gao Qiu's right hand, which held his sword, was sliced open, and the blade fell to the ground.
The Black Blade of Ghost Blade now lay horizontally across his throat.
"Speak, were you sent by the Liu Family to cause trouble?"