"But your sharp edge is too exposed, thatâs not good."
Li Xiaoman slightly furrowed her brows.
Her tone seemed to be advising Gu Sheng.
But when heard, it gave off an air of disdain.
"Whatâs not good about it?"
Ji Ziyue stepped forward, her face full of contempt.
She crossed her arms over her chest and began circling Gu Sheng step by step.
"Gu Sheng represents Zhuo Peak. Those who provoke Zhuo Peak should naturally be taught a lesson. What? Are you trying to favor them instead?"
Ji Ziyue stopped in her tracks and asked in a questioning tone.
"Thatâs right, I am favoring them. But the one Iâm favoring is Gu Sheng!"
Li Xiaoman seemed somewhat exasperated.
She clenched her delicate fists, as if intending to deliver a thrashing to Ji Ziyue.
Yet, upon hearing those words, Ji Ziyue couldnât help but burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... Favoring Gu Sheng? Truly laughable."
Just as Ji Ziyue finished speaking, they suddenly noticed a group of white-robed cultivators approaching swiftly.
"Look! That Zhuo Peak scum!"
A booming shout rang out.
Gu Sheng turned his head, only to see over a dozen cultivators flying toward him from the clouds.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The cultivators landed beside Li Xiaoman, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Are you Gu Sheng?"
One of the cultivators, with a stern and cold expression, stepped forward and fixed his icy gaze on Gu Sheng.
Their voice carried a suppressed rage that was unmistakable.
"Yes, I am."
Gu Sheng didnât evade but nodded directly.
"Was it you who wounded our Senior Brother Ling Mu?"
The cultivator asked again.
"Tch!"
A trace of disdain flickered in Gu Shengâs eyes. He nodded once more, admitting without hesitation, "Indeed, Ling Mu was injured by me, but..."
"But what?"
The other cultivator pressed further.
"But Ling Muâs skills are just mediocre at best. Why? Are you seeking revenge?"
Hearing this, a dark expression clouded the cultivatorâs face as he immediately assumed a fighting posture.
Suddenly, the aura emitting from the cultivator surged explosively, causing the surrounding air to seemingly freeze.
Then, he slowly unsheathed his longsword. Its gleaming light was fluid like water, radiating an icy chill.
Seeing this, Ji Ziyue began feeling uneasy.
"Are you planning on ganging up?"
Ji Ziyue stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gu Sheng, her eyes filled with defiance.
"Little lady, this is a matter between us and Gu Sheng. If you interfere, youâll make yourself an enemy of all Ling Peak."
The cultivator warned.
"Ling Peak? Hmph! I was once at Ling Peak too. Why havenât I seen you before?"
Ji Ziyue crossed her arms once more, her face brimming with disdain.
"You?"
The cultivator frowned slightly, carefully scrutinizing Ji Ziyue once again.
"Brother, I think this is the female cultivator Elder invited earlierânameâs Ji Ziyue," another cultivator whispered in his ear.
"Ji Ziyue?"
The lead cultivator snorted coldly. "Get lost, get lostâsomething about moons and lights, I donât care. Today, Iâll avenge Senior Brother Ling Mu."
With that, he grit his teeth and prepared to attack.
"Is this a one-on-one duel?"
Ji Ziyue sneered lightly.
She then took a step back, clearly not interested in entangling herself with the group.
"Exactly."
The cultivator nodded.
"Alright, well, good luck then. Just donât go crying back to your mother if you lose."
Ji Ziyue said, flashing to the side.
"Scram!"
The cultivator ignored Ji Ziyue and focused all his attention on Gu Sheng.
"Shing!"
He swung his longsword, releasing a stream of Sword Qi that darted like a dragon toward Gu Sheng.
Gu Shengâs face remained completely calm, as he casually flicked his fingers.
"Whizz!"
A formless force struck the cultivatorâs longsword instantly.
"Crack!"
"Clang!"
The sword broke upon impact, its blade tip falling to the ground with a crisp ringing sound.
"What... this..."
This sight stunned everyone present.
That cultivator was an expert in the Life Spring Realm, and his longsword had been specially forged to be razor-sharp.
Yet now, it had been brokenâjust by a mere flick of Gu Shengâs finger!
"Attack together!"
The cultivator roared in anger.
Gu Shengâs casual display earlier had already made it clear that individually, none of them was his match. Thus, he called upon his companions to join forces.
Yet Gu Shengâs strength far exceeded their expectations.
With a movement technique as swift as a phantom, Gu Sheng wove effortlessly among them.
In mere moments, all the cultivators were laying defeated on the ground.
"Ouch... ouch..."
They were clutching their chests or cradling their knees, looking utterly miserableâhaving been thoroughly subdued by Gu Sheng.
"Gu Sheng, your... your strength..."
Li Xiaoman, standing to the side, was filled with disbelief.
"What about it?"
Ji Ziyue stepped forward, a smug smile spread across her face.
"Dealing with Ling Peakâs trash? Even I could do it."
Ji Ziyue declared, her face full of pride.
"Who dares call Ling Peak disciples trash!"
Suddenly, a cold reprimand echoed out from the void.
"Senior Brother Yang, youâve arrived!"
The injured Ling Peak disciples hurriedly stepped forward, addressing him with respect.
Li Xiaomanâs heart tightened at the sight.
She knew that this Senior Brother Yang held significant status within Ling Peak.
"Gu Sheng, this is Ling Peakâs Senior Brother Yang. His strength is formidable. Youâre no match for himâbetter leave quickly."
Li Xiaoman spoke worriedly.
But Gu Sheng remained unmoved.
He glanced faintly at Li Xiaoman before turning away.
It was clear that Gu Sheng didnât regard Senior Brother Yang as a threat.
Senior Brother Yang stepped forward, his gaze filled with arrogance.
"I hail from Ling Peak as well, and Iâm a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator at its pinnacle. You injured my junior brother. Kneel and apologize, and I will spare you."