"Divine Flame Qi Sword!"
With a low shout from Gu Sheng, the golden Divine Flame suddenly surged, transforming into the shape of a three-foot longsword, with mysterious runes flowing along its blade.
Compared to Jiang Feihong’s spectacular attack, Gu Sheng’s move appeared extremely reserved, yet it left everyone present feeling a sense of suffocation.
"This... this is the aura of the Sect Realm’s Great Perfection!"
An observing disciple cried out in shock.
In a flash, the crimson handprint and the golden Qi sword collided.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, just a dull "puff" as if a sharp blade pierced through leather.
Jiang Feihong’s pupils suddenly contracted as he watched helplessly as his full-powered handprint was effortlessly pierced by the golden Qi sword, shredded like hot knife through butter.
Even worse, the golden Qi sword, without losing momentum, shot directly towards his chest!
"Impossible!"
Waves of shock rose in Jiang Feihong’s heart.
"This palm strike could split mountains and rocks, how could it..."
The shadow of death loomed over him, and Jiang Feihong felt cold all over, too late even to think of dodging.
He despairingly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
"Buzz..."
Just as the golden Qi sword was about to pierce Jiang Feihong’s chest, a white silhouette suddenly appeared before him.
With just a gentle flick of his sleeve, Bai Yu made Gu Sheng’s Divine Flame Qi sword vanish into nothingness as if it had hit an invisible barrier.
"Brother Bai... Bai Yu!"
Jiang Feihong opened his eyes and, seeing that slender white figure, he instantly felt as if he had seen a savior.
Gu Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly, scrutinizing the man who had suddenly appeared.
This person was dressed in pure white robes, his face handsome, with a transcendent aura between his brows.
What caught Gu Sheng’s attention the most was the aura emanating from him, which surprisingly made him feel pressured.
"True Disciple..."
Gu Sheng said inwardly, his eyes filled with caution.
Bai Yu turned around and cast a casual glance at Jiang Feihong.
"Kneel, apologize."
Jiang Feihong’s face instantly turned deathly pale.
"Senior Brother, I..."
"I don’t want to say it a second time."
Bai Yu’s voice remained calm, yet carried undeniable authority.
Jiang Feihong clenched his fists tight, his nails digging deep into his palms.
He stared hard at the ground and finally knelt before Gu Sheng with a "thud."
"Gu... Gu Senior Brother, it was my fault to have disrespected you, please be generous and forgive me..."
Gu Sheng coldly watched on without a word.
Only then did Bai Yu turn to Gu Sheng, cupping his fists in salute.
"Junior Brother Gu, I am Bai Yu. I have long admired you. Today’s incident was due to my lax discipline. I hope you can spare him on my account."
Gu Sheng sized up Bai Yu and found his attitude sincere, without a hint of haughtiness, slightly easing his vigilance.
"Senior Brother Bai, you flatter me. Since you are intervening, I will naturally give you face."
Bai Yu smiled faintly.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Gu, for your tolerance."
He turned to the still kneeling Jiang Feihong.
"I have investigated the death of your brother Jiang Feiyun, and it has nothing to do with Junior Brother Gu. Go back and reflect in seclusion for three months, and do not step out of your quarters even once!"
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