Gui Xie’s attacker was a powerhouse of latter combination level. A snowy flying sword circled around him as he stood in the air, coolly regarding Lu Yun next to Gui Xie.

Kong Mengqian blinked, not having anticipated that her master, a nascent soul cultivator, would rush in front of a combination powerhouse. She swiftly understood that the one under attack should be Lu Yun’s friend, so she raised a ray of black sword light and followed close behind the young man.

Gui Xie was in poor shape as horrific wounds crisscrossed his body. He’d been almost beaten to pieces, and the worst of his injuries was a gash that ran from right shoulder to waist. It nearly bisected the man.

Lu Yun drew close to Gui Xie and shoved a pill into the man’s mouth when he saw that the powerhouse in the sky didn’t react.

The man’s wounds slowly took a turn for the better.

“Are, are you Sir Lu?” Gui Xie asked with bafflement...